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BLOGWORDS – Wednesday 22 November 2017 – WREADING WEDNESDAY – FEATURED BOOK EXCERPT – THE TILTING LEAVES OF AUTUMN

WREADING WEDNESDAY – FEATURED BOOK EXCERPT – THE TILTING LEAVES OF AUTUMN

 

#WreadingWednedsay is now dedicated to ‘wreading’ bits and excerpts from my books!

 

These past days had been most busy. A different busyness to what I was used to. Up at dawn—or before—cleaning and scrubbing all the day long. Tending my children in the midst of drudgery. Wearing myself ragged to uphold Fontaine’s standards.

And of course, being ready at a moment’s notice to magically transform into a companion fit for his… associates.

This had been a different busy. A whirlwind, but enjoyable. Teasing me closer to the dream. Unraveling the sense of impossibility.

Still, I reveled in moments alone, and today I walked aimlessly in the brisk gray day. I paused at the gazebo, breathing in the pungent odor of the loamy earth beyond. A foul smell, it was comforting to me in its familiarity.

Versailles was the logical destination. But by virtue of its familiarity, I did not want to go there. Besides, Simone was often there and I needed solitude. The boardwalk split off, though, in the direction of Quexo. The village was well hidden, and to the unsuspecting eye, the trail simply led into the woods.

Saisons Plantation was at the far end of the boardwalk, but surely I could not go there. Not for solitude. There was never a time when there wasn’t some commotion, even if a ladies tea, proper in form; it was busy.

I turned on Pierpont Street, one street shy of Congaree Street. Congaree, the short street that ran the border of the Dubois property. The street where Pearl’s townhouse stood. Had I not been in such need of solitude, I might have tried Pearl’s door again. It was tempting even so, knowing she’d not grant me admittance. But I was halfway along Pierpont, nearing the Charleston Highway, and the small path to the canal.

The canal had always been my place of refuge. High ground running between pastures on one side and murky water on the other. And beyond the canal, wide open fields and woods.

I hadn’t gone far when I came to ‘The Falls.’ Nothing more than several large stones in the water, but the current swirled and gurgled, and to our childish minds as girls, it was a grand waterfall. The stones made an easy crossing.

Loose in the expanse before me I breathed deep. A cleansing, I felt nearly as though gossamer wings lifted me. Light as air, I made my way across the raw untamed land. There was no path here, no one had existed here before. No one but me.

And yet I did not feel alone. I felt no threat of danger, only a safety and comfort. I breathed deep, a sweet aroma filling my nostrils and lungs. I plucked some Queen Anne’s Lace, it’s pungent spicy scent tickling my nose. On a whim I loosed my hair and wove the flowers into my curls.

I felt dangerous. I felt daring. I felt at peace.

And I did not feel alone.

There was no sense I was being watched. My skin didn’t prickle and my breath didn’t quicken, as though I were being followed. No. I felt wrapped in a safe presence, angelic perhaps, gossamer wings leading me, guiding me.

I came to the edge of the woods, and still I did not turn back. It was early afternoon; I had hours yet of sunlight.

The trees were thick, a carpet of brown and gold at my feet, a canopy of green fronds above,  gray strands of Spanish moss dangling on the cool breeze. Undergrowth was thin, but it tugged on my gray twill skirt. I felt as though I were being led, though by whom or what I didn’t know. I knew only the urging within my soul to press on.

A small ridge, hidden at first, appeared, rising away from the trees. I could see farmland beyond, houses and barns speckling the brown land. The ridge was rocky but smooth, a footpath evident along its way. I turned north and it rose further still. No great height, but sufficient to see above the trees, across the distance I had just come.

I could see all of Saisons from her. Bastille House and Vineyards, withered and choking as they were. I could make out the shapes of homes and buildings of Saisons, and beyond the grand elegant house of Ashley Santee Plantation. The great oak trees that welcomed all to Saison House obscured all beyond, but they rose in greeting as if waving to me from a distance.

The pinnacle of the ridge was a large rock, smoothed by rain and wind. I sat on it and breathed the sweet pine tingled air. My lungs cleared of all maliforous vapors, my senses undulled. My thoughts both spun and calmed.

