One mother. Two daughters. One favorite. One not. When Cassie Barclay is presented with an opportunity - or is it a curse - she jumps at the chance. She takes on a new life, her sister's life, and although at first, it holds appeal and promise, she soon realizes sometimes the fairy tale is tainted.Assuming the name of Tessa, Cassie moves into the life that was her sister's, and faces first one realization then another, one disappointment after another. Stepping into Connie's life does not automatically grant her all that Connie had or was.But it does deny all that she had and was as Cassie. As herself.
CLARA BESS wasn't at all prepared for what she unearthed at the bottom of her mother's keepsake box. Not in with legal papers, not in her own baby book, not in the safe even.On the day of her 50th birthday, Clara Bess Caldwell was not with her family basking in the joy of a blissful Christmas Day winding down. She was not enjoying eggnog or coffee by a fireplace, nor was she checking a goose roasting in the oven.Clara Bess was at her mother's house, going through her personal effects, something she had put off for several weeks. Her children, her husband, her siblings, had all urged her to wait another day. To not put herself through this ordeal on Christmas Day."But it was her birthday, too." Clara Bess reminded them.Clara Bess read, with shock and no small degree of confusion, the line on her birth certificate where her mother's name should be. It did not read Lily Isabella Sawyer.Clara Bess rode waves of confusion for several weeks, unsure what to make of the erroneous information. Afraid it could be true, she couldn't bring herself to go to the courthouse, or the hospital, to have it corrected. Little things pinged in her memory, things that pointed to the unbelievable possibility.Clara Bess was adopted.Where, then, were the adoption papers?
Evil words. Words that should never have been spoken. Words that she should not have heard.But she did. And she believed them.Everything changed when Cissy heard those words that day. She was five.What torment is wrought when wicked words are spoken? Can Cissy's ravaged life be redeemed? Or will she wreak havoc on all who love her?Can the lie be undone? Is there a word powerful enough to break the curse and undo the unsavory heritage?
Amidst the clamor of confusion, can she hear the whisper of her memories?The southern town of Saisons lies at the crossroads between North and South, progressive and genteel antebellum life. Between East and West, between history and heritage, and new frontiers. Downton Abbey meets Gone With the Wind.It's 1912, in a world where slavery is dying and women's rights are rising, and four young women who once shared a bond-and experienced a tragedy-question their own truths.Simone Dubois' life was unraveling. All she had known and held dear was gone from her. At ten, all she wanted was to escape beneath the black waters of the Edisto River. She couldn't know her whole life would be stolen from her.When she returns to Saisons sixteen years later, she has no memory of ever having been there. Not even that it was her birthplace. Enlisting the help of her childhood friend, Mercedes-whose name stayed with her, if in shadowy dreams only-Simone encounters misty memories, and stirs up more mystery than she started with.
The southern town of Saisons lies at the crossroads between North and South, progressive and genteel antebellum life. Between East and West, between history and heritage, and new frontiers. Downton Abbey meets Gone With the Wind.It
The southern town of Saisons lies at the crossroads between North and South, progressive and genteel antebellum life. Between East and West, between history and heritage, and new frontiers. Downton Abbey meets Gone With the Wind.It
When all the noise has gone silent, all that is left is her song.The southern town of Saisons lies at the crossroads between North and South, progressive and genteel antebellum life. Between East and West, between history and heritage, and new frontiers. Downton Abbey meets Gone With the Wind.It
