Sky Watcher: A Shadow in Time
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Can Charlotte undo what happened almost 200 years ago, or will she be forced to suffer the consequences of meddling with time?
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Sky Watcher: A Shadow in Time
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Can Charlotte undo what happened almost 200 years ago, or will she be forced to suffer the consequences of meddling with time?
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(Took a bit of liberty here: broad = broadcast??)
Tommy had a way of taking the puns and proverbs John Patrick spoke and broadcasting them far and wide. And without much concern for the interest of his audience.
(Took a bit of liberty here: broad = broadcast??)
Tommy had a way of taking the puns and proverbs John Patrick spoke and broadcasting them far and wide. And without much concern for the interest of his audience.
The Sky Watcher Series
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The Sky Watcher Series
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THE WOODSMAN'S ROSE, Donovan Family Saga Book 2: #Historical #WomensFiction with a dash of Celtic mysticism.
- A solemn vow.
- A broken friendship.
- The gift that might heal.
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THE WOODSMAN'S ROSE, Donovan Family Saga Book 2: #Historical #WomensFiction with a dash of Celtic mysticism.
- A solemn vow.
- A broken friendship.
- The gift that might heal.
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"She’d learned not to expect anything from the future. Today was to be gotten through. Yesterday was gone and they’d survived it. Tomorrow was a dream―as far away, as unreachable as the evening star."
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"She’d learned not to expect anything from the future. Today was to be gotten through. Yesterday was gone and they’d survived it. Tomorrow was a dream―as far away, as unreachable as the evening star."
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She stared at herself in her mother’s hand mirror―the Irish lace around her neck, the roses on her breast & shoulders, the puffy sleeves―her mouth dropped open at the sight of such elegance. At the beauty of her own huge green eyes as they sparkled with emotion.
She stared at herself in her mother’s hand mirror―the Irish lace around her neck, the roses on her breast & shoulders, the puffy sleeves―her mouth dropped open at the sight of such elegance. At the beauty of her own huge green eyes as they sparkled with emotion.
“I cain’t… I don’…” Brian had no words to explain the chaos in his mind. “I feel like somebody else’s livin’ in my body. An’ I cain’t even control what they do.”
“I cain’t… I don’…” Brian had no words to explain the chaos in his mind. “I feel like somebody else’s livin’ in my body. An’ I cain’t even control what they do.”
She lay on the bed across from him; the sheet lay lightly across her legs. For months there had been a furrow in her brow as she slept, but it was gone now. She seemed at peace.
*She looks dead—oh, God help me if she’s dead! Don’t let her be dead!*
She lay on the bed across from him; the sheet lay lightly across her legs. For months there had been a furrow in her brow as she slept, but it was gone now. She seemed at peace.
*She looks dead—oh, God help me if she’s dead! Don’t let her be dead!*
But she’d learned not to expect anything from the future. Tomorrow was a dream―as far away, as unreachable as the evening star. Wiping a hand across her cheeks, Jesse stood and straightened her spine, and began to do the things that needed to be done today.
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But she’d learned not to expect anything from the future. Tomorrow was a dream―as far away, as unreachable as the evening star. Wiping a hand across her cheeks, Jesse stood and straightened her spine, and began to do the things that needed to be done today.
Sometimes his patience warred with his heart. How much time would they have together? How much before Annie succumbed to the tortuous headaches she suffered more & more frequently? He watched the stars on their slow journey & offered a prayer to the ancient gods.
Sometimes his patience warred with his heart. How much time would they have together? How much before Annie succumbed to the tortuous headaches she suffered more & more frequently? He watched the stars on their slow journey & offered a prayer to the ancient gods.
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“I’ve always wanted to measure & cut & find things for somebody else.” And Carolyn told the family of the time she’d helped Jake to pick out a wedding present for Adam & Jesse, then added, “I’ve never felt more useful & admired in my life!”
“I’ve always wanted to measure & cut & find things for somebody else.” And Carolyn told the family of the time she’d helped Jake to pick out a wedding present for Adam & Jesse, then added, “I’ve never felt more useful & admired in my life!”
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Brian’s face puckered into a frown. “I’m tryin’ to remember the las’ time I saw ’er. It’s gotta be years ago. Can that be right? She was such a li’l thing then―no bigger’n a whisper.”
Brian’s face puckered into a frown. “I’m tryin’ to remember the las’ time I saw ’er. It’s gotta be years ago. Can that be right? She was such a li’l thing then―no bigger’n a whisper.”
Brushing the wisps of hair away, she stared into the river. Her dress hung upon her in rags. She was thin—so thin the sapling behind her threw a greater shadow.She had no stockings, no shoes, no shawl to protect her against a day that was growing cool. And she had no hope.
Brushing the wisps of hair away, she stared into the river. Her dress hung upon her in rags. She was thin—so thin the sapling behind her threw a greater shadow.She had no stockings, no shoes, no shawl to protect her against a day that was growing cool. And she had no hope.
WHISPERS IN THE CANYON, Donovan Family Saga Book 1: Historical Women's Fiction with romance & a dash of Celtic mysticism.
Damaged almost beyond hope, a young woman is offered safety—by a man she doesn’t know how to trust.
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WHISPERS IN THE CANYON, Donovan Family Saga Book 1: Historical Women's Fiction with romance & a dash of Celtic mysticism.
Damaged almost beyond hope, a young woman is offered safety—by a man she doesn’t know how to trust.
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🧑🧑🧒🧒👵🏻 Familial chaos across generations
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💁🏻♀️💕 Upmarket women's fiction/strong
romcom thread
🇮🇪🪦 Set at an Irish wake
👩🏻❤️👨🏼💕 Forced prox, second-chance love
😵💫🧠 Fresh take on mental health/OCD
🧑🧑🧒🧒👵🏻 Familial chaos across generations
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It became a game between them—Molly would see how quickly she could hide her shoeless feet under her skirts, often waiting until Peter was engrossed in conversation with another. She did not often win the challenge, but it was all the more fun for that.
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It became a game between them—Molly would see how quickly she could hide her shoeless feet under her skirts, often waiting until Peter was engrossed in conversation with another. She did not often win the challenge, but it was all the more fun for that.
“Well?” she challenged.
“I’ve brought news from town.”
“About Russell? I didn’t think it was a neighborly visit.” Her voice, scented with the bluebells of Texas, bit out the words. “Are you going to say what you have to say? Or just sit on that horse all day?”
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“Well?” she challenged.
“I’ve brought news from town.”
“About Russell? I didn’t think it was a neighborly visit.” Her voice, scented with the bluebells of Texas, bit out the words. “Are you going to say what you have to say? Or just sit on that horse all day?”
WITHOUT THE THUNDER, Book 4 of the Donovan Family Saga is available in digital, print & library editions.
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WITHOUT THE THUNDER, Book 4 of the Donovan Family Saga is available in digital, print & library editions.
Read Alicia's story of betrayal and trust.
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