Publication date: Summer 2014
Genres: New Adult, Paranormal RomanceSynopsis:
Fun-loving Clara is keeping a dark and deadly secret from William, the love of her life.
Not because she wants to hide things from him, but because her story is so unbelievable he will probably think she’s crazy.
If she tells him, she could lose him. If she doesn’t tell him, she will.
I’ve been writing and telling stories for as long as I can remember. As a kid, my story telling would get me into trouble when I would try to convince others that my stories were real.
When I’m not busy writing, I spend time with my family. I also run a home preschool and educate my kids from home.
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“He was the youngest of our family to become a lawyer, but he was persecuted because he often took on clients who were accused of being witches. It was rumored that as a young man, before he met Anna, he had been in love with one of them. Some said he never truly got over her and that was why he—” William froze, staring at a picture.
William’s pulse quickened as he stared at the image. He had never noticed it before, but in the family picture, someone was hiding in the background, in between some trees. She appeared to be staring at the family—and she looked just like Clara.
He shook his head, and mindlessly rattled off more facts about the pictures. He couldn’t take his eyes off the girl that looked just like his girlfriend. If he didn’t know better, he would think that girl could have actually been her. Throw on two hundred year old clothing, take off the modern makeup, and it really could have been her.
No one had ever noticed that girl in the picture before. William wasn’t even sure how he was able to see it then. But now that he could see it, he couldn’t take his eyes off her. All those years he had looked at the albums, how had he missed it?
Sally came in and announced dinner, and William’s dad took the album and put it back on his shelf. William couldn’t stop thinking about the picture. He tried to convince himself that he was imagining it, but the image was burned into his mind, and he couldn’t deny what was there.
Obviously, it was impossible for the girl to have been Clara. Could it have been one of her past relatives? How strange that her relative would be in the same picture as one of his.