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Monday, October 28, 2019 | By: The Write Way Cafe

Monday Morsel: The Christmas Kiss

...a taste of romance



THE CHRISTMAS KISS
by Augustina Van Hoven

Chapter 1
The Governess

With an effort, she focused on what Mr. Mason was saying. 

“It grieves me, Ms. O’Sullivan, to have to let you go. But I know how attached Mary is to you, and if she is ever to have a bond with her new mother, she cannot have you here acting as a distraction and a barrier. I’m prepared to give you an extra month’s salary as a severance, and a good reference. I’m sure that someone of your talent and abilities will be able to find a suitable position very quickly.” 

Anna swayed from the shock. It was the dead of winter. A suitable position was going to be hard to find. If she had to stay at a hotel or a boardinghouse, her savings and her severance pay would be gone in a few months.

Shock or not, this was her new situation. She’d faced difficult times in the past, when her own mother died and she was forced to find work to support herself. She could make it through this. 

Anna nodded at Mr. Mason. “I understand. I am sorry to be leaving, but I wish your family the best. And I appreciate your…generosity.” The words almost choked her, but it wouldn’t do to make a fuss about her situation and lose the severance he was offering.

Mr. Mason sagged as if relieved to have the conversation over without too much histrionics. Without another word, she fled the library for the little room beside the nursery that had been her home these past five years. She didn’t have much to pack, but her sorrow would add significant weight to her luggage.

****

True to his typical style, Mr. Mason left the next day for New York, saying he would return in one week. He left it to her to break the news to Mary. As Anna had expected, Mary was devastated. She cried for hours and refused to eat. Anna tried to console her, telling her that she was getting a real mother and, possibly in a year or two, a brother or sister. That seemed to help. 

They decided since they were going to be together for only one more week, they would set aside the schoolwork and make it a time of fun. That way, they would both have happy memories to look back on.

Anna wanted to have one of the footmen go to the forest and bring back a Christmas tree so they could decorate it, but Mrs. Burns, the head housekeeper, overruled her. She said Mr. Mason’s new wife would want to decorate the tree in her own taste and might even be bringing some personal ornaments with her. She and Mrs. Burns compromised by having a footmen chop down a very small tree that would fit on the table in Mary’s room. For two days, she and Mary made their own decorations and hung strings of popcorn, ribbons, and ornaments made of paper and cloth on the tree.

The next day they helped Agnes, the cook, in the kitchen, baking cookies and making custard pudding. They played with Mary’s dollhouse, had tea parties in the morning room, and made a formal gown for Mary’s favorite doll. 

When the last day came, the weather was clear and crisp and the snow was thick on the ground: a perfect day to play outside. They built a snowman outside the dining room window and gathered some small pine branches for Mrs. Burns to place around the house. After lunch, they climbed a large hill near the side of the house, one they’d climbed hundreds of times over the winters, dragging a sled and anticipating the thrilling ride down. The hill—smooth, steep, with a three-foot shelf midway down—sent the sled airborne for a few feet before landing back on the hill and finally slowing down as the ground flattened. The sled was a long one made to hold two people. A rope tied to the two handles gave it a minimum amount of steering.

It took them a while to haul the heavy sled up the hill. When they reached the top, they sat on a large rock and rested. 

Mary leaned up against her. “Anna, I don’t want you to leave.”

Anna gave her a hug. “I know, sweetheart. I don’t want to leave either, but your new mother is coming tomorrow and she will take care of you.”

“I want to write to you. I want to be able to tell you things. It won’t be like talking to you, but at least I won’t lose you.” Mary sniffed. 

Anna pulled a handkerchief out of her pocket and handed it to the little girl. She knew full well that Mr. Mason would never allow Mary to write. He wanted Mary and his new wife to become like mother and daughter. He was right. If Anna stayed, Mary would always come to her rather than her stepmom. 

“I’ll tell you what, I promise to answer every letter that you write.”

The wind was picking up, and it was getting colder. They finally prepared to slide downhill. Anna sat in the front so she could hold the rope and steer. Mary sat behind her, clinging to Anna’s coat, with her feet on the sled on either side of Anna’s hips. 

The sledding conditions were perfect. The snow was a four-inch layer of soft powder. The sled picked up speed as they headed down the steep incline. Everything was going well until the runners hit a rock hidden by the snow. The sled lurched hard to the left, and Mary lost her grip, coming off the sled and rolling in the snow before stopping. The loss of her weight made the sled go even faster. Anna was afraid to let go and roll off in case there were more hidden rocks. 

The sled hit the shelf and flew through the air higher and faster than Anna had ever traveled before. She was frightened and clung to the steering rope. 

