Shadow Bride

For Rod it was a moment out of a thousand dreams. Yet the reality was more than he could have imagined. "Blythe!" He said her name and in his voice was all the hope he'd thought was lost. The woman he saw was even lovelier than the girl he remembered. She was still as beautiful — tall, slender, the glorious auburn hair, the soft, vulnerable mouth and peachbloom skin — as when he had first met her at Montclair. At sixteen, Blythe had been shy, eager to be accepted and loved, now she was pois...