Her Dear and Loving Husband
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He's desperate to keep his secret. She's got questions only he can answer. Can they overcome the past to live their future?
Sarah Alexander is ready to start her post-divorce life in Salem, Massachusetts. When she starts having vivid dreams about the town's famous witch trials, she seeks out a widower who seems to know more than he lets on.
James Wentworth has spent his lifetime hiding a secret. When a new woman in town reminds him of the wife he still grieves, he wonders if the connection runs deeper.
When a modern-day witch hunt threatens to unravel James' hidden knowledge, he's faced with a choice: sacrifice himself for the woman he loves or lose everything all over again.
Her Dear and Loving Husband is the first book in a series of literary paranormal romance novels. If you like rich, historical fiction, chilling suspense, and tales of enduring love, then you'll love the first book in Meredith Allard's Loving Husband Trilogy.
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as Sarah stepped onto the wharf. He wanted to see her face as soon as she arrived at the shop. Instead, he heard the heavy, plodding footsteps he recognized from the library, and he knew Kenneth Hempel stood behind him. He tried to silently will the reporter to go away and leave him alone, forever, but Hempel still stood there. Jennifer nodded when she saw the reporter in her mother’s store. “Good evening, Mr. Hempel,” she said. “Welcome to the Witches Lair. I see we have yet another Dracula
could take back her casual reference, afraid she had already said too much. “Do you have a lot of dreams?” “Yes,” Sarah said. But that was all she could manage. When Jennifer had waited long enough and Sarah had to offer something more, all she could say was, “It’s not a big deal. I just thought I knew the house from somewhere.” “A lot of houses around here look the same,” Jennifer said. Sarah looked at the houses, the tall, Federal-style ones, the Victorian ones, the brick ones, the
then others, women she considered her friends, people she trusted and loved, began corroborating the lies. Yes, they saw her use spells, they said. Yes, they saw her specter doing harm to others or consorting with Satan in the night.” “Who accused her?” Timothy asked. “Who would do such a thing?” “I heard whisperings that it was her sister-in-law, her brother’s wife, who made the first claims against her. She was an unpretty woman, her sister-in-law, bloated, spotted, and pale, with strings of
supporters in their white hoodies with their school’s polar bear logo. The score was tied, 2-2, and Sarah saw Levon, the Viking goalie, set in concentration as the puck flew his way. The game passed in a blur for Sarah. Every once in a while, if the crowd screamed loudly enough, she would check the score, but otherwise she was consumed by James. He cheered as loudly as anyone, cursed a bad call, shouted encouragement for Levon. When Levon blocked a potential Bowdoin winning goal, James stood up
trauma like that. It was probably a wild animal you saw, and in your fear you thought…” “Do not mock me!” Hempel leapt from the stone bench and glowered, his eyes large and reaching, the purple veins in his neck bulging. He was too close for James’s comfort, and James stepped back. Hempel seemed to expand upward in his anger. “I was there! I saw it!” The reporter leaned forward, his hands on his knees. “I’m sorry,” he said. “This always happens whenever I think about that night.” When he was