Standing in the courtyard, Carlotta saw candlelight flickering in her son's room. A tiny smile cracked her stoic face. "He's heeded my warning and come home. Now we can plan a wedding."  But something didn't feel right. The hairs on her arm prickled. Still as a stone, Carlotta waited and saw two shadows pass by the window. She clutched at her stomach--it felt like a horse had just kicked her.

Carlotta quietly entered through the kitchen and crept down the hallway to Quentin's bedroom, where she stood with her ear pressed to the door. Her trembling hand gripped the knob. Hearing soft laughter and tender voices coming from inside, she flung open the door and discovered Quentin and the seductress locked in a passionate embrace. When their surprised faces turned to her, she saw a red rose stuck in Teresa's hair.

Insane with rage, Carlotta stumbled from the room and back to the kitchen, where her hand fell upon a glimmering pair of scissors. On a rampage, she flew back into the room, slashing with the weapon.

"No, Mama!" yelled Quentin.

She whirled and stabbed...

I had goose bumps running down my arms as I was reading this short. If you love historical romances with a hint of paranormal, run, don't walk to pick this story up.  - Diana Coyle, Night Owl Romance

The author is very adept at creating vivid characterizations with simple sweeps of words. It is often difficult to craft a full plot line in so few pages, but Ms. Coverstone does an excellent job of it. - Candace Morehouse, Reading New Mexico