And still, I was not alone.

I didn’t stir. I didn’t seek who was with me. I didn’t question.

I rested. I basked. I healed.

Chief Winyah’s words had been my constant companion since that day with Simone in the village. I had written them, but they were engraved in my mind.

 

           You have many questions and many dark secrets. But you have much fear also. The fear, it rules over you and steals from you any hope for the future. You have dreams but you have let the fear take them from you.

           You must find your answers to be truly free. You have your questions yet you know where to seek your answers. You know where to find your answers.

           What you seek is where you have left it.

 

The fear dissipated in the presence of my… company. Questions that had roiled through my mind settled, taking obedient form like school children called to attention. My secrets even seemed less heavy, less dark.

And I felt for the first time I could embrace this future Donal now clung to. I felt I could stand by his side not only as his wife, but as his partner and the lady of his house. Lady of my own home.

I rose, my head high, my posture carrying me. The pride I had seen in Tante, not of arrogance but of confidence, now settled over me as… as the gossamer wings.

 

 

 

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

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BLOGWORDS – Tuesday 21 November 2017 – SPECIAL EDITION – NANOWRIMO

SPECIAL EDITION – NANOWRIMO

“I would return again someday, at least I prayed I might. I prayed both that my friends wouldn’t search for me, and that they would. I told them not to come after me; I hoped they would.”

 

Yes, #authordown! A big let-down after feeling so great the past few days. Double let-down after my WC on Saturday and Sunday!

Still, 1261 is a decent WC and it’s better than some days I’ve had recently….

 

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!”

 

 

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

 

 

 

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

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BLOGWORDS – 20 November 2017 – NEW WEEK NEW FACE – GUEST POST – LINDA RODANTE

NEW WEEK NEW FACE – GUEST POST – LINDA RODANTE

 

 

Wow. Robin asked me to write about sex trafficking because I blog and also frequently post about the subject on my fb site. I spent eight years with the Clearwater/Tampa Bay Area Community Campaign Against Human Trafficking. Our group was privileged to hear from victims of trafficking, and city, county, and state law enforcement as well as nationally from other groups like ICE (Immigration and Customs Enforcement).

I say wow because today someone famous actually made a real apology and took the blame for his “sexual misconduct.” I am talking here of Louis C.K. The sexual misconduct mentioned in this article is nowhere near the horror of what sex trafficking is. But it is a start of something that men need to see when they think of sex.

 

In short, sex trafficking is keeping someone against their will for the specific purpose of sexual use. The legal definition can sometimes lose the horrific and explicit meaning. Women, girls and boys are abused and sold for sex by family members, someone they know or abducted by someone they do not know.

 

It is estimated that worldwide sex trafficking brings in around $32 billion, and today most of that is going to cartels and organized crime. Drugs have been and still are the number one money maker when it comes to crime. However, sex trafficking is fast approaching that status. A girl or boy can be sold over and over again, after all, while once a drug is used, it’s gone.

 

During a sting by law enforcement just a week or so ago, an undercover officer was offered an eighteen month old to have sex with. Truthfully. Eighteen months old. What is wrong with us today? Crazy comes up short as an adjective.

 

A woman that I met through the anti-trafficking group in Clearwater was raped by her father starting at age four. He continued to sexually abuse her during the following years and then began to sell her to others. She was told she had to do whatever they wanted or he would beat her. She’d already had numerous beatings and didn’t want others. As she grew, her father demanded that she “earn” her keep by “servicing” other men. It wasn’t until she was sixteen and married a “boyfriend” from high school that she managed to get free. Only years later did she realize just what had been done to her.

 

Many girls brought up with abuse don’t recognize it as such. Even though they know intrinsically that it is wrong and hate it, they think that this is life. My friend’s healing came after she came to know Christ, then heard about sex trafficking and was able to identify that this was what had happened to her. She later received counseling. Today, she openly gives her testimony to private and political groups. She went from victim to survivor to one who helps survivors.

 

Other girls or boys are abducted and gang raped, beaten and drugged until they become compliant. You cannot understand the trauma or fear these children and young adults go through. Some are locked in closets for days with no food or bathroom, some are forced to watch the videos of their own rape, others have their families threatened with death. If someone tries to escape, they are often beaten so severely that they either die or wish they had.

