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Bewitching My Love
Diane Story
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Salem, Massachusetts in 2002 would seem to most romance seekers to be a fun adventure. With witches and hauntings everywhere, what woman wouldn’t want to cuddle up for a little romance and intrigue? In “Bewitching My Love”, our hero and heroine find that things aren’t always as they appear, and time can posses not only our lives, but our hearts as well.

Fern Abbott is a local antiques dealer. With her mind set on an old broken down wardrobe from the seventeenth century, she prepares to risk all to own it. But who would have guessed that the dashing Rowen Nichols would steal it away from her? Overbidding her for the wardrobe, Rowen takes possession of it. Unbeknownst to Fern, Rowen has plans, plans that include her death, and his assured survival. Travel with Fern and Rowen as they leave our time behind to travel back to Salem, Massachusetts 1692, the witching time, where love was fresh and witchcraft was new and spellbinding.

"Jerk," Fern hissed quietly to herself. Only a jerk would dare to creep up and steal her wardrobe. It was hers and nobody, not even Rowen Nichols would take it from her. At least that's what she told herself when the bidding war first started, now she wasn't so sure. She hadn't seen it for over five years, until last week when it showed up in her monthly catalog of antiquities. Her work as a rare antiques dealer gave her the advantage of seeing what would be coming up for auction before the general public. So she took a loan against her condo, not realizing the price would go this high, or that she'd have to bid against the wealthiest bachelor this side of Salem.

"Seventy thousand going once." The auctioneer's hammer hit the podium. "Seventy thousand going twice." Nodding, he acknowledged the young woman's acceptance of the bid then turned with her to wait for the inevitable reply. The bidding had become more interesting than he expected. After all, who in their right mind would want an old broken down wardrobe, the thing was worthy of kindling for the fireplace at the most. "Mr. Nichols! We now have a bid of seventy five thousand sir, will you give me eighty thousand?"

As she waited for his black-gloved hand to rise again, Fern swallowed back her frustration and winced in pain when she found herself grinding her teeth too hard. It was beginning to look like she might lose the wardrobe. There weren't many buyers in the small room, and she thought she was a shoe-in until Rowen Nichols showed up at the last minute, forcing the price tag to unexpected highs. The bidding had started at ten thousand and had somehow made it to this point before she knew it.

Fern's light auburn brows creased together over her eyes, almost touching as she stared across the small room. It was strange how he sat hidden under the rim of his black hat and matching black Chester Barrie suit as if he were afraid someone might recognize who he was. The tanned skin of his neck and the shoulder-length wavy black hair was all she could see to tell her he was actually human. When his hand came up to accept the bid, she vowed to go over and yank that black hat from his head and scratch his eyes out. Without taking her eyes off his dark profile, Fern didn't allow the auctioneer time to say the words. With a flip of her wrist she accepted the bid at eighty five thousand then quickly turned back around in her seat when she saw his lips curl into a smile. "From the deepest pits, you are the scum of the earth," she hissed again.

Rowen frowned slightly with irritation; she was beginning to grate on his nerves. This tit for tat game of bidding over the wardrobe had to end. Fern Abbott was even more stubborn than he'd realized. Good thing, he thought to himself, she'd need to be stubborn by the time he got through with her. With a sidelong glance he smiled at the angry pout of her full lips then cursed himself for letting her beauty sidetrack him; it was time to end it. Which he did, with one final flip of his wrist. "I'll raise the bid to one hundred and ten thousand dollars," he acknowledged the auctioneer. The wardrobe would be his, no matter what the cost. By the look on her face, he could tell he'd finally out-bid her. Tipping his hat, he tossed her an indignant smile, satisfied that he'd won.

"The bastard," Fern swore under her breath as she flung herself back against her seat.
"He might be a bastard, honey, but he's a good looking one, you'll have to admit."
Fern frowned at the busty platinum blond sitting next to her. "I suppose so, if you consider egotism good looking." She smiled when the overly lipsticked red lips puckered into a frown then turned away to plant a kiss on the shiny bald head of the man sitting on her opposite side. Fern thought he must be three times her age.

Bewitching My Love is a spellbinding love story with a lot of suspense, sizzling romance and immediate danger. Diane Story weaves a breathtaking romantic story that will leave you breathless and wanting more.

Reviewed by Tee ENCHANTED IN ROMANCE 4 1/2 unicorns

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ISBN: 1593741334
ISBN(13-digit): 9781593741334
Copyright: 2008
Book Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press
Binding: Perfect
No. of Pages: 268
Paper Weight (lb): 11.0

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