The Legend of Sarah Latham

Okay, okay, I know I missed last week’s post. I’m so sorry! It just slipped my mind. The line for my spanking forms to the left. May it be long and slow going. 😉

Now back to our regularly scheduled program…

I have a new release coming OCTOBER 3!! Well, my alter ego does. And it is a beaut. This thing was started well over a year ago, put on a shelf, ignored, denied, and then finally reworked. Why all the struggle? It is my very first attempt at paranormal and I was a wee bit stressed about embarrassing myself. But I couldn’t deny it any longer. I love this book, these characters, and this story line. This is a free read, so if you hate it…which you won’t!!…at least you didn’t pay for it!

Why free? Well, because of the aforementioned venture into new territory, and because I love you guys and I love Halloween and since I can’t toss Kit Kats into your bags, I’ll give you this instead…



Nearly four hundred years ago, Sarah Latham and William Fuller disappeared without a trace. Legend has it she was a wicked witch and he was her demon. Legend also has it that whenever a Latham descendant reaches thirty years of age, Sarah comes to drag them to Hell.

Good thing twenty-nine year old Elizabeth Latham doesn’t believe in legends. Or at least she didn’t until she happened upon a woman in the family cemetery who just happened to look an awful lot like the paintings in the local museum.

Elizabeth is determined to stay ground in reality, but her idea of reality is shattered when she realizes Sarah and William have returned. But Elizabeth quickly realizes that Sarah is about as far from wicked as William is from being a demon. So if Sarah hasn’t been killing generations of Lathams…who has?


Actually, the cabin wasn’t a terrible replica of the home she had shared with the Latham men. Her gaze immediately lifted to the loft where the boys had slept. The fireplace to her left had a huge kettle hanging from a hook and a wooden table had chairs surrounding it, closely resembling the home she’d made.

A Voodoo doll with Xs stitched for eyes and pins sticking out of it hung in the window. She’d never done that; such a brazen act would have brought suspicion of witchery from her neighbors. She guessed that was what the museum was going for—the blatant signs of witchcraft that legends were made of.

A stuffed black cat sat on a chair, forever stuck with its paw in the air and its mouth open, as if it would hiss eternally. The Lathams had never owned a cat. Sarah loathed cats then and now. Black felines were just another stereotype blown completely out of proportion.

There were a few wicked witches, a few black cats, a few covens that summoned demons from Hell, and for all time witches were supposed to have black cats, pointy hats, and Satan on speed dial. She shook her head, offended that this was part of her legend.

A stand in the middle of the room with a glass case over it summoned her.

“Jasper,” she breathed. She bypassed all the other trinkets and displays and went straight for the book. His journal. The journal she’d given him and protected with a spell so long ago was there and was nearly as perfect as it had been then.

The book lay opened to a page with a drawing. She’d always been amazed by his artistic ability. He could put charcoal to paper and make the most lifelike images appear with just a few strokes and smudges.

Her smile fell when she stood over the picture exposed to museum visitors. A drawing of her. A perfect drawing in fact. Four hundred years later and she looked exactly as she had in the drawing he’d made. In the drawing her dark hair was pulled up and tucked under a bonnet, her clothes were from the old days, but her light eyes, high cheekbones, and full lips were the same.

“Whoa,” Elizabeth said, standing next to Sarah. She looked from the drawn Sarah to the live one. “Remember how I said you kind of looked like Sarah Latham? I take that back. You are a dead ringer for Sarah Latham.”

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