 

Some young, “hot” guys will pretend to be kind, romantic and helpful to a girl they meet at the mall or pick up at a bus station or theater, but their sole aim is to get her off by herself, or get her to go someplace with him. Then he kidnaps her to add her to his “stable” of “ponies”—girls that he sells on a regular basis, sometimes up to thirty times a night.

Most likely, she will never see her friends or family again. The few that have escaped have exposed the horror of trafficking as we know it today.

 

Sex trafficking has all sorts of roots, but the desire for more and more deviant sex as portrayed in pornography has given the last couple of generations of men a desire for something their wives or significant others are not willing to do—so they seek out pimps who sell girls or boys (today’s new slavery) that are coerced into doing whatever the buyers (“johns”) wants.

 

We’ve taken sex out of the box that God designed for it, and in so doing have opened a box of serpents.

 

Pursued, a book dealing with the opioid epidemic sweeping our nation, is due out later this month. Christian romantic suspense.

 

 

Born and raised in Florida, Linda loves the salt water, the sun and the swamp lands. She rescues turtles and injured birds.

She lives with her husband in Tarpon Springs, FL and has two sons. Her mother was a missionary to Israel and Indonesia and had a great influence on her life. She has two sons, a daughter-in-law, and three grandchildren.

Linda has always loved reading–especially mysteries and romantic suspense novels. Years ago, she found authors Agatha Christie and Mary Stewart thrilling, as well as British mysteries and police procedurals. Today, she still reads voraciously while writing her own books. Christian romantic suspense is her favorite.

A number of years ago, Linda began speaking about human trafficking with the Tampa Bay area’s Community Campaign Against Human Trafficking Task Force (now called FREE). That and domestic violence still are subjects close to her heart. Her blog Writing for God, Fighting Human Trafficking can be found at https://lindarodante.wordpress.com/.

 

 

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#Blogwords, New Week New Fact, #NWNF, Guest Post, Linda Rodante, Sex Trafficking, Pandora’s Box

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BLOGWORDS – Thursday 16 November 2017 – CHAT THURSDAY – CHARACTER INTERVIEW – ADRIÉN FONTAINE

CHAT THURSDAY – CHARACTER INTERVIEW – ADRIÉN FONTAINE

“This taste of freedom was divine. Even if I knew it could not last. Fontaine would come for us and he would demand that we return home. He needed us. He needed me.”

 

““Fontaine… He is my father”— I clapped my hand over my mouth but it was too late. Mercedes and Simone had both heard me. And their eyes were pools of horror and confusion.”

 

rem:  Bonjour, Monsieur, bienvenue. It’s lovely to chat with you today.

FONTAINE:  Yes, well, I thank you for asking me.

rem:  Can you tell us about your first wife?

FONTAINE:  stares

rem:  I’m sorry…

FONTAINE:  Non, it is good. She was… always smiling and singing, and shining bright, like a star to me. I never knew her to say a derogatory thing about anyone, not even when…

rem:  It’s okay, Monsieur.

FONTAINE:  Merci. She was brave when it happened, kind even to him—she forgave him.

rem:  She sounds like a remarkable woman. It takes a strong character, and integrity to forgive something so vile.

FONTAINE:  She was truly remarkable.

rem:  I know she died young. Can you tell us about that?

FONTAINE:  pauses

rem:  I know it’s painful. I’m so sorry, Monsieur, for your loss.

FONTAINE:  Oui. It was my sister, she was very ill—mentally. Women’s hysteria they called it.

rem:  I know she was very unstable. They call it bipolar now, manic depressive.

FONTAINE:  She would sit in her room and sing to herself, rocking back and forth like a small child. Then for no reason she would become violent.

rem:  She was treated with laudanum, correct?

FONTAINE:  She was, yes, when she would take it.

rem:  How did she die?

FONTAINE:  I never knew, but I suspected foul play.

rem:  I’m so sorry for your loss, Monsieur.

FONTINE:  Merci, but the loss of my sister was no great loss.

rem:  No, I’m sure it wasn’t. pauses What of Scarlett?

