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BLOGWORDS – Wednesday 31 January 2018 – WREADING WEDNESDAY – FEATURED BOOK EXCERPT – THE SILENT SONG OF WINTER

WREADING WEDNESDAY – FEATURED BOOK EXCERPT – THE SILENT SONG OF WINTER

 

#WreadingWednedsay is now dedicated to wreading bits and excepts from my books—there’s five now! And because book 3 in my Seasons series, The Silent Song of Winter, releases next month, here is an excerpt.

 

* not the final cover

COVER REVEAL this Saturday, 3 February

 

As I turned from Bay Street back onto Barnard I saw him. What was he doing here? Of course, Merkel never stayed in one place long. He was a spy or an agent or some such and followed his assignments. I ducked into The Indigo Café and lost myself in a small crowd of friends. They were making quite a racket, laughing and carrying on; I was certain I’d not be discovered.

But this was Marcus Pierpont Merkel and he had seen me. His large hand found my shoulder and I turned to face him.

“Pearl, my dear.” I was enveloped in strength and warmth and comfortable familiarity.

“Merkel,” I hedged, inching back toward the door. “It’s lovely to see you again but I was just going.”

“Ah.” He guided me to a table. “But you’ve no coffee, Madame.”

The silence between us was louder than the group of whooping and hollering friends on the other side of the room.

Merkel ordered coffee for the both of us, and he offered congratulations on my marriage.

“Though I must say I am deeply hurt that I was not invited to celebrate the nuptials.”

“We…” But the smile on Merkel’s face stopped my defenses. “Merkel! You are a rascal. You’d not have come if we had sent a golden chariot for you…” If he was a rascal, I was just cruel. “Merk, I’m so sorry.”

He covered my hands with his large ones. “Time heals all wounds, Princess.”

But I could tell time had not healed his.

“Now then.” He took a gulp of his coffee, steaming hot with neither cream nor sugar. “Tell me about your young man.” His cup knocked the table quite soundly as he set it down. “And tell me why you ran off like that.”

Sugar swirled in my own cup.

“I think you’ve stirred quite enough.” Merkel took the spoon from me and laid it on the table every bit as gingerly as he’d set his cup.

Still I stalled, taking a most delicate and ladylike sip of my coffee.

“Pearl Marchand.” Merkel leaned back in his chair, dwarfed beneath his large frame, and folded his arms across his broad chest.

“Grüber actually.” I took another sip. “It’s Pearl Grüber.”

He didn’t say a word. He could wait me out, I knew. I had witnessed it countless times when he and Papá were playing pool or cards, or discussing business. Business they thought a young lady mightn’t grasp, but business I surely and fully understood.

“Not here, Merk.” I reached for my purse and my parcels. “Not here.”

I was never more thankful for a motorcar than I was that afternoon. Just moments earlier, I hadn’t cared if I walked home in the rain. But my past, my true life, was colliding with my secret life and it seemed I couldn’t outrun it.

“How did you know where to find me?” We had just had coffee, even if only a single cup, and I felt inclined neither to make coffee nor to offer him any.

“Find you?” Merkel seemed always at ease, unruffled, unflappable. “Why should I be looking for you?”

“But you…”

“Bumped in to an old friend?”

“I am not old.”

“Old enough…” He waved toward my very round middle. “You, however, tried to elude me.”

I had no answer so I said nothing, watched the rain coursing down the window.

“Would you care to enlighten me?”

“Look at me, Merk.”

“Lovely as ever, Princess.”

“I’m pregnant.” I placed my hands on my belly for emphasis.

“I’m at a loss here, Pearl, but I’m not blind.” He winked. “That’s no reason to run away.”

“I met him last spring. We corresponded via post and I visited Charleston a few weeks later—told Papá I was going dress shopping for summer dresses—which I did. I didn’t lie to mon père. He came back with me and stayed in the guest rooms at the townhome.”

“Positively scandalous.”

“Marcus Pierpont!”

“My, my. I’m in trouble now.”

“Feel free to show yourself out.” I went to the kitchen.

“A man might like some coffee before he goes out in that rain out there.” He followed me.

“Help yourself.” But I busied myself with the making of it. “Merkel.” I sighed.

“And just why exactly do you think ton père would disapprove?” I shouldn’t have been surprised. Merkel was most perceptive; it’s what made him good at his job.

“You know, Merk.” I poured the coffee. “I never did know what it is that you do.”

“Sure you do.” He drank this cup of coffee just as he had at the café, and reached to refill his cup. “I save princesses from making terrible predicaments.”

“He’s German.” I sighed and added more sugar to my own cup. Merkel raised a brow. “It’s the baby.”

“You think that’s a reason to leave your home?”

“What will everyone think?”

“Why does it matter?”

“Merk, you don’t understand.” I gulped my coffee, still too hot and far too sweet. “I can’t face people.”

“What people?”

“In Saisons. I can’t live with the gossip and the looks.”

