The Crystal FishbowlAuthorHouse, 29. okt. 2007 - 436 sider Anna Westover had no idea at seventeen, still grief-stricken from the loss of her grandmother, and back living with her horrible family, that Victor Spofford, a young charismatic Baptist preacher, would be the wrong choice, the worst choice. On her grandmothers insistence shed refused to even date the boy shed always loved, simply because he wasnt Baptist. Annas wedding was a dream; her new life in western Massachusetts a wondrous challengeuntil mysterious letters began to arrive. Then Victor changed . . . or was it that he finally revealed his true nature? No one would believe that he abused her. He never hitat least not intentionally. And as the preachers wife, she could confide in no one. To others, he was gorgeous, enlightened and dynamic. He knew the perfect words to give comfort or guidance. He brought scores of sinners to the Lord with his woeful childhood tales. Who was she but his meek wife, lovely yet subdued, who sat in her accustomed front-row pew each Sunday morning, gazing up at him in adoration? He was always sorry later: crying, begging forgiveness. And she wanted to believe him. He was so pitiful in his sorrow. But after he lost his job and they returned to New Hampshire, her hopes are firmly and completely crushed when another letter arrives, and she uncovers his lies. Desperate for comfort, she turns to another man. Then the violence escalates and she must take a stand. |
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... gaze taking in the blush that had to be spreading up her face. She couldn't help it, not with her coloring. But somehow, she didn't care. She sighed softly as he moved even closer, looking ready to kiss her. “Jason! Anna! I've been ...
... gaze returning to Anna. “Thanks, dear,” Karen said huskily, squinting up at him from her five-foot vantage. “I appreciate your concern.” She flipped her thick, honey-brown hair away from her face, though it didn't matter. His attention ...
... gaze. Then she gripped the door and went inside. Warm air stung Anna's eyes as she entered the room. She shut the door quickly, the cold air pouring in like an avalanche. The girls sprawled across nearby beds looked up, grimaced, then ...
... gaze took in the heavy-set pastor. “At least he kept his prayer short.” “I suppose,” Karen said with a grimace. Anna barely noticed. Her attention was riveted on the young man who sat beside the pastor. “Isn't that—?” Heat suffused her ...
... gaze unwavering. She sighed, knowing that she was acting like an idiot, but couldn't look away from his dazzling smile. “I say, lovely girl, don't I know you?” he asked. She took a deep breath, her heart pounding. “We met at the Calvary ...