The air in front of her seemed to shimmer. Her gloves slipped off the rope, and before she realized it, she and the sled parted company. She fell into darkness.

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by Augustina Van Hoven
What happens under the mistletoe…

When a sledding accident catapults governess Annabelle O’Sullivan ninety-four years into the future, she panics. She doesn’t know how to get back to 1925, and she doesn’t know how to survive in the twenty-first century. Annabelle must depend on the kindness of a stranger and his daughter, and she repays that kindness the only way she knows how: by making a home. The longer she stays, the less she wants to leave. But can she trust this stranger with her life?

Since the death of his wife, Daniel Wagner has shut down his heart to everyone except his daughter, Olivia. Other women—including some of his employees at the ski lodge he manages—have angled for his attention. But Daniel found avoidance easy, until he was forced to rescue an unconscious woman lying in a snowdrift by the side of the road. Although the stranger seems to have no past, Daniel soon finds himself thinking about a present—and a future—with her.  

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Tuesday, September 24, 2019 | By: The Write Way Cafe

Tuesday Special: The Christmas Kiss

AUGUSTINA VAN HOVEN


Augustina Van Hoven
What if the love of your life lives in another time?

Annabelle O’Sullivan works as a governess for a wealthy family in 1925.  A sledding accident sends her ninety-four years into the future.  In this frightening time, she must depend on help from a stranger and his daughter.  She realizes that the longer she stays with them the more they are forming a family.  Soon she will not be able to leave them even if she finds a way to go home.

Since the death of his wife, Daniel Wagner has shut down his heart to everyone except his daughter, Olivia.  While other women have tried to catch his attention. It wasn’t until he met the strange woman from the past, that his heart started beating again.  Anna is the answer to questions he didn’t think he’d ever ask.

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Augustina Van Hoven was born in The Netherlands and currently resides in the Pacific Northwest with her husband, two dogs and three cats. She is an avid reader of romance, science fiction and fantasy. When she’s not writing she likes to work in her garden or in the winter months crochet and knit on her knitting machines.

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Monday, September 23, 2019 | By: The Write Way Cafe

Monday Morsel: The Portrait

...a taste of romance


THE PORTRAIT
by Augustina Van Hoven

     Catherine tried to quell her nerves as she pulled into the parking lot of Hamilton House. She had avoided it for every one of the eighteen years since she had fainted in the ballroom. Now that she was older, she didn’t want to see the ghost her grandmother had told her about. But she had to be here; she didn’t have a choice. The mayor wanted to hold her fundraiser here, and Catherine, as event planner, was in charge. She was surprised at how small the house appeared.
     I guess everything looks bigger when you’re ten years old. 
     She grabbed a small bag before getting out of the car. It contained her tablet, her sketchbook, and a measuring tape. She took a deep breath and headed for the front door. A few steps into the house, she was met by Carolyn Shelby, the current caretaker.
     “Good morning, Mrs. Shelby. I’m sure the mayor told you that I was coming over to take some measurements for the charity fundraiser.” She had to look down at the older woman. Mrs. Shelby was barely taller than five feet. “I need to know the exact width and length of the room. I also need to know the size of the lawn and garden area. I know that, historically, the musicians would remain in the ballroom, but I was thinking of having them outside somewhere on the lawn. Given the size of this room and the night temperatures lately, I think a lot of people will be more comfortable outside where there is a possibility of a breeze. This room looks like it could get quite warm with a lot of people dancing in it.” She pulled on the tab to her measuring tape.
     “When Mrs. Hamilton had a larger orchestra for an event, she would put them in a specially designed place in the yard. When you finish measuring in here, I’ll show it to you. It’s basically a niche of grass tucked in among the border trees and bushes. It’s quite clever, really. It keeps the orchestra in plain sight but out of the way of the dancers.” Mrs. Shelby seemed to become friendlier as she talked about the house. She reached out her hand to help with the measuring tape, but Catherine stood staring out the window.
     “Let’s take a look outside before we measure the ballroom. I’d like to see the orchestra niche to make sure it will work, or I’ll have to rethink my plans for the party.”
     “Certainly.” Mrs. Shelby led the way across the room and opened the French doors on the other side.
      Catherine stepped onto the lawn, appreciating the cool air after the heat of the ballroom. Yes, being outside would be much better than staying in. Mrs. Shelby led the way to the orchestra spot. Someone had done an excellent job planning the area. The orchestra area was shaded by three large maple trees, and the musicians could sit with their backs to the setting sun. She pulled out her measuring tape. Mrs. Shelby held out her hand; Catherine gave her the pull tab of the tape and they proceeded to measure the area.
     When they finished, Catherine noted the footage on her tablet. “Can we exmine that clump of bushes with the iron fence? It sort of sticks out like a sore thumb on this manicured lawn.”
     “Yes, it is an odd thing. When David Hamilton donated the house to the community, he did so with the explicit instructions that the iron fence and the bushes it surrounds never be removed. If that happened, it would nullify the donation and the house would revert to the oldest of his direct decedents.”
     Catherine raised an eyebrow. “What? That sounds ridiculous. What’s inside there anyway? Is it hiding a grave or something?”
     “No one knows. In the past a few of the gardeners have opened the gate and wandered inside, but apparently it is just a small open area inside the tall bushes. Everyone who did go inside said it felt odd in there, and no one ever went in twice.”
     “Well, let’s make sure no guests try to slip in there during the party. Maybe I can decorate the iron with something or wire the gate shut.” She made some notes on her tablet. “I’d better get the measurement of the ballroom now.
     Inside once again, Catherine noted the footage on her tablet.
     It was a good thing there was a garden outside with a good lawn that could be used because this room was too small for the event. They repeated the process for the length of the ballroom. Catherine couldn’t help but glance up at the portraits.
     “Do you know when those were painted?” She pointed to the wall.
     Mrs. Shelby beamed. “Yes, all the portraits of the family were done in 1880 with the exception of David’s wife. That one was painted in 1882.”
     “You know, I couldn’t find much about her at the library. She seemed to appear out of nowhere. I thought it was a big thing back then to have a listing of which prominent family a person’s spouse came from.” Catherine wound the measuring tape back into its case.
     “Yes, it was. All the prominent families married within their own class. It was sort of like the English gentry; titled people usually married other titled people and proudly displayed their family trees. You’d think there would be a listing for the family of Catherine Hamilton considering she married the only son and heir of Jacob Hamilton.”
     She walked toward the portraits and pointed to Eloise Hamilton. “You can find a lot about her in the history books. Her family was quite prominent in the Boston area, and I believe she was distantly related to one of the US presidents. Her two daughters married well, and there’s plenty of information about the families they married into.”
     She walked over to the next portrait of the handsome young man. “This is David Hamilton, and he was considered quite a catch in his day.”
     Catherine felt like she’d missed a step on the stairs.
     Mrs. Shelby walked toward the alcove and adjusted the drapes. She gasped.
     Catherine’s heart beat faster when she saw the look of shock on the woman’s face. She took a reluctant step forward and gazed at the portrait. She now saw what she hadn’t seen as a child. There on the wall was her own face staring back at her.