He tilted his head, leveled a stare, and poured another cup of coffee for us both.

“They won’t like me.”

Still he was silent.

“Say something.”

“What’s there to say? You’ve left already. You haven’t given anyone a chance.”

Meine Liebchen.” Rolf called as he came through the door.

I went to greet him, and Merkel followed. I made the introductions.

“Sorry my good man. I’d invite you to join us but it’s Valentine’s after all.”

“Nonsense. I couldn’t think of intruding.” Merkel reached for his coat on the stand.

“Tomorrow, though. Dinner, my treat.”

 

 

#Blogwords, Wreading Wednesday, Featured Book Except, The Long Shadows of Summer, Seasons, Excerpt, Seasons, The Tilting Leaves of Autumn, The Silent Song of Winter, The Whispering Winds of Spring

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BLOGWORDS – Wednesday 31 January 2018 – SPECIAL EDITION – THE SILENT SONG OF WINTER RELEASE – COVER REVEAL DAY FOUR

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SPECIAL EDITION – THE SILENT SONG OF WINTER RELEASE – COVER REVEAL DAY FOUR

 

Cover reveal Saturday 3 February.

 

 

When all the noise has gone silent, all that is left is her song.

 

The southern town of Saisons lies at the crossroads between North and South, progressive and genteel antebellum life. Between East and West, between history and heritage, and new frontiers. Downton Abbey meets Gone With the Wind.

 

It’s 1912, in a world where slavery is dying and women’s rights are rising, and four young women who once shared a bond—and experienced a tragedy—question their own truths.

 

Pearl had lived under the impossible taskmaster of perfection. Nothing she does or ever did pleased her mother. And nothing she ever did could disappoint her father.

 

Caught up in the mystery of her friend’s curious—and secretive—return, Pearl wrestles with her own decisions, and flees lest her own secrets are exposed.

 

 

 

#Blogwords, Special Edition, The Silent Song of Winter, Seasons Book 3, Cover Reveal Day Four

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BLOGWORDS – Tuesday 30 January 2018 – SPECIAL EDITION – REMJANWRIMO

SPECIAL EDITION – REMJANWRIMO

“Simone’s willow green eyes were searching, not weeping. She’d heard that name before. But where? When? Memory fragments rattled, whispered. She strained to listen, to piece the jumble together. But the puzzle that was her memory was still missing so many pieces.
And Mercedes Renaldi was one of those pieces.”

 

Started the READ-THROUGH and EDITS for #TheSilentSongofWinterslash#FETCH-n-FORWARD for #TheWhisperingWindsofSpring—pulling the secrets and details from the first three books!!

 

 

I do love how these stories are overlapping and intertwining, each new one going back to the previous ones, and tying them all together! Can’t wait to get to Simone’s story—The Whispering Winds of Spring#May2018

 

“I’ve always had voices—er, stories in my head. I once said I should write them all down so someone could write them someday. I had no idea at the time that someone was me!”

 

 

http://robinemason.com

https://robinsnest212.wordpress.com/

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Robin-E-Mason-Author-Artist/224223274404877
http://www.amazon.com/Robin-E.-Mason/e/B00MR5IQ9S
https://twitter.com/amythyst212
http://www.pinterest.com/amythyst212/

https://plus.google.com/u/0/108929134414473292325

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7808042.Robin_E_Mason

 

 

“the battle for identity, one story at a time”

 

 

 

 

#Blogwords, Special Edition, #RemJanWriMo, Seasons, The Long Shadows of Summer, The Tilting Leaves of Autumn, The Silent Song of Winter, The Whispering Winds of Spring

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BLOGWORDS – Tuesday 30 January 2018 – SPECIAL EDITION – THE SILENT SONG OF WINTER RELEASE – COVER REVEAL DAY THREE

https://www.singinglibrarianbooks.com/

SPECIAL EDITION – THE SILENT SONG OF WINTER RELEASE – COVER REVEAL DAY THREE

 

Cover reveal Saturday 3 February.

 

 

When all the noise has gone silent, all that is left is her song.

 

The southern town of Saisons lies at the crossroads between North and South, progressive and genteel antebellum life. Between East and West, between history and heritage, and new frontiers. Downton Abbey meets Gone With the Wind.

 

It’s 1912, in a world where slavery is dying and women’s rights are rising, and four young women who once shared a bond—and experienced a tragedy—question their own truths.

 

Pearl had lived under the impossible taskmaster of perfection. Nothing she does or ever did pleased her mother. And nothing she ever did could disappoint her father.

 

Caught up in the mystery of her friend’s curious—and secretive—return, Pearl wrestles with her own decisions, and flees lest her own secrets are exposed.

