Deirdra has spent the last decade captivating audiences of all ages with her novels and fairy tales. Her specialty is paranormal theology that delves into documented historical phenomenon and natural disasters of biblical proportions.
Leah Moyes is from Arizona but experienced many parts of the world in thanks to a career in the airlines. Now most of her time, aside from writing, is spent with her family, reading Historical Fiction novels or studying ancient cultures as a student of Archaeology.
She always believed she was born in the wrong time period, but since she doesn’t have access to a time machine she must write and read intriguing stories of the past.
Isabel Fontaine-Blond, blue-eyed, 18-year-old living a lavish lifestyle in Marseille, France. She is kindhearted, well-educated and the only child of a successful merchant, who against her wishes has betrothed her to a stranger in French-occupied, Algiers, Algeria as a means to unite their industries.
Actress Katheryn Winnick
Francisco Carrasco- A ruggedly handsome, 23-year- old olive rancher on Menorca’s northern coast. Longish brown hair, light brown eyes, and a breathtaking dimple only on one cheek. He is strong and fit from managing the elements of a ranch and fiercely protective of loved ones.
Ben Barnes
Thomas Chastain- Born to French privilege, he dresses in fashionable gentleman attire and carries himself as such. He sports a clean and trimmed mustache and beard. His dark brown hair is sharply cut, his eyes nearly black and he wields a wicked smile. At 26, he is aware of how his good looks affect women, and he takes full advantage of this power whenever possible.
The pair of us ascended the stairs once again, this time with a black-and-white shadow in tow. The puppy’s nails clicked on the steps, and his tail beat at my skirts as he scampered ahead.
“He is going to need a name,” Silas observed.
“You don’t approve of Whip?” I asked.
“I believe in naming things what you hope them to be: stalwart, faithful, brave.” He glanced over his shoulder as he leaned on his cane at the top of the stair. “What do you hope him to be?”
“Valuable and steady.”
“Valiant?”
“Yes.”
“Then let us call him that.” He turned to the dog, who had sprawled untidily next to him on the top step, tongue lolling. “What do you think, Val?”
The dog lifted his head to regard his new master and sniffed the air.
As Silas worked his way past him and on down the corridor, Valiant leapt to his feet and eagerly caught up, almost tripping Silas in his efforts to stay close.
“That’ll do,” Silas ordered the dog, using one of the commands he had been trying to teach the newly recruited shepherds.
Although he had a moment of apparent confusion, the dog responded by calming and giving Silas space to walk. Silas paused, watching the dog as he settled his hindquarters on the floor. “He has been trained. Perhaps his skill is just not proven.”
“Or just young and exuberant,” I pointed out as I approached them.
The dog lifted his head and watched my movements with bright, intelligent eyes.
“Perhaps.”
Snippet #3
“My
stepdaughter once removed―is that what my wife’s stepdaughter would be to me?
Well, she’s a doctor, so she knows what she’s doing. She tried, but she
couldn’t save Viv. They think she had a massive heart attack. I guess I’m not
surprised. She told me all her relatives had heart trouble and died young.”
Pat
was careful to maintain a poker face. Mario Ponti had just told her something
that wasn’t true. Did Vivian tell him that over the course of her marriage to
him, or had he just lied to her about something that didn’t warrant a lie?
Snippet 2
Everett
smirked and folded his arms, settling in for our own battle of wills. “Why are
you sad?”
“Again,
you’ll have to be more—”
“Tonight.”
He rubbed the scruff on his jaw. When I didn’t answer, he reached out and
pulled the ends of his jacket, bringing me closer. “What made you sad tonight?”
“I
don’t know.” It wasn’t a lie. But it wasn’t the truth.
“Yes,
you do.” He nodded in the direction of the dance hall. “Your mom? Marjorie? The
wedding?”
Fighting
to keep the stupid emotions in check, I looked away. Marjorie’s gift of knowing
my thoughts wasn’t as strong as Everett’s, but the little he did have was
enough. It wasn’t fair, the power he held. “You can’t just show up and think
I’m going to vomit everything.”
“Me.”
He sighed. “I made you sad.”
“I
didn’t say that.” It came across silly and stupid, like a pout. He arched an
infuriating eyebrow, looking more like my mother than my—I swallowed the
thought. He wasn’t really mine.
Everett
tucked two fingers under my chin, raising my gaze to meet his and ever so
softly whispered, “I’m home, Scarlett.”