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They had only the ghost of a chance…

The first time Catherine went to the historic Hamilton House, she was looking for whatever haunted it. But what she found was even scarier: a portrait of a woman who looked exactly like her. But Catherine was not going to let a look-alike from another century—or a broken heart in the twenty-first--stop her. She would still put on the fund-raiser of the mayor's dreams so she could realize her goal: a bed-and-breakfast of her own.

David gave it all he had, but couldn't escape what felt like a life-sentence in his family's 19th-century prison. He wanted to go West, build his own business, and find his own wife. But his parents stymied him at every turn, choosing both the woman he would marry and the career he would follow. It wasn't until Catherine popped into his life—and into his arms—that he found hope again.

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Thursday, January 16, 2014 | By: The Write Way Cafe

An Interview with Deborah O'Neill Cordes


Today, The Write Way Café welcomes screenwriter and novelist Deborah O'Neill Cordes.

When did you first have the thought you'd like to write a book? Was that first thought related to writing romance?
The first inklings of my future as a writer came during my high school and college years, while I was studying science and history.  Dragon Dawn mingles my love of those fields with my penchant for time travel fiction.  H. G. Wells's seminal work, The Time Machine, had a big influence on me.  Although Wells's novel did not provide a definitive "happily ever after" necessary for romance, it did give me pause to wonder what would happen next to his time traveling hero.  Would he travel back to the distant future, rescue Weena, and find happiness with her?  I've always hoped so.  Dragon Dawn's romantic tale also follows a different path.  The romances between my heroine, Dawn Stroganoff, and her dashing commander, Gus Granberg, and two of my secondary characters, Lex and Tasha, end with great poignancy and the potential for a grand HEA, which - I promise! - will be fulfilled in the sequel, "Dawn of Time."  

You have two different time-travel series coming out.  What was your path to getting these books written and published? What type of research did you do?
I actually have three series coming out: my own Dragon Dawn dinosaurian sci-fi time travel series, and two Morgan O'Neill series, which I co-author with Cary Morgan Frates. They are a new Elizabethan time travel trilogy, to be published by Entangled, and a medieval Italian time travel series (publication details coming soon).  My writing and publishing paths have been hard fought and long in coming.  I wrote for over fifteen years before publication, spending about half that time writing screenplays, some of which were optioned.  In 2012, the first book in the Morgan O'Neill Roman time travel series, Love, Eternally, was published, with the rest of the trilogy following soon afterward.  As for research, I love doing the deep research for all of my novels.  In addition to a bachelor's degree in zoology, I have a master's in history with thesis from Northern Arizona University in Flagstaff, Arizona, which helped hone my research skills.  Many thanks to my teachers and professors from Flagstaff for providing me with an excellent education!

