{"id":1796,"date":"2014-04-25T06:00:42","date_gmt":"2014-04-25T13:00:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bestfantasynovel.com\/?p=1796"},"modified":"2014-04-25T06:00:42","modified_gmt":"2014-04-25T13:00:42","slug":"johnny-doesnt-drink-champagne-by-cody-young","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/taramayastales.com\/bestfantasynovel\/2014\/04\/25\/johnny-doesnt-drink-champagne-by-cody-young\/","title":{"rendered":"Johnny Doesn’t Drink Champagne by Cody Young"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Johnny<\/a>Start your weekend off with some paranormal romance and download\u00a0Johnny Doesn’t Drink Champagne<\/a>.<\/em><\/p>\n

I\u2019m seventeen and he\u2019s twenty-one.
\nThat\u2019s okay\u2026 isn\u2019t it?<\/p>\n

He drives a Lamborghini.
\nSo what?<\/p>\n

He was born in 1462.
\nUh-oh.<\/p>\n

He seeks revenge, but there is one person standing in his way.
\nMe.<\/p>\n

On a high school trip to London, Madison Lambourne meets seductive stranger Johnny De Vere, who believes he knows her already, and is torn between love and revenge.
\nEager to learn more about this beautiful, lonely, young man, Madison agrees to go with him to a re-enactment at the Tower of London. Dressed as a highborn medieval lady in a black velvet gown, she accidentally slips through a doorway that leads to the past. Knowing she will not last long on the streets of medieval London, Johnny must follow her\u2026 with devastating consequences for them both.<\/p>\n

A wild time-travel adventure full of love, lies, mystery and betrayal.<\/p>\n

You can download Johnny Doesn’t Drink Champagne<\/a><\/em> from Amazon<\/a>.<\/p>\n

Excerpt<\/h4>\n

I run, with my heart thundering and a rushing sound in my ears. I\u2019m hampered by my gown, which is bundled up over one arm. My bare legs are visible for all to see but I no longer care. I try to head back the way we came, but the maze of narrow streets confuses me and it is so gloomy and dark. There don\u2019t seem to be any streetlights around here so I head for a dim light at the end of one of the alleyways, hoping to find my way back onto a main street.<\/p>\n

About halfway down the alley I am whirled around, shoved roughly into a wall. I feel the texture of crumbling plaster \u2013 or is it dried mud \u2013 under my fingertips, and a lattice work of sticks underneath. I scrabble against it, but I can\u2019t get free. Something thick and warm and hairy \u2013 a man\u2019s arm, I guess \u2013 is around my neck, suffocating me. I scream, but he silences my scream with a huge hand over my mouth. Something glints in the darkness, and I feel a pinprick of pain on my neck.<\/p>\n

A knife. He has a knife.<\/p>\n

I tremble. The blade of the knife is against my neck. The point touches my flesh and if I make the slightest movement he will cut my throat. I\u2019m weak with terror, and my knees threaten to give way and shorten my journey to my inevitable, violent death.<\/p>\n

\u201cUnhand her, ruffian, or you\u2019ll swing for this!\u201d<\/p>\n

Johnny\u2019s voice in the darkness. I dare not call out to him though. The pressure of the blade is still there at my throat. It does not waver. In fact, my attacker, who I cannot see but I can smell, is laughing.<\/p>\n

\u201cFind your own sweetmeat, lad!\u201d<\/p>\n

Johnny inches nearer to me. Even in the darkness I can feel it. \u201cLeave her be, or your life ends tonight!\u201d<\/p>\n

The older man snorts in disgust. \u201cYou\u2019re no match for me.\u201d<\/p>\n

This time it is Johnny who laughs. \u201cIndeed I am not. I will vanquish you and tomorrow your body will be on that stinking midden with the horse dung, where it belongs.\u201d<\/p>\n

I sense a frisson of fear go through the hefty body of the evil man who holds me. His beard is touching my face and his foul breath nauseates me. Still he refuses to release me.<\/p>\n

I see a flash of steel and a dagger is drawn. \u201cI warned you.\u201d Johnny\u2019s voice is low and menacing. A whispered curse in the darkness.<\/p>\n

In an instant the men engage in one swift lunge. The knife falls from my neck and clangs onto the cobblestones at my feet. I sense Johnny\u2019s body close to mine, but I can\u2019t see him. I can\u2019t see what\u2019s going on at all. The sound of metal rasping against metal chills me, and then there is a cry of pain.<\/p>\n

\u201cPlease! Have mercy!\u201d<\/p>\n

Johnny\u2019s voice answers him \u2013 stern and cold. \u201cWould you have had mercy on the girl, you foul dog?\u201d<\/p>\n

The man who attacked me falls to his knees with a heavy thud. I stand, quaking with terror in the dark alleyway, unable to move or speak. Then, an even more chilling sound \u2013 my attacker, on his knees, begging for his miserable life.<\/p>\n

\u201cPlease, sir, please. I didn\u2019t mean her no harm!\u201d<\/p>\n

I tremble and try to touch Johnny\u2019s arm. \u201cLet him go!\u201d<\/p>\n

A tense moment passes. A black silence. I almost wonder if my plea for mercy came too late. Perhaps the deed is already done and the evil man lies dying at my feet.<\/p>\n

But then, Johnny speaks. \u201cBegone! The lady\u2019s heart is warmer than my own. She spares thee.\u201d<\/p>\n

In the darkness the man struggles to his feet, panting with fear. He doesn\u2019t stop to look for his knife. \u00a0He starts running \u2013 running away from us down the dark alleyway. As fast as he can go. I listen, hardly daring to breathe, until I can\u2019t hear his footsteps anymore. Johnny takes my hand, and though I want to recoil from his touch \u2013 I don\u2019t. He has saved me. He has saved my life.<\/p>\n

\u201cCome on!\u201d he says, angrily. \u201cI find the stench of that ruffian\u2019s blood detestable, and we must find a safer place than this. London is full of cut-throats, Maddie.\u201d<\/p>\n

Johnny pulls me along by the hand and we head towards the light again. My dress is trailing in the filth, but I no longer care. We come out onto a wider road \u2013 but there are still no street lamps. I\u2019m shaking, but it is all becoming clear.<\/p>\n

I look up at the face of the man who has just saved my life.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe moat,\u201d I whisper, my voice shaking with fear. \u201cAt the Tower of London. There was water in the moat.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know.\u201d His voice is terse. Cold.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut the moat was filled in,\u201d I say. \u201cAges ago.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry. You were never meant to see\u2026 \u201d<\/p>\n

I\u2019m shaking uncontrollably now. \u201cWhere the hell are we, Johnny?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

To read the rest of the story,\u00a0download\u00a0Johnny Doesn’t Drink Champagne<\/a><\/em>\u00a0from\u00a0Amazon<\/a>.<\/p>\n

For more from Cody, visit her blog<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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