Tuesday, October 19, 2021

The Witching Hour (Havenport Romance) by Ruth A. Casie


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Ruth A. Casie tells a story of true love, family, friendship, betrayal and secrets in this sweet novella. Grab the tissues and prepare to take a journey with Rachel Emerson, trust me you won't be disappointed! I couldn't put the book down!-  Sonya on Amazon


Lost: One locket filled with timeless memories and a love that should have lasted an eternity.

Rachel Emerson led a charmed life. Steffen Burkett, her greatest love was everything a woman could want and he was her. But before the wedding invitations were sent, the wedding was cancelled.

Fast forward thirty years. Rachel returns to her beloved home on Halloween eve, the day before the house becomes the property of the Historical Society. For years she mourned the loss of her locket, her only connection to Steffen. This is her last chance to find it. Going home takes Rachel on a journey of self-discovery and possibly even reconciliation.



The week before Halloween, on her way home from an afternoon of gathering seashells at the town beach, intent on getting her favorite hamburger and fries at Mellie’s Diner, she carefully approached Water Street ready to cross.

Water Street followed the coastline and was a series of serpentine curves that led to a straight-away as it came into Havenport. The last curve, the one everyone called Killer Curve, carried a double punch. A sharp curve and steep rise not only obscured on-coming traffic, but if you didn’t slow down before the drop, well, you could wind up on the beach if the tide was out.

With nothing in site, Rachel stepped off the curb. Out of nowhere, she found herself in the cross hairs of an oncoming car. Startled, and incapable to make sense of what was happening, she stood frozen in place.

Breaks screeched filling the air with the odor of burnt rubber. Finally, Rachel came to her senses and jumped back toward the curb, but landed badly, her ankle on an odd angle, and fell to the ground. The car skidded to a stop inches away from her.

The door swung open, the engine still running, and from her position on the asphalt, she stared at a pair of muscular legs. Rachel worked to catch her breath. Her sunglasses had gone flying and with the sun glaring into her eyes, she didn’t recognize who stood over her.

“Jeez, I could have—. Don’t move. I’ll take you to the hospital.”

“Don’t be silly. I’m fine.” Rachel sat up, groped for her sunglasses. He plucked them out of the street and handed them to her. She put on the twisted frames. Her eyes traveled from his muscular legs, up his bare ripped abdomen and chest to his concerned eyes. Who is he? A tourist? He helped her to her feet.

“See.” Her leg buckled and she got lightheaded.

“Whoa.” He had fast reflexes. He caught her before she hit the ground.

He easily held her as if her hundred and ten pounds were nothing and he didn’t appear eager to put her down. His hazel eyes were striking but his smile…took her breath away.

Rachel sniffed the air. “Skunk?”

“Yeah, you can still smell it. My map flew out the window. When I picked it up, a skunk sprayed me.”

“Don’t tell me. You stopped at Constitution and Manor.” She wanted to kiss that little critter.

“Yeah, how’d you know?”

“We’re old friends. Did you give the critter the shirt off your back?” He threw back his head and let out a peal of laughter.

“No, I burned it on the side of the road. I didn’t want to smell up my car. I’m Steffen Burkett. My family moved to the old Dyer place. Let me take you home. It’s the least I can do.” He placed her in the passenger seat.

“I’m Rachel Emerson. We’re practically neighbors.” It was a toss-up. She couldn’t decide whether it was almost becoming another Killer Curve statistic or the handsome Steffen Burkett that caused her to be lightheaded.


About the Author:

Hi, I’m Ruth A. Casie. I write historical swashbuckling action-adventures and contemporary romance with enough action to keep you turning pages. My stories feature strong women and the men who deserve them, endearing flaws and all. I live in New Jersey with my own hero, three empty bedrooms, and a growing number of incomplete counted cross-stitch projects. Before I found my ‘voice,’ I was a speech therapist (pun intended), client liaison for a corrugated manufacturer, and vice president at an international bank vice president where I was a product/ marketing manager, but my favorite job is the one I’m doing now—writing romance. I hope you read my stories and they become your favorite adventures.

Here are five things you probably don’t know about me.

1.  I filled my passport up in one year.

2.  I have three series.  The Druid Knight Stories are a historical time travel series. The Stelton Legacy is historical fantasy about the seven sons of a seventh son. Havenport Romances are contemporary stories set in a small Rhode Island coastal town.  I also write stories in the Pirates of Britannia Connected World.

3.  I did a rap to “How Many Trucks Can a Tow Truck Tow If a Tow Truck Could Tow Trucks.”

4.  When I cook I dance.

5.  My Sudoku book is in the bathroom. I’m not saying anything else about that.

Bonus: I’m a USA Today bestselling author.

My hobbies:

* counted cross stitch

* ballroom dancing - not just between the fridge and stove

* reading almost anything

* Sudoko - I'm still staying quiet about that

Social Media Links

Website: https://ruthacasie.com/

Ruth’s Newsletter Signup:  http://ruthacasie.com/contact.html#newsletter

Instagram:  https://www.instagram.com/ruthacasie/

Facebook private reader’s page, Casie Café: https://www.facebook.com/groups/963711677128537/

Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/RuthACasie/

Twitter:  https://twitter.com/RuthACasie



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