Where The Four Winds Collide

Hey I've done something crazy. I have branched out of my paranormal realm to write a novel that came to me one day when I went on a long drive.  I drove all oner the great state of Georgia.

From the S. Carolina border, down to the Atlanta airport area, then north toward the mountains, I kept driving while listening the heroine, Adeline talk.  By the time I arrived back home almost nine hours later, I had an entire story that I knew had to be written.

Where the Four Winds Collide is about  a woman that runs away from an abusive fiancé to end up in a brothel, a stage coach to the wild west and ultimately ending up married to a rancher after being mistaken for a mail order bride. Adeline Buckley, a young woman in the 1800s that is struggling to find her place and Jackson Pruitt, a man who must learn that although honor is a prized possession, fate can challenge it. Their saga will sweep you into a whirlwind of learning that trust sometimes comes only after you lose it all.

I am hopeful that her story finds a home at a publishing house soon, either way, it will be published because it's too good not to share.

Here is a short exempt.

“Oh,” she said and looked directly into his eyes.  “Well then sir, why am I here then?”

            “This is your home now Adeline,” Jackson told her watching her closely for a reaction. “We were married earlier this afternoon. You are my wife.”

            The color drained from her face and she froze, her spoon halfway to her mouth.  He feared she’d faint again so he jumped and went to her.  The action startled Adeline, she yelped leaning away from him, only to topple over.  Both she and the chair landed on their sides.

            When Jackson tried to help her up, she scrambled to her feet and moved away from his reach. 

            “Married?” The shock in her voice made him wonder if the woman was not mad. Surely she remembered signing the documents before the Judge?

            “Yes Adeline, the judge explained it all to you before you signed the papers back at the hotel.  Do you not remember?”

            “I…” her widened eyes met his and he fought the urge to reach out to reassure her. “I thought it was a dream.”