First the blurb:
Emily Marchant died on Valentine’s Day. If only she’d stayed dead...
Something told Chrissie the house didn’t want her, but it’s her new husband’s home, so now she must live in it. Sumptuously furnished, Barton Grove is filled with his first wife’s treasures.
Emily died six years earlier but a part of her never left. A stunning photograph of the first Mrs. Marchant hangs in the living room. Yet there is something unnerving and impossibly alive about that portrait.
A series of terrifying events take over Chrissie’s life, but no one will believe her. As her marriage and her life unravel around her, she discovers, with devastating consequences, that Emily never intended Joe to take a second wife.
Now, here are my eight sentences:
I had to reassure him. “Sorry, I just feel…I don’t know…awkward, kissing you in front of her photograph. As if I’m stealing you away from her.” He clasped me to him and I leaned against his chest. He smelled of Hugo Boss aftershave, combined with his unique personal, clean aroma—warm, comforting, sensual. We stood there, wrapped in each other’s silence. He gently stroked my hair. How could I tell him that I had heard a woman’s voice whisper my name in my ear, just as he kissed me?
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