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BLOGWORDS – Monday 21 August 2017 – SPECIAL EDITION – THE LONG SHADOWS OF SUMMER RELEASE – COVER REVEAL FINAL COVER

SPECIAL EDITION – THE LONG SHADOWS OF SUMMER RELEASE – COVER REVEAL FINAL COVER

 

Available on Amazon 31 August

 

Isn’t she beautiful!!!

 

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.

 

Mercedes has always been an avid reader and devours each new Sherlock Holmes mystery as soon as she gets her hands on them. When one of her friends comes to her, Mercedes vows to keep Simone’s secrets and uncover the truth.

 

But as Mercedes plays detective to her friends’ questions, she discovers something far more shocking—she herself is not who she thought she was.

 

 

 

#Blogwords, Special Edition, The Long Shadows of Summer, Seasons, Cover Reveal, Final Cover

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BLOGWORDS – Sunday 20 August 2017 – SPECIAL EDITION – THE LONG SHADOWS OF SUMMER RELEASE – COVER REVEAL DAY FOUR

SPECIAL EDITION – THE LONG SHADOWS OF SUMMER RELEASE – COVER REVEAL DAY FOUR

 Cover reveal Monday 21August.

 

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.

 

Mercedes has always been an avid reader and devours each new Sherlock Holmes mystery as soon as she gets her hands on them. When one of her friends comes to her, Mercedes vows to keep Simone’s secrets and uncover the truth.

 

But as Mercedes plays detective to her friends’ questions, she discovers something far more shocking—she herself is not who she thought she was.

 

 

 

#Blogwords, Special Edition, The Long Shadows of Summer, Seasons, Cover Reveal Day Four

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BLOGWORDS – Saturday 19 August 2017 – CHAT THURSDAY – AUTHOR INTERVIEW – VIVIENNE HAMPTON

CHAT THURSDAY – AUTHOR INTERVIEW – VIVIENNE HAMPTON

“Vivi had draped herself across the chaise longue, her lacy coverlet laid loosely about her. I wondered had Edna had done this before she left. I stirred and tried to sit, but found myself quite weak, my head yet swimming. I had rustled the covers, though, and the whispered sound apparently woke Vivienne for she sat up just then.”

 

“Vivienne was nothing but kind and gracious, and served me quite flawlessly. Grier made biscuits, especially for me, Vivi told me. There was ham and scrambled eggs and fresh peaches and cream. There was fresh churned butter and honey from the beehive for the biscuits. And glorious coffee.”

 

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

VIVIENNE:  Bonjour, Robin. I believe it totally fitting for you to address me by my given name. You did give it to me, after all.

rem:  You grew up on Saisons Plantation. Tell us what that was like.

VIVIENNE:  Oh my goodness. I was born the year after the war started. My first memory is Papá announcing freedom to all the Negroes. He gathered us all under the great oak tree—the one with the swing now—and told them that any who wished were free to go.

rem:  What a poignant moment.

VIVIENNE:  Oh, it was indeed.

rem:  What a tremendous thing your father did. I’m sure they were grateful for their freedom.

VIVIENNE:  smiles They were, Robin. But none of them left Saisons. They all stayed with us and were paid servants instead.

rem:  I recall how benevolent your papá was.

VIVIENNE:  He was kind to all.

rem:  You and your husband run the plantation now, correct?

VIVIENNE:  Henry has a passion for the tea and rice.

rem:  You have a special blend of tea. How did that come about?

VIVIENNE:  laughs When Eti and Gérard and I were small, we were playing at making tea, using pecans.

rem:  How inventive you were.

VIVIENNE:  We were small. We used what we could. laughs We also made pies from mud.

rem:  Who’s idea was it to use pecans?

VIVIENNE:  sighs Eti’s. She always was most inventive.

rem:  I understand you and she were close.

VIVIENNE:  nods

rem:  Can you tell me about her.

VIVIENNE:  hesitates, takes deep breath She was a ray of sunshine, a bundle of joy. No one didn’t love her.

rem:  You had the same birthday didn’t you?

VIVIENNE:  smiles Yes. She arrived the day I turned three. Just months before the war ended.

rem:  She followed after you wherever you went.

