In these final hot days of summer, this is a good time to get in those books we've been wanting to read, but haven't found the time. August was always one of my favorite months to spend time at the library with those books I read for enjoyment before having to again hit the school books.
Today's guest in My Writing Corner presents us with what sounds like one of those pleasurable types of books. Author Colleen Donnelly has been my guest previously, but I always enjoy finding new or different books from authors I enjoy.
To re-introduce Colleen, she was born and raised in the Midwest and pursued a career in the science field. Her work allowed her to explore the US, but she was also a big fan of literature. As a reader and writer, she enjoys tales that involve a moral dilemma or a choice. Like so many writers she is always on the lookout for the next great story to tell.
Today she brings us her book Mine to Tell, her first book that has become favorite among her readers. Mine to Tell is categorized as Historical Romance though it might be better described as a love story buried within a mystery.
What heroine Annabelle Crouse doesn’t know when she sets out to prove false the accusations that her great-grandmother was an immoral woman, is if what she finds will in the end condemn both of them, or set them free. Let's get a blurb:Annabelle Crouse is determined to reopen her great-grandmother’s boarded up house—and her shunned life. Many years earlier, after an unexplained absence, Julianne was relegated to a separate home by a rigidly unforgiving husband, and the Crouse women have suffered the disgrace of her assumed guilt ever since. Despite her family’s strong disapproval, Annabelle is driven to pursue her mission through cobwebs and dust, finding the clues and the coded story left behind by her great-grandmother—Why did she go? And why did she return? Annabelle has to know.
“Mine to tell,” Kyle said suddenly. It was a jolt. I was yanked from my mental tumble into a pit of unredemption. Alex looked up too, a quizzical expression on his face. “Julianne left a story behind,” Kyle continued. “Some of it speculation and rumors by people who don’t know, and the rest of it by her own hand. It was a love story. One that was countered with suffering.”
We were all quiet. I looked at him, my heart melting as I heard his masculine voice speak of love and suffering. I wanted to lean across the table and hug him, but I was too afraid.
Alex leaned back in his chair. “What my father went through didn’t feel like love when we were little.”
“But maybe it was,” Kyle persisted, his tone smooth and even. “Does love always turn out the way we want it to?” Then he looked at me. “Julianne Crouse was a fine woman. We haven’t finished her story, but she suffered, and she was fine indeed.”
Tears came to my eyes. “Thank you,” I squeaked. Kyle stood and walked around the table to me. He helped me stand as he thanked them for their time. He retrieved Julianne’s picture, took my hand, and together we went to the door, Alex and his wife following us.
“I hope you’re right,” Alex said, running his hand through his thin, brittle hair as we stepped outside. “My father had some things to come to terms with, but he was a good man. A better man later in life, when he told us he was sorry. I never knew for what.”
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