LAURA STRICKLAND (Cont.)
White Gull: A Lobster Cove Story
BLURB EXCERPT
When the trawler White Gull was lost in a storm off
the coast of Lobster Cove, Lisbeth O’Shea’s husband,
Declan, was lost along with it. At least that’s what Lisbeth
believes until, a year later, she hears Declan’s voice in the
night and sees him haunting the shore near their tiny cot-
tage. Then she wonders… Has grief affected her mind?
Or is someone playing a cruel trick?
Town blacksmith Rab Sinclair has loved Lisbeth ever
since he arrived in Lobster Cove. Lisbeth has never had
eyes for anyone other than the charming, feckless Declan
O’Shea, but Rab knows Declan was not faithful to Lis-
beth. How can he convince the grieving widow she’s
pinned her heart on the wrong man? And when danger-
ous secrets come to light, how can Rab protect the
woman who means more to him than his own life? Lightning flashed once more, flooding her eyes with
brightness. In the doorway of the bedroom stood a figure
wearing dripping oilskins with only the sou’wester missing
from his bare head.
Declan.
In the sudden darkness that followed the lightning
she moaned his name and then shouted it.
“Declan? Declan, Declan!” She heard movement, the
scrape of a boot on the floorboards, the flap of his coat as
he turned and left the doorway. With a sob, she followed.
Hands stretched before her like a blind woman, she felt
for him, stubbed her bare toe on the leg of the bedstead
and faltered. She blundered from the room in his wake.
The cottage boasted but three rooms: this bedroom
they had shared, another smaller bedroom she’d dreamed
of someday using as a nursery for her children and the
main room which combined parlor and kitchen. The
darkness of the main room enfolded Lisbeth like black
velvet. She had but a glimpse of paler darkness as the
front door opened and closed again.
“Declan!”
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