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Today I’m on the ‘Down Salem Way’ blogtour, organized by The Coffee Pot Book Club.
To promote this book I have an excerpt, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.
About the Author :
Meredith Allard is the author of the bestselling paranormal historical Loving Husband Trilogy. Her sweet Victorian romance, When It Rained at Hembry Castle, was named a best historical novel by IndieReader. Her nonfiction book, Painting the Past: A Guide for Writing Historical Fiction, was named a #1 New Release in Authorship and Creativity Self-Help by Amazon. When she isn’t writing she’s teaching writing, and she has taught writing to students ages five to 75. She loves books, cats, and coffee, though not always in that order. She lives in Las Vegas, Nevada.
Book Title: Down Salem Way
Series: The Loving Husband Series
Author: Meredith Allard
Publication Date: June 2019
Publisher: Copperfield Press
Page Length: 352 Pages
Genre: Historical Fiction
How would you deal with the madness of the Salem witch hunts?
In 1690, James Wentworth arrives in Salem in the Massachusetts Bay Colony with his father, John, hoping to continue the success of John’s mercantile business. While in Salem, James falls in love with Elizabeth Jones, a farmer’s daughter. Though they are virtually strangers when they marry, the love between James and Elizabeth grows quickly into a passion that will transcend time.
But something evil lurks down Salem way. Soon many in Salem, town and village, are accused of practicing witchcraft and sending their shapes to harm others. Despite the madness surrounding them, James and Elizabeth are determined to continue the peaceful, loving life they have created together. Will their love for one another carry them through the most difficult challenge of all?
I walked toward the sisters, stepping as quietly as I could though I was certain they could hear the twigs snapping beneath my boots. Who are these women, I wondered? Why do they appear as if out of the air? They huddled close and chanted words with the cadence of an old-time melody. What language did they speak? Greek? Latin? Hebrew? I stood a few paces away, afeared to come too near. The women stopped as though frozen. It took a moment, I’m not always good with names, but then I remembered Lizzie telling me: Malka, Mazel, and Miriam. Staring at the three sisters, I wondered if they were indeed in league with the Devil.
As the word Devil flashed through my mind, the tallest sister, the one called Miriam, laughed. I see you, she seemed to say. And I know you see me.
I opened my mouth to speak. I had so many questions. But all I could say was, “Did you mean to help Mary with your herbs? She died, you know.”
“Aye,” Miriam said. “We know. And we’re sorry for it. Truly. She was a good girl.”
“She was,” I said. The others nodded. Do they do everything in unison, I wondered? “There are those who believe Mary was bewitched.”
The women laughed, again in unison.
“Stuff and nonsense!” said Miriam. “We tried to cure her. The first time, the girl believed our herbs would help and they did. The second time, she believed she was beyond help so they didn’t. Our herbs only cure when people believe they can be cured. Yet you believe she was bewitched! Can you people not tell when someone is trying to help or trying to hurt? Tis why you cannot find your way out of your own arseholes.” The other two cackled, a sad attempt at a laugh, I thought. “Perhaps one day you shall know a good thing when you see it.”
The women turned back into a circle and raised their arms toward Heaven.
“Wait!” I called. “Tell me—are you sisters?”
They were gone, quick as you like. The wind picked up, howling its strength inland from the bay. The brisk air stung my eyes and I covered my face with my arm to protect myself from the whips of cold. Twas such a strong current I would not have been surprised to find myself blown back to Town, Odysseus in the temper of the storm. Then the wind vanished. No matter where I looked there were no traces of the sister-women, not a footstep, not a bent blade of grass.
There has been such talk about Witches and Wizards and Devils nowadays I think I see them everywhere.
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