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In the spring of 1692, Lizzie burned at the stake.

Reincarnated in the 21st century, she finds herself riding a pick-up truck off to a music festival with the reincarnation of the girls that burned with her. And the driver? William, the lover that left her without an explanation.

William’s charm in this lifetime is as irresistible as it used to be and she can't deny the longing she feels. To find peace and happiness, she was tasked by a quirky deity to avenge herself and the other ‘witches’ from the people that wronged them. But how was she going to find out who were the ones that wronged the other girls?

In her quest for justice, Lizzie will discover the best (and worst) of both worlds of the colonial era and the 21st century as she goes back and forth into her dreams, visions, and reality.

Will she succeed with her revenge and find happiness too?

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DRAMATIC EXCERPT:
"Lizzie, please don't forget that I love you." Will said as he clutched his shirt near his chest. "I never stopped loving you Elizabeth Ainsworth." He took a step forward to reach out for me and I shielded myself with my hands.

"Don't come near me, you filthy bastard!" I screamed at him, enraged with his lies. I closed my eyes as I stepped backwards and held back my tears. "You did nothing to defend me from your father!"

"No Lizzie, I did what I could. I -" his voice faded and I was left in the parking lot, dazed and my arms crossed as if to shield myself from his advance.

When I blinked, William vanished and Bash came back into sight. He gave me a questioning look and asked, "Ummm.. What are you doing Lizzie?"

My eyes darted from Bash's head to toe and he gave a nervous laugh at my reaction. I breathed short and heavy gasps and my sweat went cold.

"You look like you've seen a ghost." He said.

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Revenge of the Reincarnated Witch

Confusion spread across Mr. Bernards' face as he began to scrutinize the piece of measly cloth the young and rich heiress had handed over to him. He probably couldn't understand what the kerchief meant, since initials were the only thing that was sewn in it.

"And whose is this from? I presume this W embroidered in the kerchief is for William's initial as it is in his possession as you said." Mr. Bernards asked. "Then who is this E?"

The young lady moved towards the fireplace and fiddled with the hem of her ribbon. She looked a lot like a drama queen who would make a rather disastrous revelation.

"There is one woman I could only think of. And it makes my blood boil how William could accept such a measly gift from such a lowly girl." she said as she slowly turned around to face Mr. Bernards.

Her blood boils? The nerve of this woman to say such things against me!

Don't Look Down On Me!