DARK BREW
A time travel romance
Learn from the past or forever be doomed to repeat it.
Accused
of her husband’s murder, druid Kylah McKinley travels back through time to her
past life in 1324 Ireland and brings the true killer to justice.
Two months of hell change Kylah’s life forever. On her many past
life regressions, she returns to 14th century Ireland as Alice
Kyteler, a druid moneylender falsely accused of murdering her husband. Kylah’s
life mirrors Alice’s in one tragic event after another—she finds her husband
sprawled on the floor, cold, blue, with no pulse. Evidence points to her, and
police arrest her for his murder. Kylah and Alice shared another twist of
fate—they fell in love with the man who believed in them. As Kylah prepares for
her trial and fights to maintain her innocence, she must learn from her past or
forever be doomed to repeat it.
An excerpt from Dark Brew
Kylah shut Ted’s den door. She couldn’t bear to
look at the spot where he gasped his last breath. His presence, an imposing
force, lingered. So did his scent, a blend of tobacco, pine aftershave and
manly sweat. Each reminder ripped into her heart like a knife. Especially now
with the funeral looming ahead, the eulogies, the mournful organ hymns, the
tolling bells . . .
These ceremonies should bring closure, but they’d
only prolong the agony of her grief. She wanted to remember him alive for a
while longer, wishing she could delay these morbid customs until the hurt subsided.
Throughout the house, his essence echoed his personality:
the wine stain on the carpet, the heap of dirty shirts, shorts and socks piled up
in the laundry room, the spattered stove, his fingerprints on the microwave.
But she couldn’t bring herself to clean any of it up. Painful as these remnants
were, they offered a strange comfort. He still lived here.
“I’ll find that murderer, Teddy,” she promised
him over and over, wandering from room to empty room, traces of him lurking in
every corner. “I’ll do everything in my power to make sure justice is served.
Another past life regression isn’t enough anymore. I know what I have to do now.
And I promise, it will never, ever happen again—in any future life.”
She inhaled deeply and breathed him in. “Go
take a shower, Teddy.” She chuckled through her tears as the doorbell rang. She
cringed, breaking out in cold sweat when she saw the black sedan at the curb.
“Not again.” No sense in hiding, so she let the
detectives in.
“Mrs. McKinley, we need your permission to do a
search and take some of your husband’s possessions from the house,” Nolan said.
“What for?” She met his steely stare. “I looked
everywhere and found nothing.”
“Mrs. McKinley, the cupboard door was open,
four jars of herbs are missing, and the autopsy showed he died of herb
poisoning. Those herbs,” Nolan added
for emphasis, as if it had slipped her feeble mind. “Foxglove, mandrake,
hemlock—and an as-yet unidentified one,” he read from a notebook. “The M.E.
determined it was a lethal dose.”
Sherlock Holmes got
nothin’ on him, she thought.
“Where’s this cupboard, ma’am?” Egan spoke up.
“Right there.” She pointed, its door gaping
exactly the way she’d found it that night. Nolan went over to it and peered
inside.
“Ma’am, it would be better if you left the
house for a half hour or so. Please leave a number where you can be reached,”
Egan ordered.
Nolan glanced down the hall. “Where is your bedroom?”
What could they want in the bedroom? “It’s at
the top of the stairs on the right. But we didn’t sleep together,” she offered,
as if that would faze them. It didn’t.
After giving him her cell number, she got into
her car and drove to the beach.
An hour later, she let herself back in and
looked around. They’d taken the computer, her case of CDs, her thumb drive, her
remaining herb jars, Ted’s notebooks, and left her alone with one horrible fact:
This was now a homicide case and she was the prime suspect.
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