 

 

 

 

#Blogwords, Special Edition, The Silent Song of Winter, Seasons Book 3, Cover Reveal Day Three

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BLOGWORDS – Monday 29 January 2018 – SPECIAL EDITION – REMJANWRIMO

SPECIAL EDITION – REMJANWRIMO

“Simone’s willow green eyes were searching, not weeping. She’d heard that name before. But where? When? Memory fragments rattled, whispered. She strained to listen, to piece the jumble together. But the puzzle that was her memory was still missing so many pieces.
And Mercedes Renaldi was one of those pieces.”

 

 

Started with 41 [GO BACKS] and got ‘em done Saturday! Spent time typing up my MYRIAD notes and then on to the READ THROUGH!  #TheSilentSongofWinter  #February2018

 

 

  • marketing for #TheLongShadowsofSummer – a few…
  • marketing for #TheTiltingLeavesofAutumn – here and there
  • finishing #TheSilentSongofWinterDONE…..
  • start #TheWhisperingWindsofSpring – l’il bit…

 

AND

 

#TheSilentSongofWinter

  • read through, revisions and edits – next up
  • beta readers revisions and edits – in their hands
  • [GO BACKS] – check
  • format for CreateSpace – soon!
  • and… ORDER COPIES!!!

Are ya’ll ready for the COVER REVEAL for #TheSilentSongofWinter??? Saturday the 3rd!

 

#Seasons, #authorlife  #ammarketing  #amediting  #amwriting  #amresearching #amjuggling, #myheadisspinning

 

 

 

I love how these stories are overlapping and intertwining, each new one going back to the previous ones, and tying them all together! Can’t wait to get to Simone’s story—The Whispering Winds of Spring!  #May2018

 

“I’ve always had voices—er, stories in my head. I once said I should write them all down so someone could write them someday. I had no idea at the time that someone was me!”

 

 

http://robinemason.com

https://robinsnest212.wordpress.com/

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Robin-E-Mason-Author-Artist/224223274404877
http://www.amazon.com/Robin-E.-Mason/e/B00MR5IQ9S
https://twitter.com/amythyst212
http://www.pinterest.com/amythyst212/

https://plus.google.com/u/0/108929134414473292325

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7808042.Robin_E_Mason

 

 

“the battle for identity, one story at a time”

 

 

 

#Blogwords, Special Edition, #RemJanWriMo, Seasons, The Long Shadows of Summer, The Tilting Leaves of Autumn, The Silent Song of Winter, The Whispering Winds of Spring

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BLOGWORDS – Monday 29 January 2018 – SPECIAL EDITION – THE SILENT SONG OF WINTER RELEASE – COVER REVEAL DAY TWO

https://www.singinglibrarianbooks.com/

SPECIAL EDITION – THE SILENT SONG OF WINTER RELEASE – COVER REVEAL DAY TWO

 

Cover reveal Saturday 3 February.

 

When all the noise has gone silent, all that is left is her song.

 

The southern town of Saisons lies at the crossroads between North and South, progressive and genteel antebellum life. Between East and West, between history and heritage, and new frontiers. Downton Abbey meets Gone With the Wind.

 

It’s 1912, in a world where slavery is dying and women’s rights are rising, and four young women who once shared a bond—and experienced a tragedy—question their own truths.

 

Pearl had lived under the impossible taskmaster of perfection. Nothing she does or ever did pleased her mother. And nothing she ever did could disappoint her father.

 

Caught up in the mystery of her friend’s curious—and secretive—return, Pearl wrestles with her own decisions, and flees lest her own secrets are exposed.

 

 

 

#Blogwords, Special Edition, The Silent Song of Winter, Seasons Book 3, Cover Reveal Day Two

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BLOGWORDS – Sunday 28 January 2018 – FRONT PORCH FELLOWSHIP – ALL CREATION WORSHIPS

FRONT PORCH FELLOWSHIP – ALL CREATION WORSHIPS

 

 

Several years ago I was walking around a small lake. It’s a favorite spot, and I take the walk whenever I visit there.

This particular time I had been listening to a certain praise and worship CD, and one of the songs was playing in my head.

 

 

As those words sang in my mind, my eyes looked up at the trees—and I wondered (as all good authors do) “How does a tree worship God.”

 

I had thought it an idle thought. Until He answered me.

 

 

So simple and yet so profound.

 

And as all good writers also do, my mind took it another step.

 

 

Of course I knew the answer, even then.

 

 

And with an algebraic turn, or perhaps putting the pieces in a puzzle, that meant that I worship Father by writing.

 

So today (Saturday) as I was sitting outside, basking in a miracle moment today, and praising Father for this long awaited thing, I glanced at the trees.

 

And I was reminded of what He told me those years ago—to worship Him, I be what He created me to be.

*note the use of “be” vs “do.”

 

So, and pardon the license with grammar, but I be writing. I be working—and worshiping Him—as I write.

 

And that brings me even greater joy.

 

 

Wha about you? What has Father created you to be? What do you do to worship Him?

 

#Blogwords, Front Porch Fellowship, #FPF, Sunday Devotion, All Creation Worships

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