Where did the idea for your stories come from?
Dragon Dawn started percolating in my mind in the early 1980s, after the discovery of the K/T Event, which occurred 66 million years ago when a large asteroid or comet stuck the globe, causing the extinction of the non-avian dinosaurs (and around eighty percent of other Earth species).  I started to wonder what would have happened if that disaster hadn't occurred and dinosaurs had lived on.  What if one species had evolved to sentience and developed a technological civilization?  I thought it would be great fun to create an alternate universe where that had occurred, and also to find a way for a human female astronaut from our universe to "awaken" in a dinosaurian body and attempt to alter the path of history and restore the universe to its rightful course.

Are your main characters completely imaginary or do they have some basis in real people? Do they reflect aspects of yourself?
My heroine and hero in Dragon Dawn are imaginary, although I've given them surnames that are actual names in my family heritage: Stroganoff and Granberg.  Perhaps Dawn is a bit like me in that she loves learning about the past.  I also have Dawn growing up in Flagstaff.  It's a small love note to one of my home towns (the other being Staten Island, NY, where I was born).

Tell us about your writing space and how or why it works for you.
Most days, I have a messy desk, filled with piles of research and sticky notes.  Once a novel is finished, I clean off my desk, file things away, and get ready for the next book.  My dear hubster, who is an eldest child (I am, too) and therefore quite organized and neat, compliments me at this stage and braces himself for the forthcoming piles.  Needless to say, I am not as anal-retentive as my hubster!  I do forgive him, though, because he's a great cook.  Of course, I would be quite thin if he didn't feed me so well.  LOL

What are some of your favorite books and why?
I love gripping historicals, like Shogun by James Clavell, wonderful time travel novels, like Stephen King's 11/22/63, and any romance with an epic sweep, involving multiple characters and settings.

What are you working on now?
I'm working on the sequel to Dragon Dawn, titled Dawn of Time.  I'm also working with Cary on the prequel and sequel to our Elizabethan time travel novel, The Thornless Rose.

Would you like to try your hand at writing a different genre?  Which one and why?
I have a historical epic about medieval Russia, which is not a time travel.  It is in need of editing, and I am determined to get that baby ready for publication some time in the next few years.  As for a new and different genre, I haven't given it much thought; I've got enough on my plate for the immediate future.  Gulp!

If you were not a writer, what would your dream job be?
I'd be an archeologist.  One great thing about being a novelist is that I can vicariously experience having different occupations through my characters' lives.  In Dragon Dawn, my heroine is the first archeologist/astronaut on Mars.

What aspect of writing gives you the most trouble?
Starting the next book.  The first moment, when the blank page stares back at me, is always a killer.  Sometimes it takes weeks to get over the feeling I'll never be able to write again.




About Deborah:  Deborah O’Neill Cordes is a screenwriter and novelist of historical and speculative fiction. She is the author of the sci-fi time travel novel, Dragon Dawn, Book One of the Dinosaurian Time Travel Series. She is also the co-author of the Morgan O’Neill time travel novels, which she writes with Cary Morgan Frates. Three of Deborah’s works have been optioned by Hollywood, while many others are award winners, garnering finalist placements in the Pacific Northwest Writers’ Conference Literary Contest, semi-finalist wins in the William Faulkner – William Wisdom Creative Writing Competition, and the Metro Goldwyn Mayer Finalist award in the Seattle International Film Festival’s Perfect Pitch Forum. She resides in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and two West Highland White Terriers, who, alas, are precocious terriers and therefore never white.

Please visit Deborah at:  http://deborahoneillcordes.com/

Dragon Dawn
Time snakes between alternate universes.  Ever watchful, an alien intelligence survives on Mars, waiting to be found by spacefarers from Earth.  The alien’s ultimate goal is to send human astronauts back in time, where they will alter the past and thwart the extinction of the dinosaurs.  A race of intelligent dinosaurs, resembling the alien’s extinct species, subsequently evolves to rule the world.  But a human female astronaut, through a strange twist of fate, survives the change in the space-time continuum.  After finding herself in a dinosaurian body, she must race against time – and the formidable alien – to restore the universe to its rightful course. Book One of the Dinosaurian Time Travel Series.

Dragon Dawn is available on Amazon.