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Romantic Suspense Excerpt - WIDOW'S TALE 4/7/2011 4:13:47 AM
Serena Murphy was losing her mind.
Every night Serena stood on the deck of O'Flanagans Tavern, searching Maine's rugged coast for a sign of her husband's body. Though he was pronounced lost at sea, Alan Murphy still haunted her as only his malevolent spirit could. In the loft above her tavern, Serena hears footsteps pace across her living room floor, yet when she turns, no one is there.
Alan would not let a little thing like death stop him from tormenting her. If she could just find his body, surely this torture would stop.
It had been ten years since Brett Murphy saw his sister in-law, although the separation was by design, to avoid temptation. Now Brett was in Victory Cove, not to declare his feelings for Serena, but to discover the truth about his brother's death. In doing so, he must battle Serena's ghosts, both real and contrived.
From the Golden Heart nominated Romantic WIDOW’S TALE
For a moment, time seemed suspended. Brett was lost in the shadows at the far end of the deck, and the ocean stopped its
assault long enough to allow her to stand. There was a perverse sense of calm
as the screeching gale winds grew faint.
Using the rail for leverage, Serena forced her numb
feet to cooperate, and managed a few awkward steps.
Something
made her stop. That prickly sensation at the back of her neck—the
same paranormal sensation that occurred just before her ghosts arrived.
Under the beacon atop the bordering trawler, Serena
traced the arc of light. In horror she watched the surging black wall of water
that came straight at them.
Her scream was severed by its impact.
Launched from the deck into the frigid void, suspended
in churning darkness for an eternity, Serena surfaced, choking. She squinted
against the onslaught of the storm and located the trawlers, shifting shadows
several feet away. She struggled to kick her feet, and flailed her arms to keep
above the waves.
Cruelly, Serena’s mind flashed to the past. She felt
the weight of Alan’s hand on her head. Sputtering for breath, she tilted her
neck back so that only her face reached the cold night.
Two kicks.
One.
Serena’s legs
stopped moving. With a last twitch of strength, her arms fell still.