FONTAINE:  She was… closes eyes … most precious to me, a delight. The spitting image of sa mère.

rem:  That must have been painful, to see her grow up, looking so like sa mère.

FONTAINE:  nods

rem:  When you returned from France—

FONTAINE:  I was wrong.

rem:  What happened?

FONTAINE:  Lissette—my sister—had created more trouble and disturbances. I was there to help settle her.

rem:  And Scarlett?

FONTAINE:  I left her. To be safe.

rem:  But she wasn’t safe, Monsieur.

FONTAINE:  I’m not proud of it. paces I didn’t want it to happen.

rem:  She forgave you. Did you know that?

FONTAINE:  Stephen told me.

rem:  And you found peace, n’est-ce pas?

FONTAINE:  I did, oui.

rem:  And Scarlett is happy now.

FONTAINE:  nods

rem:  You look weary, Monsieur.

FONTAINE:  Yes, it’s wearying business. My sister. And Scarlett. My beloved Esther.

rem:  Monsieur, I thank you for visiting with me today. I know it has been difficult.

FONTAINE:  I thank you, Madame. You are most gracious and kind.

 

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“ “Scarlett, Fontaine told me of his… treatment of you. And he was riddled with guilt. We talked much in his last days, he and I.” Stephen turned to look at me then. “And we prayed. Together.”

            “You prayed with him?”

            “I did.” He tucked his finger underneath my chin, lifted my face to his. “And he prayed too. He asked for forgiveness. He asked me to tell you. He wanted to ask your forgiveness.” ”

 

 

 

#Blogwords, Chat Thursday, The Tilting Leaves of Autumn, Seasons Series, Character Interview, Adrién Fontaine

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BLOGWORDS – Monday 13 November 2017 – SPECIAL EDITION – THE TILTING LEAVES OF AUTUMN RELEASE – COVER REVEAL DAY

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SPECIAL EDITION – THE TILTING LEAVES OF AUTUMN RELEASE – COVER REVEAL DAY

 

 

 

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.

 

Scarlett was the shrinking violet in the group. Faithful to her friends, and hiding secrets of her own. When Mercedes steps in to rescue her, she unknowlingly plucks the thread that unravels Scarlett’s whole world.

 

But as Scarlett strives to hold fast to what is familiar the fabric of her life continues to come undone and secrets that are best kept hidden are exposed.

 

 

#Blogwords, Special Edition, The Tilting Leaves of Autumn, Seasons, Cover Reveal Day

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BLOGWORDS – Sunday 12 November 2017 – SPECIAL EDITION – THE TILTING LEAVES OF AUTUMN RELEASE – COVER REVEAL DAY FIVE

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SPECIAL EDITION – THE TILTING LEAVES OF AUTUMN RELEASE – COVER REVEAL DAY FIVE

 

Cover reveal Monay 13 November.

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.

 

Scarlett was the shrinking violet in the group. Faithful to her friends, and hiding secrets of her own. When Mercedes steps in to rescue her, she unknowlingly plucks the thread that unravels Scarlett’s whole world.

 

But as Scarlett strives to hold fast to what is familiar the fabric of her life continues to come undone and secrets that are best kept hidden are exposed.

 

 

#Blogwords, Special Edition, The Tilting Leaves of Autumn, Seasons, Cover Reveal Day Five

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BLOGWORDS – Saturday 11 November 2017 – SPECIAL EDITION – THE TILTING LEAVES OF AUTUMN RELEASE – COVER REVEAL DAY FOUR

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SPECIAL EDITION – THE TILTING LEAVES OF AUTUMN RELEASE – COVER REVEAL DAY FOUR

 

Cover reveal Monay 13 November.

 

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.

 

Scarlett was the shrinking violet in the group. Faithful to her friends, and hiding secrets of her own. When Mercedes steps in to rescue her, she unknowlingly plucks the thread that unravels Scarlett’s whole world.

 

But as Scarlett strives to hold fast to what is familiar the fabric of her life continues to come undone and secrets that are best kept hidden are exposed.

 

 

 

#Blogwords, Special Edition, The Tilting Leaves of Autumn, Seasons, Cover Reveal Day Four

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