VIVIENNE:  And mimicked everything I ever did.

rem:  Was that annoying to you?

VIVIENNE:  Mercy, no. I delighted in it.

rem:  pause She died a very tragic death. Can you tell us what happened?

VIVIENNE:  She was pushed. We all knew it. She was in her wheelchair, and fell from the balcony outside her rooms. She couldn’t even stand—she was yet recovering from another fall.

rem:  Also not an accident, correct?

VIVIENNE:  Suzi was so tiny but she saw… She didn’t know who it was, and couldn’t describe very well.

rem:  You knew who it was though, didn’t you?

VIVIENNE:  Yes. We all knew. It was Lissette Fontaine.

rem:  Vivienne, I’m so sorry.

VIVIENNE:  Thank you. Please forgive my temper. After all this time… I forgave the woman, but it still pains me.

PAUSE

rem:  You raised her girls, didn’t you?

VIVIENNE:  loud sigh Yes, I did. They were a delight.

rem:  Where was their papá, Monsieur Rowan?

VIVIENNE:  closes eyes She seduced him. And then ran off—and took our dear Simone.

rem:  Dear Vivienne, you have suffered great loss.

VIVIENNE:  We all did. Violet stopped talking, Suzi became most belligerent. They both had nightmares. pauses We adjusted, though. They are now delightful young women.

rem:  A change for you, I’m sure, after raising three boys.

VIVIENNE:  laughs Most certainly different.

rem:  Vivienne, I thank you for chatting with me today. My condolences on your losses.

VIVIENNE:  I thank you, Robin. And it has been my pleasure.

 

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The pursed expression on Eléanore’s face was most entertaining. Clearly she viewed Violet’s mute tongue as a deficiency, and her ability to communicate using her hands as some sort of sacrilege.

            Violet looked to Vivienne, who signed back to her that all was well, and to dismiss the vieille vache. The old cow.

            Vivienne smiled quite demurely, laughing most gaily with her amber eyes. Violet smiled large and satisfied.”

 

 

 

#Blogwords, Chat Thursday, The Long Shadows of Summer, Seasons Series, Character Interview, Vivienne Hampton, Lissette Fontaine

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BLOGWORDS – Saturday 19 August 2017 – SPECIAL EDITION – THE LONG SHADOWS OF SUMMER RELEASE – COVER REVEAL DAY THREE

SPECIAL EDITION – THE LONG SHADOWS OF SUMMER RELEASE – COVER REVEAL DAY THREE

Cover reveal Monday 21 August.

 

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.

 

Mercedes has always been an avid reader and devours each new Sherlock Holmes mystery as soon as she gets her hands on them. When one of her friends comes to her, Mercedes vows to keep Simone’s secrets and uncover the truth.

 

But as Mercedes plays detective to her friends’ questions, she discovers something far more shocking—she herself is not who she thought she was.

 

 

 

#Blogwords, Special Edition, The Long Shadows of Summer, Seasons, Cover Reveal Day Three

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BLOGWORDS – Thursday 18 August 2017 – SPECIAL EDITION – THE LONG SHADOWS OF SUMMER RELEASE – COVER REVEAL DAY TWO

SPECIAL EDITION – THE LONG SHADOWS OF SUMMER RELEASE – COVER REVEAL DAY TWO

Cover reveal Monday 21 August.

 

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.

 

Mercedes has always been an avid reader and devours each new Sherlock Holmes mystery as soon as she gets her hands on them. When one of her friends comes to her, Mercedes vows to keep Simone’s secrets and uncover the truth.

 

But as Mercedes plays detective to her friends’ questions, she discovers something far more shocking—she herself is not who she thought she was.

 

 

#Blogwords, Special Edition, The Long Shadows of Summer, Seasons, Cover Reveal Day Two

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BLOGWORDS – Thursday 17 August 2017 – SPECIAL EDITION – THE LONG SHADOWS OF SUMMER RELEASE – COVER REVEAL DAY ONE

SPECIAL EDITION – THE LONG SHADOWS OF SUMMER RELEASE – COVER REVEAL DAY ONE

 

Cover reveal Thursday 24 August.

 

 

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.

