Or at least the brooding music of my dreams, which I believe I have mentioned a few (too many?) times before.
Sergei Rachmaninoff (1873-1943)
Russian piano badass, composer extraordinaire, and brooding man of your dreams.
Highland soldier Callum MacDonell battled lowland
Covenanters at the service of the King. Now charged with
hunting an assassin, his journey would lead not to justice,
but to a murderer’s passionate Covenanter sister, Mari
McEwan.
Betrayed and abandoned by the man she loved, Mari faced judgment by a tribunal of her people demanding she name the father of her unborn child, or be exiled from everything she knows.
Only an enemy soldier could save her life—and her heart.
Betrayed and abandoned by the man she loved, Mari faced judgment by a tribunal of her people demanding she name the father of her unborn child, or be exiled from everything she knows.
Only an enemy soldier could save her life—and her heart.
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Maggie MacLaren longs to leave her home town, even if she must quell her attraction to rugged steelworker Jake O'Neill. When Andrew Adair walks into Maggie's library, he sweeps her into his world of wealth and power, where at last dreams seem possible. However, Andrew's world is not all it appears to be.
High above town, reclusive young widow Allison Kimball arrives at her wealthy family's mountain resort home to find tucked into her carpetbag a love letter. So begins a series of secret epistles and midnight trysts with a man known only by his cryptic signature, "D." Their love story unfolds to reveal a truth that will threaten to tear them apart as their world comes crashing down in the Johnstown Flood of 1889.
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On the eve of revolution a young woman fights for land, liberty, and the man she loves.
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On the eve of revolution a young woman fights for land, liberty, and the man she loves.
A stranger appears on Ana Martin’s Galveston doorstep, summoned by her father before his untimely death. When Ana boards a train bound for her uncle’s vast hacienda, Eduardo is there to see her safely to her new home in the stark desert landscape of northern Mexico.
Eduardo’s passionate ideals set him at odds with the corrupt Mexican government as his writings fuel a revolution and draw Ana closer. But it is Carlos, the dashing rodeo rider and freedom fighter, who touches her soul, setting Ana Martin on a journey that will test her strength and forge her destiny.
Emma Madding walks up to the door of a remote waterfront cliff house in upstate New York, and into the life of recluse Benjamin Stark. A typewriter girl, she is hired to transcribe his weathered journal and the memories his scarred hand can no longer write down. Stark is a rugged adventurer now back from the Klondike Gold Rush, where he found gold and tragedy, too.
With the public hungry for gold rush stories and guidebooks, he agrees to chronicle his adventures. But for Emma and Benjamin, working together draws emotions that neither can allow. Benjamin tries not to love Emma, for the truth of his past will drive her away. Emma longs for love, but she has her own secret. Love conquers, but cannot protect. Forced apart, the two lovers must battle a world fueled by money and power.
Coming Summer 2013
Duncan's Story
J.L.
Jarvis graduated from the University of Illinois and
worked in opera and musical theatre (New York City
Opera, Houston Grand Opera, national tours of Broadway
shows, and summer stock). When she tired of starving,
she attended the University of Houston, where she
obtained a teaching certificate, a law degree, and a
love of research and writing. A year of family law
practice convinced her that she should instead teach
and
write, which she now happily does.
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Me in another life.
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Adelita, illustration by Mexican painter Jesus Heguera.
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PlayPleasure it is to hear iwis, the birdès sing.
The deer in the dale, the sheep in...
Waterhouse - Lamia and the Soldier
“Love in a hut, with water and a crust,
Is—-Love, forgive us!—-cinders, ashes, dust;
Love in a palace is perhaps at last
More grievous torment than a hermit’s fast.”- Keats
