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Jesse lay in a daze until the sun was hot. She thought of the way his hands had been so gentle―was it only three days ago? Three days of shame, of deceit. Of praying what she feared was not true. But the moon had passed its full cycle again. She had no hope left.
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Like the gentle susurration of the sea against the sand, her touch soothed him, cooling the fire of his passion, warming the last icy tendrils that had caught around his heart.
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Lowell was a plain man, with a nose slightly too wide for his round face, light brown hair, and hazel eyes that crinkled at the edges when he smiled. He had a gentle way about him, and hands that showed they were used to hard work.
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There was the scent of lilies on the smooth black skirt beneath Jesse's cheek. A memory encroached upon the small, empty spaces the drug had left behind in her mind, and made its way into Katie’s consciousness as their spirits joined together.
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Putting a tentative finger on the pitcher that had been her mother’s, Jesse traced the outlines of the delicate yellow lilies, and allowed herself the luxury of a single sigh.
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Jesse straightened her spine & took a deep breath.
"Yesterday... I said some things I didn’t mean... I had no right to... blame you.” Her blush faded, leaving pallor in its wake. “I know that you had to... do what you did.” She closed her eyes, swallowed again. “I need to say...”
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Jesse credited Katie’s tisanes with her victory over morning sickness & the ability to sleep the night through. She wasn’t aware that Adam often lay awake in the other bed while she moaned & cried in the night, or that he held her like a baby as she trembled with fear.
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Irene flew from the room, leaving the door open in her wake, & it wasn’t long before she came scampering back.
“This is the petticoat Evelyn made for me. See how short it is on me now?” She held it up to her waist and pirouetted.“Do you think I’ll grow any more?”
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In addition, the men were digging a pit for a new outhouse, as the existing structure was half fallen down.
“Miss Jesse,” Brian said, “it’s easier t’ build a new one than t’ work aroun’ the stink o’ the old. B’sides, it’ll help the trees grow when we plant the orchard there.”
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Elena set her son straight. “A man...” She emphasized the word “...does not take actions which will cause his friends to be hurt. A man understands that sometimes the decisions a friend makes are the only ones possible, and not the ones his friend would wish to make.”
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He damned her brother over & over, making gentle noises into her hair. Her body was racked with sobs. He feared she would break apart from the violence of her trembling, or lose her mind to madness, crumbling under the burden of her emotions. The hound pup sat at her feet & whined.
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After school, Jesse would come and do her homework with Alec. Tommy & Elena were happy for their boy. It wasn’t easy for him to make new friends; he was a serious lad, sensitive & moody. He tended to make an issue of his mixed parentage, though most of their neighbors ignored it.
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Adam knew himself as the most serious of all the Donovans, given to brooding, philosophical argument, & a penchant for humming the saddest ballads ever to come out of Ireland. Yet he’d been content.
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WHISPERS IN THE CANYON, Donovan Family Saga #1
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Jesse struggled to control her shaking.
“Nay, my dear,” the old lady said, “you must not fight it. Let it run its course. But believe you are safe now. No harm shall come to you here.” Gradually the sense of peace Katie’s voice suggested found its way to Jesse’s trembling hands.
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Evelyn suggested they go to the mercantile to find material for new dresses, but Irene hadn’t been pleased with the choices available. The pink was too bright, the greens too heavy for summer. And the blue―well, she already had enough blue dresses to last a lifetime.
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Jake was right when he looked at Tommy’s brand and called this place the Rocking Chair Ranch. This old chair has seen all our sorrow, now it will begin to see our joy. I have the perfect surprise for you, my love, when you wake up―I’ve been saving it since our wedding day.
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The big man leaned back on his elbows. He was naked to the waist, sweat just beginning to dry on his chest and arms. His hair was wild, his face flushed from exertion. Adam gave him a smile of real affection. *He looks like some oversized cherub. An oversized Irish cherub.*
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Jesse sank into a chair, letting the tears begin. Fat and round, they rolled single file down her cheeks. No sobs, no sniffles, no sighs. Just fat, round tears that looked at tomorrow and found no hope.
Review excerpt: A touching historical novel that will capture your attention from the very first words and hold you until the last.
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WHISPERS IN THE CANYON, Donovan Family Saga Book 1
How do you fight a man who's dead?
Whose very memory brings terror to life?
Can he help her, or will the past drag her into madness?
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An e-reader displays the book cover against a close-up of a Christmas tree with candles, gold garland, and a gold ornament. Text: A wonderful gift for fans of realistic, emotionally accomplished fiction.
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#HistoricalFiction set in the Arizona Territory, featuring a family of Irish immigrants.
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A blurred image of a woman with a shawl over her head. Text: Penned with transparency, the characters' secrets, hopes, thoughts, silent pleas, and even fear-ridden nightmares are exposed. Their growth is only realized, however, through the haunting, relentless foreboding of the antagonist. Jesse's life cannot be truly settled unless she comes to terms with the repercussions of her brother's despicable acts.
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A dead man haunts the love of his life.
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“You will try to save her, won’t you? I can pay you,” Jesse added eagerly. “I have a dollar. From my birthday.”
“Awright, we’ll give it a try. Help me get ’er int’ a stall. But r’member, no guarantees.”
She agreed brightly, untied her horse from the wagon & led her into the barn.
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“His father kept him in line awhile—Russell was shorter & less powerful. But when Rose died, he became more angry. And devious with it, slipping out of the canyon to steal cattle for money to spend on his carousing. Once he started drinking, there was no holding him."
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*It’s the last big chore left here. Unless Miss Jesse makes up another list.* He chuckled. *Had quite a list, Miss Jesse had. It was right nice of her to let me use that empty room,’stead of trailing all the way home every night & all the way back every morning.*
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A horse whinnied in the distance. “Is that Old Son?" Adam asked. "Then I’ll just take Brian’s bedroll down the trail a bit and find a nice soft spot in the dirt.”
“Poor cowboy.” Her voice mocked him, but he patted his sister’s cheek.
It was then he cried, arms folded over his knees, head bent low. Not the great, gulping sobs he’d indulged in as a boy, but silently, with tears that welled up and spilled on the ground like rain. Like the bursting of a dam, sorrow, guilt, and shame came pouring from him. *I could have been here. I should have been here. To protect her, to prevent this. Good god, what kind of a monster was he! My love, I am so sorry...*
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-A valiant young woman haunted by abuse.
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