 

Mercedes has always been an avid reader and devours each new Sherlock Holmes mystery as soon as she gets her hands on them. When one of her friends comes to her, Mercedes vows to keep Simone’s secrets and uncover the truth.

 

But as Mercedes plays detective to her friends’ questions, she discovers something far more shocking—she herself is not who she thought she was.

 

 

 

#Blogwords, Special Edition, The Long Shadows of Summer, Seasons, Cover Reveal Day One

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BLOGWORDS – Wednesday  16 August 2017 – SPECIAL EDITION – THE LONG SHADOWS OF SUMMER RELEASE

SPECIAL EDITION – THE LONG SHADOWS OF SUMMER RELEASE

 Cover reveal 24 August!

 

Bastille House was a pretentious bastion of wealth that no longer was there. It was no secret that Monsieur Adrièn spent money lavishly and foolishly, gambling away what he had once had. He had enlarged the house to ridiculous proportions, adding rooms and wings that would never be used.

For all his spending, he did not improve the operation of his father’s legacy; Bastille House had produced some of the finest black Spanish grapes in the southeast. I knew it was a lucrative industry even as prohibition swirled around us. I knew, too, that Monsieur Adrièn exported much of his inventory to Nimes in France. And I realized with startling clarity that was where the letter from Madame Adélaide had come from.

 

I now approached the house with no small degree of trepidation. I had had little to do with Monsieur Fontaine, dealing with house staff only on the rare occasion I was even there.

Under pretense of delivering cane syrup for a recipe, I knocked on the servant’s door. I hoped both that someone would hear me, so soft was my tapping, and that no one would hear; I feared Monsieur Fontaine’s reaction should he see me.

The chance of seeing the man in the servant’s level of the house was practically zero but that did nothing to ease the anxiety coursing through me. Anxiety that was very much like the icy chills I had come to recognize.

It did not, however, outweigh my concern for Scarlett. An agitation had stirred in me since her visit. After three days, with the feeling growing and not ebbing, I had to speak to her. I had to know she was well.

Tierney wiped flour from her hands as she opened the door.

Bonjour, Madame Renaldi.” She waved her hand indicating I should enter, and closed and locked the door. “What can I do for you?”

The poor woman was so rigid and tense I feared she might snap like a twig. Her face, though young, no more than thirty, was etched with wrinkles, her skin sallow. Already she wore gray streamers in her dark hair.

“I brought you some syrup.” Her face lit up at the gesture. Our cane syrup was a favorite, and a treat belowstairs at Bastille House.

“But this is not why you have come, it is Madame?” Tierney was as perceptive as her accent was thick.

“No, I’m afraid it is not.” I glanced about and she indicated a chair at the table.

“You are looking for your friend, n’est-ce pas?”

I set the small crockery on the table and she laid her hand over mine, bony and raw as an old woman. Her eyes watered but produced no tears.

“She is… how you say, récupérer.”

Recovering. Scarlett was recovering.

“How bad?” I was not shocked at Tierney’s report; it was nothing new.

Her silence was answer enough.

“Take me to her.” I rose but Tierney shook her head.

“She is in bedchamber of Monsieur.”

This news caused me great concern. Either she was so badly injured she required the care and attention of Docteur Petit, or Monsieur Fontaine was using her for his pleasure again. Probably both.

“She is… no conscious.”

It was worse than I feared. I knew I had to leave. I could not be seen. Monsieur Fontaine would not hesitate to beat me as well, for trespassing.

S’il vous plaît, let her know I came to speak to her.” Now I laid my hand on hers, and squeezed, conveying my grasp of the risk I was asking Tierney to take on my behalf.

Oui, Madame.” Her dark eyes darted around the dank space, fear searching for the face of evil. He did not present himself. “Merci pour le sirop.”

De rien.” I ducked as I exited the doorway, and Tierney closed it with a quiet click.

 

 

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.

 

Mercedes has always been an avid reader and devours each new Sherlock Holmes mystery as soon as she gets her hands on them. When one of her friends comes to her, Mercedes vows to keep Simone’s secrets and uncover the truth.

 

But as Mercedes plays detective to her friends’ questions, she discovers something far more shocking—she herself is not who she thought she was.

 

 

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