Blurb:
An
infinity of lives, only one eternal love . . . .
When
Cole Kinsley asked Allie Knowles for her hand in marriage, he meant it. Death
be damned. Nothing could keep them apart, not even a hundred years or more. Not
even the vindictive spirit of Allie’s dead sister Grace. Released from her
watery grave, she offers Cole a devil’s bargain. But to Cole, no price is too
high when it comes to his beloved.
Allie
thinks it’s almost too good to be true. A week of bliss alone with Cole. His
promise kept, after all they’ve suffered at the hands of her sister. To feel
the strength of his arms around her again. But when she learns of the sacrifice
he made to be with her, she plunges into despair. Forever has slipped from
their grasp—unless forever apart is their true destiny . . .
Excerpt:
Straightening
my tie, I walked around the corner. Smiling people held glasses, discussed life
issues, and nodded amicably in my direction.
Who’s
that? one woman thought.
He’s
a looker, another thought.
I
wish I had this girl’s money. At least she’s doing something for the community.
I really shouldn’t be envious. A blonde stared toward the right corner of the
patio.
Holding
a wineglass and smiling, Allie stood in a circle of about twenty people, men in
black suits and women in flashy dresses. As much as she had worried about
fitting in, she settled nicely with her surroundings. Allie’s benefactor, the
late Ava Rollins, would have run the first car out of the drive. She hated
visitors.
The
whispering crowd hushed, parting like the Dead Sea as I approached Allie.
She
hadn’t noticed the decrescendo of voices, as she gestured and nodded.
The
women’s thoughts were almost synonymous.
She’s
so sweet; you can’t hate her for having it all.
We’ll
be great friends. I can tell.
I
can’t believe I thought she’d be snooty.
She’s
gorgeous. Doesn’t even need that makeup. Pay attention to what she’s saying.
Quit lusting, Bill. The guy’s thoughts were considerably more troubling, but
this was something I’d have to contend with in loving a woman as strikingly
beautiful as Allie was, inside and out. So tonight I wouldn’t kick anyone in
the throat.
Who
could blame them? Hadn’t I responded the same way?
I
stood five feet behind Allie as she continued in light, happy conversation. She
rarely wore her hair up. It was the fashion when we’d first met in the late
1860s, and though it was appealing, tonight, loose curls fell down her back.
Why
is everyone looking behind me? Her heart rate steepened and an instant swell of
pheromones thickened the air. Is he here? Allie straightened and glanced
around.
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Author
Bio and Links:
Odessa
Gillespie Black lives in the beautiful North Carolina foothills with her
husband, four children, Chihuahuas Little Bit and Rico, and rescued Lab and Pit
mix, Mo. When not chasing dogs around the backyard and tackling the daily
duties of mother-and-wife-hood, she enjoys watching horror movies and reading
and writing paranormal romance. Readers can visit Odessa’s website and find her on Facebook.
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