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Destiny Calef has two great passions in her life: her handsome and incredibly sexy professor husband, Robert, and serving the truth of history – particularly that of the world-renowned, infamous witch trials of Salem, Massachusetts.
Granted as part of their research stipend, the couple moves into the old Downing farm, the former residence of the accused witch, John Proctor. It is there where Destiny’s dreams become nightmares, and she is plagued by a recurring vision that occurs at the exact same time of 3:33 a.m. There is no escape from the images that haunt her mind, and no answers with regards to their purpose. Her only hope lies in finding a clue hidden in Robert’s secret library that is locked in the basement’s vault. But Robert refuses to give her the key…
Curiosity and desperation get the better of her and Destiny defies Robert’s orders to steer clear of his library. In that room, she discovers the truth about her husband’s troubled past and his incredible secret… one which will not only turn her life upside down, but will lead to her standing face-to-face with one of history’s most manipulative and notorious accusers of witchcraft, the Reverend Samuel Parris himself. This was a man who was known to get what he wanted, no matter the cost, and the portrait painted by history was nothing compared to his true evil and selfish nature.
Time has brought Destiny to 17th century Salem for a reason, but there are rules regarding changing the course of events, and severe consequences when these rules are broken. Destiny soon discovers that the kinky role-play games she and Robert enjoy enacting in the bedroom are child’s play compared to the harsh deliverance of penance in colonial life. She also learns that things written in the history books are not always the truth, and makes it her mission to not only save innocent lives from the clutches of Samuel Parris, but to let everyone in the future know that what is written is not always the truth.
Author’s Note: I started this piece as a historian, following the treasure map of documents and accountings of the infamous 1692 Witch Trials of Salem. What I discovered between the pages of history were the specters of truth lost in the kaleidoscope of time and concealed in the shadows of those who hungered for power and property. This is not about ghosts, witches or the paranormal as I had originally supposed, given my fascination of the subject matter, rather a love story that stood the test of time. A man and woman of flesh and blood, and how their trust, love and sacrifice broke the chains of evil. Now revealed, I offer that truth to you and pray that your eyes are open to that which is, not that which is desired. ~ Servant of Salem
“Everything is perfectly fine, baby. Trust me. Now, try to go back to sleep.”
“Everything is not fine and I hate how you keep blowing me off. Can we play a little bit? Maybe a good spanking will help me relax.” She asked hopefully. “It’s been forever since you even made love to me and…”
“It’s late. Go to sleep.” He got up, slipped his bathrobe over his pajamas, and then leaned over to kiss her. “I’m going down to the library to read a bit.