M Sellars: All acts of pleasure

“Someone’s here,” she whispered.

The man looked up and saw a petite woman with fiery red hair cascading down to the middle of her back. She was standing with her forehead pressed against the stone of a tomb some thirty-odd yards away.

They stopped dead in their tracks and simply stared.

As if she could sense that she was being watched, the red haired woman pushed back from the tomb and slowly turned to face them.

There was the distance to consider.

And, there were even the oblique shadows from the closely spaced stone mausoleums.

But still, the resemblance was beyond uncanny.

At that moment, if Rowan Gant didn’t know for a fact that his wife was almost seven hundred miles away in Saint Louis, he would have sworn she was standing there, staring directly at him, with a look of abject fear distorting her face.

A legacy of darkened desires and well-intentioned magick gone awry…

If Felicity is to heal, a forgotten spell must first be broken.

Only then will she be able to meet the darkness on her own terms…

Whether Rowan wants her to or not.

The Miranda Trilogy Continues