They called me wicked. Unholy. A girl too proud to be a wife. So they tied my hands, led me to the scaffold, and prayed the rope would silence me. But I’d already made my choice. To save the only soul I loved, I offered mine in return. A deal made beneath the church that damned me. Signed in blood. Not meant for witnesses. But someone saw, and no one stays discreet in Salem. They said I’d hang by morning. Let them try. Because when the noose pulled tight, something older than faith answered. Eyes like embers. A presence that split the world in two the moment he appeared. He appeared when the world turned its back. An angel of darkness, answering no prayer but mine. He wasn’t there to save me. He was there to make sure they never forgot the woman I am about to become. And that should terrify them more than any noose ever could.
Author
Sara McClaflin writes dark romance with feelings, flaws, and just the right amount of emotional damage. Her stories are character-driven, morally gray, and often ask one very important question: what if love was a little dangerous—and we liked it that way? After years of reading and reviewing books with too much angst, she finally started writing her own. She lives on the West Coast with her husband, their chaotic dog, and more book boyfriends than she’s willing to admit. Her TBR pile is a cry for help, her playlists are 80% heartbreak, and she’s always chasing the next character who’ll ruin her in the best way.
