Encore: A Contemporary Love Story of Hypnotic Abduction by Tantra Bensko Book Tour with Excerpt & Giveaway

Hypnotized to believe she's his wife.

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A Contemporary Love Story of Hypnotic Abduction
Tantra Bensko
Encore: A Contemporary Love Story of Hypnotic Abduction
Series: The Agents of the Nevermind Book 3
Genre: Psychological Suspense, Romantic Suspense, Gothic Novel
Publisher: Insubordinate Books
Publication Date: October 1, 2018
Hypnotized to believe she's his wife.
A troupe in England performs the history of a gem which features in legends of Shambhalla and Atlantis. The troupe's hypnotist, Dune, has made them famous, especially his wife Susan, who is the star.
After the star's disappearance before the show, her standby, Miriam, takes Susan's place. Dune always hypnotizes the standbys to believe they are the actors they replace: the post-hypnotic suggestion ends when the final curtain lands, and they remember their identity. Before the curtain lands, Dune whisks Miriam to a castle.
Meanwhile, Miriam's friend, Colin, who just kissed her for the first time, seeks against all odds to rescue her, though she's told he's a crazed criminal.

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I fell out of character by squinting my eyes with glee more than Susan would.
I calmed down to Susan’s tonality by damping down my heart. But it fluttered, as Dune was in the dressing room, tending to the other standbys. And he came my way. The way he walked was all it ever took to make breath come quick. Every way he’d move his head was a revelation of beauty.
I hid that my eyes followed him in the mirror, admiring his commanding posture as I darkened my lashes. When I looked back at my face, I realized I’d smeared it on one side, and grunting, wiped it off to start again.  I wanted to let my chest go free instead of binding it to mimic Susan’s smaller bosom. My breasts wanted to show Dune their full capacity, to incite a fire in his own chest.
I imagined taking off the chest binding in a forest, my fullness lit by moonlight. Instead of her old-fashioned straight posture, I’d angle my torso to exaggerate curves. I’d unpin and shake out hair fuller than Susan’s. Alternately, I pulled in my impetuous lips, widened my irreverent eyes, and pulled in my assertive chin to approximate Susan’s strict domestication.
When Dune came up behind, edges of my skin tingled and imperceptibly reached toward him, as if it could lift away from my flesh. He put his hands on my shoulders, looking in the mirror with me. Susan looked over and stopped moving. I met Dune’s gaze, both of us unmoving. His full lips quivered only once, in that way that drew the sharp corners down. It got to me. He looked hungry for me, like he wanted to steal me away and ravish me. Like he would do anything to get me alone.
I was fortunate I got to be near to my idol day after day. My mentor. I was glad I was his type, looking like Susan and her twin sister, whom he’d dated before switching to Susan, from what gossipers told me. The looks we gave each other when we held each other’s gaze, his pupils dilating, told me he cared. Electricity when brushed up against each other. And we often held any touch longer than necessary. It’s not my imagination. Too bad I have such respect for monogamy.
I focused on shadowing my nose to appear narrow as hers. I wished I flared nostrils like Susan. Blushing hot, I was glad the major cast would go onstage soon.
Susan was pale. I asked, “Are you faint?”
“Dizzy. It happens.”
“Breathe deep, if you can. I know it hurts. Water, dear?” asked Dune. He brought her a glass, and when returning, said, “I placed the drops in it already.”
She began a ragged coughing fit. She wouldn’t be long for this world. Studying how Susan drank the water with the special elixir reserved for her, I moved my throat the same way, forcing a dry swallowing. I held in my cheeks and kept my mouth heart-shaped, my chin long.
My chest crushed inward when I thought of surviving without his face. His suave mannerisms, velvety, poised voice. Months before I’d see him. If my contract renewed. But otherwise, it could be forever! Horrors.
No. I needed mystical intensity making life burn bright. I wasn’t ready for a life of being complacent and thrilled about kitchen appliances. Ordinary people drained the Earth. Extraordinary was what it took. Susan, to be exact. Otherwise, I believed I should sacrifice to make room for the plants and animals and for amazing people.
I used more shadow under my cheekbones to match Susan’s dying ones. Dune bent to kiss and bite Susan behind her neck, tugging hair at the nape. She spread her legs slightly across her seat. She seemed chuffed to bits by her man’s sensuality.
I fantasized about Colin being my hero and making her magically go away for the evening. What difference would it make to her? She’d had a full career.
"Are you about ready?" Dune asked his wife, gesturing with his arm, his full sleeve gracefully.
Susan feathered the last bit of make-up and stood to snog him so intensely she nearly knocked him over. Well, so much for her make-up.
"Let's go," he whispered. “You're warmed up, yes?"
“Hot, more like it.” She stood and sidled up to him, pressing herself against his pelvis.
Muscles in the center of my chest contracted and stayed tight, my eyebrow tightening as if my eyes tried to hug each other. My longing palpably connected my heart with Dune’s.
“Wait, Susan, I’ll induce the standbys early this time, so we can take time to ourselves." When he called us, we gathered to start the process in case he needed to do the full-on hypnotic aura-merge later if we performed during the live show. “Frankenstein time.” Yep, exactly. Like being that scientist’s monster constructed of more than one person.
Dune reminded us to breathe in a little of our actors’ extra auric energy softly, getting the process going in case we needed to suck in their auras more if replacing them on stage.
That skill had taken long hypnosis sessions. After I did it, sometimes I would have a sense of "my" past. I’d checked out if I was getting her memories right; sometimes I did and sometimes I didn’t. I read about her in the press.
He was brilliant. Dune was rumored to learn hypnotic methods from the perception management branch of intelligence which began in the 1980s, networking the United States and Britain: that strange organization of ceremonial magick and mind control, theater and lies. I believed the rumor that the Nevermind Agency linked with the Bennu Society at the higher echelons. It only made sense they would be, because Bennu symbolized the return of “people from Atlantis,” by way of Egypt. And that was his topic.
“All right. Everyone, keep breathing. We’ll be back in a few.” He winked.

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Other Books in the Series

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About Tantra Bensko

Tantra Bensko
Tantra Bensko, MFA, teaches fiction writing with UCLA Extension Writing Program and Writers.com. She is a manuscript editor with Book Butchers and her own Online Writing Academy. She won a gold medal in Intrigue from Readers Favorites. Hundreds of her stories have appeared in magazines and anthologies. She lives in Berkeley.
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