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Click here to enter ![]() This novel is a creepy, mysterious romp through southern life. Heflin creates the most hate-able character since Shakespeare's Iago in the mother Rosemary, and leaves us crying, literally, for the sake of her son, Richard. Have you read a book and wondered how you would make it through to the end, not out of boredom mind you, but out of the agony you feel for a protagonist? No? Well, read this, and you'll be able to answer with a resounding "Hell, yeah!" As Heflin takes a look at the tyranny of parents and the enmeshment only certain really screwed up relationships can bring to life, but he does so in such a way that we find ourselves riveted to the story rather than predicting its ideal outcome. After all, when a story begins with rape and secrecy, how can we predict anything at all? Blurb: The one woman who was supposed to love him was the one person who tried to destroy him. Richard Creek finally took a stand against his abusive mother, Rosemary, in the fall of 1929, leading to nearly three decades of her merciless tyranny. He has to decide how to protect his children from the omnipotent hand of the Lady of the Manor while they dwell beneath the same roof. Tensions overflow in this atypical home in Savannah, Georgia during the blazing summer of 1958. 71-year old Rosemary (Rosey) Isabella Creek is the cruel and ruthless matriarch of Creek Manor who carries out her malevolent deeds with the help of her loyal butler, Rayford Caruthers, whom she continually degrades for being an albino black man with atrocious English. Her only friend is Pop Barnes, who along with Rosemary’s brother, are the only ones who seem to remember a softer, lovelier ‘Rosey’. She lords over her only son, Richard, a 43-year old banker; his wife, 42-year old Helen; and their five children: the twins; Hilary and Taylor, along with Kimberly, Reginald, and Brock. The patience of everyone is tested with each of Rosemary’s taunts as they try to understand the nature and reason of her cruelty. As more details of her past are revealed, it only further complicates their comprehension. Will she ever transform into a woman that they can love? Historical Romance
Can she betray the Gypsy clan who saved her for the love of a stranger? Martine Petrulengo is stifled by the traditions of her adopted Gypsy clan. They gave her new life when she was left all alone. And now she is expected to marry in order to forge clan allegiances. When she nurses handsome and charming Lord Declan Forrester back to health, she is lured by the seductive idea of life outside of the clan—and the prospect of love with the Irishman. Can he prove his innocence in order to claim his Gypsy? Lord Declan Forrester trades prison bars for a loveless marriage in order to save his soul. And now he’s trying to prove his innocence not only as a traitor, but that of his wife’s murder. When the lovely and beguiling Martine saves him, he falls in love for the first time. Yet, the obstacles of his past seem insurmountable. Martine and Declan must fight tradition, prejudice and the haunting ghosts of their past in order to fight for their love and ensure their future. EXCERPT A rider urged his horse forward. He wore a leather doublet of a quality she’d never seen. The black hide was pierced with metal and thick stitching formed elaborate Celtic designs. Regal and rich. His breeches hugged his thighs so closely ’twas indecent, but that didn’t stop her gaze from venturing along the hard expanse of his legs. Heat crept up her neck and flushed her face like a flame. He tipped his head in her brother’s direction. Martine gasped. The stranger from the glen. “We’ve business,” was all he said. Rafe nodded, but didn’t twitch a muscle. Martine wanted to run from the confrontation, hide in her grandmother’s berth safe from the bewitching blue eyes of the intruder. But her feet stayed rooted to the ground. Och, this man was handsome. Strong jaw, brilliant eyes, and a broad mouth composed a man so striking. His face was a composite of hard planes of granite that matched the intense glare of his eyes. The man sighed and his comrades inched closer to his side. They dressed as he did, except their clothing lacked the obvious quality she could see stitched in the leather of his. “The villagers are concerned with your presence, Gypsy.” She could feel the tension in the tight line of her brother’s shoulders, taste the anger in the air that hummed about him and the stranger. His jaw clenched and he remained silent. “I’ve come to ask you to leave. Gypsies bring foul memories to Riverton.” His voice was rough, husky, as he commanded her brother. Rafe stepped forward. She knew he wished to throttle the tactless man. “We’re Tinkers. Men and women with skills and trade.” “And itchy fingers if Lady Bannon’s sheep have say of it,” the man behind the stranger spouted. The other men chortled and slapped the man on the back. The stranger held up his hand and was rewarded with instant silence. Her brother shrugged, a harmless action unless you were Rafe Petrulengo. “My clan has no need of other people’s sheep.” Martine took a step forward. The stranger’s head snapped in her direction. He leaned forward in his saddle. “You’ll leave my land, or pay the consequences.” His tone brooked no room for argument. “We’re people of the land, trainers of dogs, and masters of horses.” Her brother’s words seemed to befuddle the stranger’s friends. They looked to one another, smirks creasing their faces. If only they knew her brother’s genius. “I’m Lord Declan