This story is a work of fiction and contains explicit content intended for adults only. Names, characters, places and events are either fictional or are used fictitiously and any resemblance to actual persons, places or incidents is entirely coincidental. The images associated with the cover are stock photos and neither the photographer(s) nor the model(s) endorse this publication. HAUNTED Amelia didn’t look the part of a bereaved widow. She was young and vibrant, with hair the color of autumn leaves, sparkling blue eyes and porcelain skin. At twenty-five years old, she had her whole life ahead of her. But it was a life she’d planned to spend with her husband, Jake. Her plan – and her world – had come crashing down around her last summer. Sometimes when Amelia woke up in the morning she could still hardly believe it. She’d talk to Jake in her dreams. He’d seem so close, but then she’d reach out for him and jolt awake, grasping at nothing but the unused pillow beside her. The disappointment that would wash over her as she remembered he was gone was nearly unbearable. Those first few months had been the toughest. She’d bury her face in Jake’s pillow and sob until she had nothing left inside her. The day she’d realized the pillow no longer had Jake’s familiar scent had been particularly difficult.
