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    Adam Gold: Behind Blue Eyes, #1
    Adam Gold: Behind Blue Eyes, #1
    Adam Gold: Behind Blue Eyes, #1
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    Adam Gold: Behind Blue Eyes, #1

    By Sara J. Bernhardt

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    Fleeing the French invasion of Geneva Switzerland in the 1700s, Adam Gold books passage to America with his family. On the ship, Adam's daughter falls fatally ill. A mysterious man comes to Adam with a way to save his child by turning Adam into something darker than human.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLavish Publishing, LLC
    Release dateJun 21, 2021
    ISBN9781944985707
    Adam Gold: Behind Blue Eyes, #1

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      Adam Gold - Sara J. Bernhardt

      Prologue

      Montague Summers said, "Throughout the whole vast shadowy world of ghosts and demons, there is no figure so terrible, no figure so dreaded and abhorred yet did it with such fearful fascination, as the vampire, who is himself neither ghost nor demon yet who partakes the dark natures and possesses the mysterious and terrible qualities of both. Around the vampire have clustered the most somber superstitions, for he is a thing which belongs to no world at all."

      I always knew I was different. Even before that fateful day. Even before I moved to Boston. I always felt misplaced. When I was young, I wasn’t very good at many things. I loved music, and I wanted to read and to write.

      I wanted to engage in conversations about long-ago adventures and wars in faraway lands. My father would tell me, Get your head out of the clouds, Adam. You need to learn work ethic. My mother was far more understanding and allowed me to go to school even through my father’s objections. He was convinced I would not be able to handle it. He was wrong. The first months of school were some of my happiest memories. I adored the routine and organization. Everything was in order, and nothing felt out of place. I—didn’t feel out of place. For the first time in my life.

      It was there I met her—Mary, the beauty with the golden hair and deep gray eyes. It was easy to fall in love with her as I did. She was part of the school choir. I knew I loved her when I first heard her sing, and she returned my affection. We often indulged in inappropriate love making behind the schoolhouse, which fortunately, nobody found out about. She came from a wealthy family and was humble and kind. I was a better man just for knowing her.

      It was a year before my wedding when my father fell ill with fever. My mother insisted on caring for him herself. Tragically, the illness took my father and, shortly after, my mother. The doctor said she had caught the same sickness, but I knew it was a broken heart that had afflicted her. Mary had postponed the wedding saying it was too soon.

      After my father’s death, and the fortune and estate he left to me, I saw no reason to wait any longer. I wanted to start a life for myself, and I needed my wife to do it.

      It was April of 1792 when Mary and I were blessed with a beautiful baby girl, Madeline. The day she was born, she didn’t even cry, just cooed and gazed around with her eyes wide open. Even as an infant, her eyes were a soft green as they had been in her childhood and her hair golden like her mother’s.

      We lived in my beautiful home in Switzerland for five years until 1797 when French general Napoleon Bonaparte, who had just successfully conquered Northern Italy, sent French military to the city of Geneva. We knew it was time to find a safer home for our family.

      I didn’t want to leave home, but I knew I had no choice. After an evening outing, Mary had proposed we move to America.

      She stared motionlessly into my blue eyes, standing very still with her hands clasped together in front of her, pressing wrinkles into her yellow dress. I saw the look in her eyes and her flaxen hair piled upon her head in lovely curls. She was too beautiful. I tried to look at anything but her, for I knew what she was thinking and feared I could not refuse her. I locked my gaze on the cabinet of finely painted china to her left or the oil lamp on the table to her right. I even stared at the floor, studying the patterns and colors in the rug. I loved her and knew I could not deny her anything. I sighed and continued to look around at all our lovely, fancy things. I took my hat off and hung it on the rack before turning back to face her. The light was dim and cast a lovely glow upon her face, and when at last I looked at her, I knew I could do nothing more. I began to speak then paused, and urging the words from my mouth, I asked, Where to?

      She didn’t hesitate a response. Boston! she yelled. Boston!

      Why, darling, do you wish to be so far away? I asked her, hoping I could somehow change her mind.

      With your father’s money, we can live anywhere we wish, and Geneva has been our home for so long. I dream of getting out, Adam. I dream of seeing other places. And Boston… Oh, it sounds wonderful, doesn’t it? She lightly bounced in excitement with a wide smile on her perfect face.

      I knew I could not deny her anything. She took a step forward, and I brushed my hand across her cheek. I pulled the pin from her piled hair and watched as it fell loose over her shoulders. Yes, I answered. Yes, of course it does.

      Boston, she repeated in a whisper. That is where I wish to go.

      I had to do something, didn’t I? I had to try something. I took her hands in mine and looked into her eyes, asking my mind for some words of protest. I noticed the way she was looking at me. She was admiring me like she did when we were very young, almost reading through me. I could say nothing besides exactly what I was feeling when she stared at me that way.

      I love you, I whispered.

      She smiled. Does this mean you agree?

      I swallowed, trying again to think of something else I could say. I couldn’t tell her how much I detested the idea. Boston it is.

      Chapter One

      We were able to book passage on a cargo ship leaving for America the next week. Lake Geneva would take us to the vast North Atlantic. The ship was grand, with large white sails and a swiss flag billowing from the bow. It wasn’t free of rats, but the weather had been blessedly calm. Little Madeline was silent as we boarded. Her eyes were wide with anxiety and confusion.

      Where are we going, Papa? she asked, clinging to my legs.

      I told you, to Boston, where we will live. I ran my fingers through her curls to try and calm her fears.

      My heart was heavy, and by the eighth day at sea, I already missed Switzerland. I spent the following weeks a silent, sorrowed man. I stood on the deck, watching the water below me. It was dusk, and I stared at the reflection of the sunset in the waves.

      Adam?

      I turned to see Mary. Yes, darling? I replied, pushing the sorrow from my voice.

      Are you all right, my love?

      I am, I replied. I am just anxious to arrive is all.

      She smiled. Aye. I am anxious as well. Only a while longer.

      I tried to smile but wasn’t sure if I had. I still couldn’t tell her how unhappy I was with our plans. Aside from my homesickness, something else felt amiss. I had a very uneasy feeling.

      The following night as I was trying to sleep, that feeling came again, stronger this time. My stomach was in knots, and my ears were burning as if I were coming down with fever. I got up from the bed, deciding the cold air may help. I stood out upon the deck, but the sensations only became stronger. I truly began to believe something terrible was about to happen, something ghastly aboard this ship, hiding in

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