In just a few hours, I head north to Alaska with my three sisters. The four of us have talked about this journey for months, and finally, we're packed, ready, and super excited. The weather forecast is for rain every day and temps in the 40s. For this desert gal, that's a bit chilly--and wet. BUT we're equipped with hooded coats and sweaters, so we'll be fine.
The purpose of our trip is to get to know each other better as adults. We've lived in different parts of the country, and though we've visited each other at funerals and weddings, we've not spent quality time together since we were kids. This is a reunion of the heart.
Before I say goodbye, I've something to share.
Earlier this year, the eight women writers in Story Empire embarked on a journey together. We decided to write a series in which each novella included three common threads: (1) the small fictional town of Harbor Pointe in northern California, (2) its prominent lighthouse, and (3) one or more members of the Hawthorne family. We chose our genre and the timeframe. As a consequence, each story is unique and a standalone.
The first book of the series, The Price of Atonement by Mae Clair, takes place in the 1880s. It will be released on September 26th, and it is available for presale now.
My book, The Gift, is the second in the series, and it staggers the 1940s and 50s. It, too, is available for preorder and will be released on October 17th.
In an innocent 1958 American suburb, Shelly doesn’t know the power of a kiss. Or how it will change her entire life.
At sixteen years old, she falls in love with a young man. One night—just one night—they go too far. Months later, pregnant and shamed, Shelly’s parents banish her. Alone and heavily pregnant, circumstances force Shelly to cross the country in an old pickup. A mistaken turn leaves her lost in a forest amidst a severe snow storm and in labor.
In the dark of night. Shelly must get help for her new-born baby before they both perish. A light in the distance gives her the slimmest glimmer of hope. After Shelly wraps the infant in her father’s old jacket, she trudges through the snow to a lighthouse keeper’s cottage. Snow half buries the squat stone building.
Will Shelly find shelter, or is it the beginning of the end?