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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... honey-brown hair away from her face, though it didn't matter. His attention was riveted on Anna. Karen sent her a sharp look. Anna looked at her feet, trying to hide her irritation. It was already beginning, this unfathomable envy that ...
... honey. It's been a challenging year.” She gripped her glass carefully and turned, seeing the long line snaking behind them, the craning necks and annoyed expressions. “We'd better hurry,” she said with a giggle. He laughed, too, with an ...
... honey.” His gaze caressed her and she laughed with him, mesmerized by his cheekbones' high planes, his hair's shining glint and his lips' perfection. “Okay. Victor,” she said breathlessly. He was beautiful, and she wanted nothing more ...
... honey.” His soft smile melted her insides. His freshly-shaven face looked smooth and cool. “My, my,” he said with a hint of the south, “you sure look a picture.” “Why...why are you here?” she choked out, shivering as he scanned her cut ...
... honey?” he whispered. “I mean homesick for Center Harbor,” she said, swiping at another tear. “This is where I lived with my grandmother. It's always been home to me.” A strange tingling filled her stomach as he stroked the back of her ...