Monday, December 2, 2013

Her Wicked Sin by Sarah Ballance @KMNbooks @SarahBallance #review @LiteraryNook

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My review for Her Wicked Sin by Sarah Ballance

Salem, MA 1692

Henry Dunham is thrown from his horse and rescued by Lydia Colson, a Puritan Midwife. When Lydia’s reputation is at stake because she has brought Henry to her home to care for him, Henry protects her by claiming to be her wayward husband. Since no one has ever met her husband, the neighbors believe the claim as the truth.
Both have secrets. Lydia’s secret concerns the true husband that she claims is dead. Henry has not told Lydia who he truly is, but he cannot until he finds his brother. Their lies become blurred as they fall for each other, but another threat hovers, and the witch trials become all too real when Lydia is arrested.

Sarah Ballance has created a realistic tale set in a time where superstitions were at the highest. The language rang true to the era and the story flowed flawlessly from beginning to end. A perfect tale of mystery, suspense, and true love. A must read!

HerWickedSin-500px (1)Title: Her Wicked SIn (A Sins of Salem Novel)
Author: Sarah Ballance
Genres: Historical Romance
Publisher: Entangled Publishing (Scandalous Line)
Release Date: September 2013
Word Count/Length: Approx 55,000 words
Salem, MA 1692On a moonless night, he rides into the winter forest on his beast as black as midnight…Dashing stranger, Henry Dunham, comes to Salem on a mysterious errand, but is thrown from his horse in the dead of night and rescued by the local Puritan midwife, Lydia Colson.Haunted by her past, Lydia is running from her own dark secrets, avoiding intrusive questions by pretending her dead husband is simply… away. But when she and Henry are caught in a compromising situation, one punishable by Puritan law, he saves her from scandal by claiming to be her errant spouse… and claiming her bed.
 Forced to fake a marriage, Lydia and Henry find their passion overwhelming and their vows a little too real. As their lies become truths, a witch hunt closes in on Lydia, threatening not only their burgeoning love, but her life.

Lydia Colson’s nightmare lived and breathed on these moonless nights. When the world was at its darkest, remnants of her haunted past seemed to lurk in every shadow, denying her again and again 
the chance to start anew. No matter how justified the actions of her past, the peace she had hoped to find in Salem Village escaped her. It was her burden to bear.

The cruelly twisted body in her path was not. 

Though stationary, the sight had crept upon her with silent ease, an aberration on a cold, lonely stretch of road with nothing but the woods to keep company. Lydia purposefully avoided night travels here, but babies did not keep time, and Goody Louder’s child had chosen to make entry in the witching hour. As a physician and midwife, it was Lydia’s purpose to see to the birth, and what a child he was. Healthy and rowdy, the stout babe named John had a roar not to be ignored. The first instance of life never failed to bring joy, to make Lydia forget. But now an unsavory reminder of her past misdeed rested in the dirt, nearly buried in forest litter.

And he was not alone. A stallion, the same pitch as the night, danced and pawed the earth. Its capsized rider jerked, his long frame shuddering when the hooves clipped his torso. Might he be alive?

“Easy,” Lydia said, fighting for her own control as she edged closer. She placed her hand on the animal’s rump, her fingers tingling alongside the quivering flesh. The contact revealed tightly bunched muscles alongside a tension made visible in the rolling whites of the beast’s eyes. “Easy, boy.”

At the more intimate distance, she could see the man’s leg caught in the stirrup and bent unnaturally to his position on the ground. He’d fallen from his mount. Had he been dragged? What bit of the path visible in the night showed little sign of disturbance, though the wind might easily have stirred the leaves to hide 
remnants of a struggle.

A smell of sweat mingled with a distant trace of smoke, hinting danger. The horse snorted and hopped, the strain on the stirrup eliciting a groan from the prone man. Would he lash out from his pain?
Lydia bundled her nerves against the perceived threat and scoffed at her insecurities. This stranger was in no position to cause her harm, but should he try, the mistake would be his.

She had killed before, and she would gather within herself to do it again.

Sarah Ballance
Sarah and her husband of what he calls “many long, long years” live on the mid-Atlantic coast with their six young children, all of whom are perfectly adorable when they’re asleep. She never dreamed of becoming an author, but as a homeschooling mom, she often jokes she writes fiction because if she wants anyone to listen to her, she has to make them up. (As it turns out, her characters aren’t much better than the kids). Though she adores romantic suspense, she writes in many genres. Her ever-growing roster of releases may be found at Links


Karen Michelle Nutt said... Best Blogger Tips


I'm so glad I could showcase your new release. It was a wonderful story! I wish you the best success with it!

Anonymous said... Best Blogger Tips

Thanks so much for reading, reviewing, and featuring HER WICKED SIN. I'm thrilled you enjoyed it!

Daniel Efosa Uyi said... Best Blogger Tips

hey nice post mehn. I love your style of blogging here. The way you writes reminds me of an equally interesting post that I read some time ago on Daniel Uyi's blog titled How To Get A Girl That’s Playing Hard To Get .
keep up the good work.