Somewhere My Love

by Beth Trissel

Overview

Fated lovers have a rare chance to reclaim the love cruelly denied them in the past, but can they grasp this brief window in time before it's too late? Two hundred years ago Captain Cole Wentworth, the master of an elegant Virginian home, was murdered in his chamber where his portrait still hangs. Presently the estate is a family owned museum run by Will Wentworth, a man so uncannily identical to his ancestor that spirit-sensitive tour guide Julia Morrow has trouble recognizing Cole and Will as separate. As Julia begins to remember the events of Cole's death, she must convince Will that history is repeating, and this time he has the starring role in the tragedy. The blade is about to fall.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781490910499
Publisher:	CreateSpace Publishing
Publication date:	07/19/2013
Series:	Somewhere in Time , #1
Pages:	264
Product dimensions:	5.98(w) x 9.02(h) x 0.55(d)

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A cold finger laid its icy touch on Julia and ran down the length of her spine. "How did it happen?"

"He's said to have been run through by the very man who made that mark on the door. Mr. Cameron. Scottish fellow he was, back in..." Mrs. Hensley pursed her thin lips, blue eyes distant. "Ah, yes, 1806. Some fuss over a woman."

"How dreadful. What about Mr. Cameron?"

"The friend of a neighbor, I believe. He escaped and was never found. No justice was ever done in the matter."

Julia hesitated, then asked, "And the woman?"

"Heartbroken, poor thing. She returned to England. She was a guest of the Wentworth family and greatly enamored of Cole. All the young ladies were, but he had a particular fascination with this girl."

"Why was she so special?"

"Apart from her legendary beauty? She had an angelic quality about her. Or so the story goes."

An irrational jealousy twanged a jarring note in Julia. In the space of a few short minutes she'd fallen in love with the man in the portrait--typical of her impractical nature and unlikely to advance her nonexistent love life. And yet, she couldn't help plunging into the sweet madness.

She tore her eyes from the portrait. "Do you recall the lady's name?"

Mrs. Hensley gave a little laugh. She tapped a finger to her furrowed forehead. "Isn't that odd? It was Julia something ... hmmmm."

Was Mrs. Hensley teasing her? She had to know.

"I've got it. Julia Maury," the guide continued and arched graying brows. "You're from England, aren't you, Miss Morrow? Tread with care here, my girl. We don't want you stirring up any ghosts. Foxleigh has enough already."