This year is also the 100th anniversary of the outbreak of World War I. My hero, Seth, was a witness to the terrible events of that war as an ambulance driver. Sara discovers his letters home in a trunk hidden in the attic of the island house she's renting.
Along with the excerpts, I'll be sharing some photographs that inspired me as I was writing the novel.
Along with the excerpts, I'll be sharing some photographs that inspired me as I was writing the novel.
Today's excerpt:
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They strolled on the beach, hand in hand under the silver light of the moon. Seth headed up from the beach to the tree line and they walked into the dimness. Sara didn’t have to worry about tripping in the dream world or stepping on anything sharp with her bare feet. They stopped in front of the huge live oak tree where the initials S + M were carved in a heart. He reached out to trace it with his index finger.
“She never loved this place,” Seth said. “Even in the beginning, when we were happy. Marcella always saw this place as temporary, and her visions of the future always included buying a house on the mainland. A big house, where she could throw parties. I tried to make her understand this was where my heart was. I think she believed I was just saying that, at first, to try to convince her our humble state wasn’t all bad. But once we had the money and I showed no signs of searching for a more suitable home, she became convinced I was just being stubborn and anti-social. But I couldn’t leave here, not even for her.”
“Some people need to be social. I was never one of them. I never got lonely until—” Sara broke off and blushed.
“Until what?”
“Until you didn’t come back. I missed you. I wondered if you had . . . you know . . . moved on.”
“I can’t.”
“I don’t understand. Why? Is it because of Verdun?”
He wouldn’t look at her. “Partially. Sara, I can’t tell you everything. Not yet.”
“Is it some kind of . . . rule?”
Seth shook his head. “No. Simply my cowardice rearing its ugly head again. I promise I’ll tell you some day. But not now, please. Let me enjoy . . .”
“Enjoy what?”
He met Sara’s eyes, and his own were achingly sad. “Being with you.”
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About the book:
Newly single, unemployed, and with her savings dwindling to an all-time low, Sara thinks things are finally looking up when she lands a job ghostwriting a popular politician’s biography, and rents the affordable island home of her favorite author, Seth Fortner, who mysteriously disappeared in 1925. Strange things begin to happen as objects break, go missing, and terrifying visions appear, making Sara wonder if Seth ever left, or if she is slowly losing her mind.
She gets no answers from his family who closely guards the secret of his disappearance. Through an old trunk of letters Sara discovers in the attic of her seaside cottage, Sara unravels the mystery and becomes caught up in a tale of greed, lost love, and the horrors of WWI. Will she be the one to break the “Fortner Curse” by helping Seth conquer his demons, and heal both of their hearts in the process?
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