Forrester, Earl of Riverton,” the stranger pompously said. “This is my land—and you are to leave.” Rafe bowed deep at the waist, his extended arm almost grazing the dirt before him. “As you wish.” “Be gone by morning. ’Tis all the time I’ll give you.” A shiver ran up her spine at the cold gruffness of his voice. He clucked his horse forward, a magnificent animal, well-muscled with a gleaming coat of black. Martine was so aware of the lord’s presence, her skin tingled. And she knew without looking up that trouble was about to ensue. He stopped the horse before her and just sat. When her gaze met his, the lord nodded his head and gave a mocking salute. She sighed, not knowing why she was reacting so unlike herself, why she was enthralled with the stranger. With a nudge to his horse’s side, he was off without a backward glance at her or her brother. One look at Rafe and she knew he’d witnessed what had transpired. Rage boiled in his dark eyes and tension pulsed his jaw. He tapped a pointy leather boot against the packed earth. The women of the clan weren’t to be appraised by Gajos. Especially a Gajo who’d ordered the Kapo to leave. No matter, she thought with a smile of satisfaction. Lord Forrester had acknowledged her, and the realization swept through her with unparalleled warmth. About the Author Madelyn Hill has always loved the written word. From the time she could read and all through her school years, she'd sneak books into her textbooks during school. And she devoured books daily. At the age of 10 she proclaimed she wanted to be a writer. After being a "closet" writer for several years, she sent her manuscripts out there and is now published with Soul Mate Publishing. And she couldn't be happier! A resident of Western New York, she moved from one Rochester to another Rochester to be with the love of her life. They now have 3 children and keep busy cooking, watching their children's sporting events, and of course reading! Social Networking Links: Website: www.madelynhill.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/madelyn.hill.94 Twitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorMaddyHill Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/madelynhill68 GoodReads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2919194.Madelyn_Hill Purchase Link Buy the Book on Amazon!
![]() While 2014 was busy and productive, 2015 is gearing up to give last year a shot at looking plum boring! This year I'll be releasing my first novella as part of the Falling in Deep collection. My book, At the Heart of the Deep, is one of a 12-author collection being released this summer. Meet Anya and her cover! Playing with Magic, a bit more whimsical and lighter than Anya's story, should also be released this fall. Look for it around October, just in time for the spook-fest! What do you have lined up for the new year? One month almost down, only 11 to fulfill those plans! ![]() How did you spend the National Council of English Teacher's Day on Writing? If you are a writer, maybe you were typing away. Perhaps you looked at your latest draft. Did you spend time revising, painstakingly considering every word you've already committed to the page, judging its value and what it adds to your work. Or maybe you did what I did. I spent the day anticipating. I seem to dream about book release day now, even though it is worlds away in June. But a gal has to look forward to something in life, and even if I can't find time every day to add to the plot of my mermaid tale, I can foster the excitement that surrounds it all. From outlining to drafting, writers have a tendency to trap themselves in the process. I'm focused on the delights of it all right now. Thanks for coming along on the journey! ![]() This summer I am joining 14 talented and award-winning writers to create a collection of novellas. Falling in Deep will feature mermaids, sea monsters, and plenty of other underwater beings. Stop by and see us on Facebook I'm excited at the prospect of this collection as we will release one novella a week culminating with the release of the box set in September 2015. I look forward to seeing this project come together, and I can't wait to introduce you to Anya and Luke! The cover reveal is coming soon! ![]() I headed to a conference this week, taking a day from the day job to present research with colleagues. Really it was a day away from the classroom to talk to fellow literature nerds about something Floridian... mermaids, pirates, and sea monsters. I never thought, while sitting in Compositional Theory or The History of the English Language, that one day I would have the chance to take a childhood fantasy, being a mermaid, and discuss it academically with like minded folks. I had the amazing chance to look at the "Disneyfication" of Andersen's Sea Maid, discuss the differing motives of mermaids over time, from the succubus of the sea to the guardian of man, mention the all too obvious sanitization of the Starbucks logo to take the sex out of mermaids... at least as they refer to publicly traded coffee companies. Then my friends rocked the group with their discussions of Floridianna "retro-tainment" a la the mermaid and mermaids as the social construct of other. OK, so maybe that is making maidens of the sea a bit to academic for some, but it made my day. Sometimes you have to realize that your job kinda rocks! |
AuthorCarrie L. Wells has been writing her entire life. She focuses on writing a mix of paranormal romance for adults and young adults and women's literature, Archives
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