“I was cursed by my husband.” #MFRWhooks

Dee Carver (Author), Cindy Wieczorek (Editor) 

Available at: https://books2read.com/u/3kpWln 

Blurb 

When Emerald La Roe ran away 300 years ago, she had not planned to return. However, after repeated dreams from Goddess Morrigan, Emerald finally realizes she has no choice. Emerald not only finds a magical sword waiting for her, but her dead husband also. 

 It seems Stefan O’ Duff wants’ reconciliation and help to cure the curse they share. Emerald would rather see him dead than be with him again, she has someone else to consider though. Her new love, Maxwell Howard a werewolf, who through sharing blood with Emerald, now faces the same fate as Emerald and Stefan. For the cure to work, Emerald has to put her hatred of Stefan aside and consent to share his bed again. 

Can Emerald put 300 years of anger aside to save them or will she sacrifice all their futures and kill him as she swore to do? 

Excerpt

 

After the plane had taken off Max turned to me, “Now seems like a good time to tell me what your big secret is.” 

I had thought this over while we had gotten ready and decided the best place to start was at the beginning. “First, my name really isn’t Rose Jade. It’s an alias. My real name is Emerald La Roe. I was born in the year 1685. I have moved around the world using different names for the last 300 years.”  

I paused, waiting for him to say something, but he just sat there holding my hand. I looked around the cabin of the plane, and saw everyone else was either watching the movie or sleeping. 

Continuing, “I was cursed by my husband.” That however made him speak up. 

“What do you mean, husband?” 

“I was married just before my eighteenth birthday; I am sure we won’t be running into him considering he died over 200 years ago. As I was saying, I believe he cursed me on our wedding night.” 

Max interrupted again, angrily this time. “That bastard, on your wedding night?”  

I nodded before going on. “Yeah, I know, he was a real gentleman. Anyway, I don’t remember too much after that night, until about six years later. I was on a ship bound for Jamaica, it seems I had indentured myself as a slave, I turned 25 on the ship, which is also the same time I felt my powers begin to grow. When I arrived, I started out as a handmaid for the Lady of the house, but when she died two years later, the Lord made me a chambermaid. 

He was lord and master of Lyceum Maleficent Hall, which translates into Lord of the Evil Hall. Yeah, I know the name should have tipped me off, but I hadn’t realized it was more than just a name until a month later, the first night he beat and raped me. The torture went on for five more years until he died in a freak storm. The reason I call it a freak storm is because the storm season for that year had already passed. 

I was known only as Red, so when I ran away, I changed my name to Veridian Dahlia, I then used the money I found in the house to sail to France.” Pausing I gave him a chance to think about what I had said and to say something.  

I had thought he would have said anything other than what he actually did say. “Did you kill him? I mean if he was still alive I would do it for you. After what happened the night we found Katie, I am just wondering.” 

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