I know I haven't posted much, lately. Life always finds something to throw in my way. And not always good things. But, I try to overcome the obstacles. I only want you all to know that I am a guest, answering a few questions on writing, here:
An indie adventure If you'd like to check it and leave a comment, I'd be honored! I and my characters thank you in advance! And here is the dual version, English and Romanian, of my poem that led me to write Shadows of the Past
Anne's relationship
with her boyfriend Neil has disintegrated. After a two-year separation, they
pack for a week vacation in hopes of reconciling. But fate has other plans for
them. The discovery of a
bejeweled cross and ancient human bones opens a door to a new and frightening
world--one where the ghost of a medieval nun named Genevieve will not let Anne
rest. This new world threatens not only to ruin Anne and Neil's vacation but to
end all hopes of reconciliation as Anne feels compelled to help free
Genevieve's soul from its torment. Can Anne save her
relationship and help Genevieve find her eternal rest? A touching,
compelling story of tragedy, loss and the power of endless love and good magic. The twists and turns
in this paranormal tale keep the reader guessing up to the end and weave
themselves together into a quest to rekindle love. Buy links: Wildchildpublishing Amazon.com All romanceebooks.com Snippet
"Come, we should leave at once," she said
and glanced nervously over her shoulder. "Something terrible happened
after you left for town. I think the Abbess found out about us. Our meeting in
Uncle Ryan's cabin is no longer a secret. We have been overheard. For all I
know someone spies on us even as we speak. I think the Abbess, or one of her
'friends,' is hovering somewhere nearby and listening to every word."
She melted in his embrace in
spite of the invisible vicious threat breathing around them.
Andrew pulled Genevieve to his chest. "Do you
regret you've come with me?"
Passion smothered Genevieve's doubt and guilt.
"Never," she answered, aware of her body's response to his touch, and
she succumbed to his embrace.
"Oh, God. Please forgive me," Andrew
muttered under his breath when he bowed his head to kiss her. Their lips met in
a passionate first kiss.
Genevieve's spirits fell and her heart skipped a beat
when, a couple of seconds later, she opened her eyes and her gaze fell on a
knot strangers.
Welcome to the first round of the tour! Today the
promo is for my novel
Shadows of the Past
Blurb
Anne's
relationship with her boyfriend Neil has disintegrated. After a two-year
separation, they pack for a week vacation in hopes of reconciling. But fate has
other plans for them.
The
discovery of a bejeweled cross and ancient human bones opens a door to a new
and frightening world--one where the ghost of a medieval nun named Genevieve
will not let Anne rest. This new world threatens not only to ruin Anne and
Neil's vacation but to end all hopes of reconciliation as Anne feels compelled
to help free Genevieve's soul from its torment.
Can Anne
save her relationship and help Genevieve find her eternal rest?
A touching,
compelling story of tragedy, loss and the power of endless love and good magic.
The
twists and turns in this paranormal tale keep the reader guessing up to the end
and weave themselves together into a quest to rekindle love.
The peal of
the church bells from the abbey tower startled Genevieve. The sound added to
her mounting anxiety.
The massive
abbey loomed over the stone paved path.All the nuns were at evening mass.With a bit of luck her disappearance would go unnoticed for a few more
hours. The Abbess would assume she was cleaning the toilets as ordered.
Fear
skittered through Genevieve when she turned away from the abbey towards the
path leading to town. Nothing stirred.She hesitated.Evil emanated from
the forest surrounding the abbey. With a shiver, she leaned against the solid
oak gates that flanked the abbey's main path. They had hidden her from
detection for the past couple of hours, but how much longer would she be safe?
The mountain
shadows grew thicker and closer.
She moved
her weight from one leg to the other. They ached from so much standing, but she
lacked the strength to return to the gardener's cottage and wait for Andrew's
arrival as planned. Genevieve closed her tired eyes. The image of old Ryan,
slumped dead in his chair in his cubicle, caught life in her mind and made her
whole body ripple with fear.
She'd rather
wait for Andrew here, outside.
Had he
forgotten his promise? What if something terrible befell him during the last
three days, or he had changed his mind? Why should he risk all for an ordinary
nun?
Had his
folks talked him into giving her up, made him see reason? Helping her out of
her predicament meant a huge risk for him -- losing his family, his friends and
his position among his peers. His words echoed in her mind. "I will risk
everything for you, even life, if necessary."
* * * *
"Anne, Anne, wake up. Wake up, please," the insistent
voice whispered next to her ear.The
touch of a hand, on her shoulder, startled Anne.
She opened her eyes, still half between sleep and reality. Her
gaze stopped on a stranger, a woman, by her side.
The moon's pale face, the only light, filtered through a small gap
in the tent's entrance; yet the stranger's whole body emanated a kind of soft
ray, a yellowish halo making her figure and face easy to discern.
A long, dark robe, similar to those worn by nuns in monasteries
centuries ago, covered her body. No traditional headdress covered the woman's
red hair, which fell loosely over her shoulders in long, heavy tendrils and
continued down her chest and back.
Anne stood up and studied the intruder with open curiosity. The
stranger’s wax pale face looked corpse like. Anne opened her mouth to ask her
who she was. She looked Anne straight in the eyes, placed her forefinger on her
lips and whispered, "Hush, come. Follow me."
Anne's eyes widened.
The woman, moving away from the sleeping bag, appeared to glide
above the ground. Her bare feet didn't make a sound.
As if hypnotized, Anne followed the illuminated silhouette heading
into the forest, without questioning her own actions.
An onrush of sensations unfamiliar to her followed.
Dizziness and a malevolent feeling of unreality suffocated her. The presence of
evil, creeping up and enveloping her, became almost palpable. Her throat turned
dry, and she gasped for air.
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