Blazing Love: A Hot, Romantic Suspense Series, Book 2 (The Carlisle Sisters) by Kay Brody Read Free Book Online

royal descent really still killing each other over it?  And, if so, who was it that wanted Grey dead?  The last question was one that Madame Lemaire could not answer despite truly believing that his life was in danger.
    Tracy sighed as she rubbed the back of her neck.  Who would have thought that her trip to Saint-Tropez would have held this kind of intrigue and danger?  She glanced down into the courtyard and saw Blaze walking through the gate.
    “Blaze!”  she called out.
    He looked up and she waved.  He returned the gesture.
    “Are you going to let me in?”  he smiled.
    “Of course,” she responded then skirted back into the house.
    She ran to open the door and threw herself into his arms.
    “Thank God you’re here,” she breathed.
    He held her tightly and kissed the top of her head.  He could feel the shudders rolling through her body.
    “What’s wrong, babe?  You’re trembling,” he asked in concern.
    She pulled back and led him into the salon.  They sat on the sofa and she faced him.  She told him about their encounters with Madame Hélène Lemaire.  He listened closely to what she said.
    “What are we going to do?  Beth is a wreck and frankly I can’t blame her.  She’s frantic with worry.  It was all I could do to keep her from calling Grey right away and possibly getting him killed in the process.” Tracy exclaimed.
    Blaze thought about the cryptic phone call that Grey had received.  Until now he hadn’t had any luck tracing the call and the woman had not called again.  Instead she’d sent a handwritten note; printed in block letters to limit the ability to trace it back to any one person.
    The message had been left at Grey’s office door the night before.  And, while it had been threatening in nature, no clues were given as to the significance behind it.  It was obvious that whoever had written it was toying with him; causing him to worry and wonder.  Blaze told Tracy about the incidents.
    “My God!  What is he going to do?  I had assumed that this person was here in France, but what if they are in America?  In Texas?  Just waiting to strike,” she asked fearfully.
    “I think the best thing is to have him come to France.  I’m not sure but my gut tells me that his nemesis is here in France and we need to confront him or her on their territory,” Blaze replied.  “Where is this palatial estate that Grey is supposed to inherit?”
    “In the eastern part of the country.  It’s called La fin de la Victoire in Franche Comté,” she said. 
    “Victory’s End.  I’ve never heard of it,” he said.
    “Hélène said it is the principal seat of a small village.  At one time, centuries ago, it was a huge, thriving town that was supported by the Lemaire family,” Tracy explained.  “But as time passed social progress was made and the old values and traditions have ceased.  The Lemaire family is no longer responsible for the economic welfare of the village residents.”
    “Which is why the villagers have migrated to other parts of the country.  Without the support of the Lemaire family they had to go elsewhere to earn a living,” Blaze surmised.
    “Yes.  Some stayed in the village but many left,” she said.
    “Well, we need to go to Victory’s End as soon as possible and do a little snooping,” Blaze said.
    “Hélène said that she would return home to be able to make our introductions to the household,” she said.  “And she warned that we must be careful because we will definitely not be welcome by some.”
    “That’s not surprising.  Boy, this is becoming quite a gothic mystery; complete with suspense and peril.  I’ll go call Grey now,” Blaze said.
    He got up and stepped out onto the balcony to make his call.  Tracy got up and went into the kitchen to make some tea.  She was startled when Jen pushed through the door of the villa, her arms full of shopping bags.
    Tracy turned to face Jennifer.  She was not happy with the way Jennifer had