Blog Stop/Contest~ Her Wicked Sin
Title: Her Wicked Sin (A Sins of
Author: Sarah Ballance
Genres: Historical Romance
Erotic Elements: NONE
Publisher: Entangled Publishing (Scandalous Line)
September 9, 2013
Heat Level: Steamy
Word Count/Length: Approx 55,000 words
Dashing stranger, Henry Dunham, comes to
on a mysterious errand, but is thrown from his horse in the dead of night and
rescued by the local Puritan midwife, Lydia Colson. Salem
Haunted by her past,
is running from her own dark secrets, avoiding intrusive
questions by pretending her dead husband is simply... away. But when she and
Henry are caught in a compromising situation, one punishable by Puritan law, he
saves her from scandal by claiming to be her errant spouse... and claiming her
Forced to fake a marriage,
and Henry find their passion overwhelming and their vows a
little too real. As their lies become truths, a witch hunt closes in on Lydia , threatening not only their burgeoning love, but her life. Lydia
Lydia Colson’s nightmare lived and breathed on these moonless nights. When the world was at its darkest, remnants of her haunted past seemed to lurk in every shadow, denying her again and again
the chance to start anew. No matter how justified the actions of her past, the peace she had hoped to find in
escaped her. It was her burden to bear. Salem Village
The cruelly twisted body in her path was not.
Though stationary, the sight had crept upon her with silent ease, an aberration on a cold, lonely stretch of road with nothing but the woods to keep company.
purposefully avoided night travels here, but babies did
not keep time, and Goody Louder’s child had chosen to make entry in the
witching hour. As a physician and midwife, it was Lydia ’s purpose to see to the birth, and what a child he was.
Healthy and rowdy, the stout babe named John had a roar not to be ignored.
The first instance of life never failed to Lydia
bring joy, to make
forget. But now an unsavory reminder of her past misdeed
rested in the dirt, nearly buried in forest litter. Lydia
And he was not alone. A stallion, the same pitch as the night, danced and pawed the earth. Its capsized rider jerked, his long frame shuddering when the hooves clipped his torso. Might he be alive?
said, fighting for her own control as she edged closer.
She placed her hand on the animal’s rump, her fingers tingling alongside
the quivering flesh. The contact revealed tightly bunched muscles alongside
a tension made visible in the rolling whites of the beast’s eyes. “Easy,
At the more intimate distance, she could see the man’s leg caught in the stirrup and bent unnaturally to his position on the ground. He’d fallen from his mount. Had he been dragged? What bit of the path visible in the night showed little sign of disturbance, though the wind might easily have stirred the leaves to hide
remnants of a struggle.
A smell of sweat mingled with a distant trace of smoke, hinting danger. The horse snorted and hopped, the strain on the stirrup eliciting a groan from the prone man. Would he lash out from his pain?
She had killed before, and she would gather within herself to do it again.
About the Author
Sarah and her husband of what he calls “many long, long years” live on the mid-Atlantic coast with their six young children, all of whom are perfectly adorable when they’re asleep. She never dreamed of becoming an author, but as a homeschooling mom, she often jokes she writes fiction because if she wants anyone to listen to her, she has to make them up. (As it turns out, her characters aren’t much better than the kids). Though she adores romantic suspense, she writes in many genres. Her ever-growing roster of releases may be found at http://sarahballance.com.
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