Excerpt 2 of 2 (G) – For Love of a Brystile Witch by Kaye Spencer #paranormalromance #PrairieRosePubs #westernromance
It will take more than a hanging to end a 200-year-old curse…
Mercy Pontiere is the last ‘daughter’ in a long line of heredity witches. Two hundred years ago, Reid Corvane’s ancestor condemned the “Brystile witch” to hang. On the gallows, she placed a curse of short life and great suffering on the men of the Corvane line.
As the years passed, unintended consequences developed that impacted both families.If Mercy overcomes two centuries of generational hatred to find love and forgiveness for Reid, and if he returns her love, the curse will be broken. Mercy thinks time is her ally; Reid’s time is running out.
Love must find them by midnight All Hallows’ Eve, or the Brystile witch will claim the life of another Corvane man. Reid has thirty-one days and counting…
The hair on the back of Reid’s neck prickled. It was unnatural. Spoons stirred of their own volition in the simmering pots. A rolling pin flattened out pie crust of its own accord. Mortar and pestle worked without visible aid, and water flowed from the sink pump into a pan of dishwater without a hand working the handle. Dishes and tableware floated through the air and set themselves on the dining table.
He’d never been so drunk to have hallucinations once he started sobering up, but that must be what was happening now. He clamped his eyes shut, counted to ten, then opened them, fully expecting to see normal kitchen activities, but one of the women now stood right in front of him. The intensity of her gaze, although not unpleasant, held him rooted to the floor despite his instinct to run for his life.
A warm, open smile spread over her features, and she embraced him. “Good morning, Reid. Welcome to your new home and our family.” Stepping back, she took his hands in hers and squeezed them, a genuine warmth glowing in her eyes. “I’m Mercy’s mother, Adelle. This is my mother, Harmony, and her mother, Dulcet.” She pointed to the two older women as she introduced them. Only Harmony stopped what she was doing to smile and greet him as warmly as Adelle had. The youngest and oldest women didn’t look up from what they were doing.
“It will be so nice to have a man living here again. I must say, though, it was a surprise when Mercy returned home last evening with a husband.”
“A surprise when it happened, not that it happened,” Dulcet interjected without a glance his way.
Adelle smiled and explained, “Grandmother Dulcet has never been wrong in all her years, so we never lost hope.”
She wasn’t making any more sense than Mercy had during their talk in the bedroom. To make sure he wasn’t imagining this, he poked Adelle’s shoulder with his forefinger. “You’re real.” He indicated the phantom activities. “How is that happening?”
She smiled at his bewilderment. “Surely, Mercy explained.” She turned to Mercy whose expression revealed she hadn’t. Adelle’s sigh was sympathetic, if not disappointed. “Please don’t say you married him without explaining.”
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