Release Day Blitz: Disfigured Love by Georgia Le Carre









Disfigured Love
Release Date 6th of December 2014





Disfigured Love
AN EROTIC ROMANCE
(18+ due to mature themes and sexual content)





Blurb/Synopsis:

Once unmasked, can beauty love the beast?
My name is Lena Seagull. I should still be in school, hanging out with friends, meeting boys, falling in love—just like you. But on my eighteenth birthday my father sold me. Now, those are yesterday’s dreams.
My home is a remote castle. And the man who owns me? I have never seen him.
Guy Hawk keeps his face hidden under a mask. At first, I knew only fear, but now his voice and touch make me unashamedly want him. Each night, his hired help blindfolds me, and takes me to his room. He whispers that I am beautiful and we have sex. It is wild and exciting, but when I awaken he is always gone. 
He and his castle hold dark secrets that I must unravel, but what he fears most—being unmasked—is my deepest desire.
Will either of us survive the consequences of my desire? 
Disfigured Love is a full-length standalone novel.


                                     
Disfigured Love

Excerpt




My name is not really Lena Seagull. Seagull is the nickname my father was given by those who knew him. While you were alive he would steal everything from you, and when you were dead he would steal even your eyeballs.
My first vivid memory is one of violence.
I was not yet five years old and I had disobeyed my father. I had refused to do something he wanted me to. I cannot remember what it was anymore, but it was something small and insignificant. Definitely unimportant. He did not get angry, he just nodded thoughtfully. He turned towards my mother. ‘Catherine,’ he said calmly. ‘Put a pot of water on to boil.’
I remember my mother’s white face and her frightened eyes clearly. She knew my father, you see. She hung a pot of water on the open fire of the stove.
He sat and smoked his pipe quietly. Behind me my sisters and brother huddled. There were seven of us then. I was the youngest. Two more would come after me.  
‘Has the water boiled yet?’ my father asked every so often.
‘No,’ she said, her voice trembling with fear, and he nodded and carried on puffing on his pipe.
Eventually, she said, ‘Yes. The water is ready.’
Two of my sisters began to sob quietly. My father carefully put his pipe down on the table and stood.
‘Come here,’ he called to my mother. There was no anger. Perhaps he even sighed.
But by now my mother’s fear had communicated itself to me and I had begun to fidget, fret and hop from foot to foot in abject terror. I sobbed and cried out, ‘I’m sorry. I’m very sorry. I will never again do such a thing.’
My father ignored me.
‘Please, please, papa,’ I begged.
‘Put the child on the chair,’ he instructed.
My mother, with tears streaming down her cheeks, put me on the chair. Even then I think she already knew exactly what was about to happen because she smiled at me sadly, but with such love that I remember it to this day.
I stood up and clung desperately to my mother’s legs. My father ordered my older sisters to hold me down. They obeyed him immediately.
Reluctantly, my mother dragged her feet back to my father.
With the dizzying speed of a striking snake he grabbed her hand and plunged it into the boiling water. My mother’s eyes bulged and she opened her mouth to scream, but the only sound that came out was the choke that someone makes when they are trying to vomit. While she writhed and twisted like a cut snake in his grip, my father turned his beautiful blue eyes toward me. My father is an extremely handsome man—laughing gray eyes and blonde hair.  
The shock of witnessing my father’s savagery towards my beloved mother was so total and so all encompassing that it silenced my screams and weighted me to my chair. I froze. For what seemed like eternity I could not move a single muscle. And then I began to shriek. A single piercing wail of horror. My father pulled my mother’s hand out of the pot and rushing her outside, plunged her blistering, steaming hand into the snow.
I ran out and stood watching them, icy wind caught in my throat. My father was gently stroking my mother’s hair. Her face was ghostly white and her teeth were chattering uncontrollably. Then she turned to look at me and snapped them shut like a trap. I was never the same after that day.
I obeyed my father in all things…




































Georgia Le Carre









Author Bio

Georgia Le Carre lives in England, in an old 19th century romantic cottage surrounded by a magical garden filled with fruit and walnut trees.  
When she is not feeding words into her laptop, she is either curled up in bed with a box of chocolates and a good read, or lost in a long walk in the woods. Especially on moonlit nights.  And often with the man of her dreams.


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ISBN kindle: 978-0-9929969-7-0




















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