A
Portal in Time
Claire
Fullerton
Genre:
Paranormal/Historical Romance
Publisher:
Vinspire Publishing
Date
of Publication: November 30, 2013
ISBN:0989063224
ASIN:
Number
of pages: 192
Word
Count: 50,000
Cover
Artist: Elaina Lee/For the Muse Designs
Book
Description:
When
we are inexplicably drawn to love and a particular place, is it
coincidence, or have we loved before?
Enigmatic
and spirited Anna Lucera is gifted with an uncanny sixth-sense and is
intrigued by all things mystical. When her green, cat-eyes and long,
black hair capture the attention of a young lawyer named Kevin
Townsend, a romance ensues which leads them to the hauntingly
beautiful region of California's Carmel-By-The-Sea where Anna is
intuitively drawn to the Madiera Hotel. Everything about the hotel
and Carmel-By-The-Sea heightens her senses and speaks to Anna as if
she had been there before.
As
Anna's memory unravels the puzzle, she is drawn into a past that's
eerily familiar and a life she just may have lived before.
Excerpt:
Chapter
Ten
March
18, 1999, West Hollywood, California
“What’s
this all about?” Lucia pulled out a chair across from her sister.
They sat outside on the sidewalk in front of The King’s Head Café
in West Hollywood amidst the hum of traffic and the flow of patrons
looking for available seating on Beverly Boulevard. “You sounded
funny on the phone.”
“I
sounded funny?”
“You
sounded mysterious,” Lucia clarified.
“I
didn’t want to get into it on the phone. I thought I’d wait to
talk to you in person.”
“All
right, I’m listening,” Lucia settled back into her chair and
looked at Anna expectantly.
“You’re
not going to believe this, but Kevin brought up the subject of
marriage the other day.”
“Why
wouldn’t I believe that? It’s perfectly understandable to me,
isn’t it to you?” Lucia laughed. “What did you say when he
brought up the subject?”
“I
skirted the issue, of course,” Anna’s tone suggested Lucia should
know that.
“Wait
a minute, did he just bring up the subject or did he ask you to marry
him?”
“Well,
it seemed to me he was testing the waters, but what he said was, ‘God
help me, I’m married to a witch.’ I’m not sure I was supposed
to hear it, but that’s exactly what he said,” Anna told her.
“Wait
a minute, back up, I’m getting lost. Were you doing something that
made him call you a witch or was he just making a general observation
because he’s had enough time to realize that you are a little
touched in that way?”
“In
what way?” Anna sounded defensive.
“Come
on, Anna, anyone who knows you knows you’re bent towards the
uncanny, and I mean that with nothing but love,” Lucia tried to
suppress a smile. “You’re the same way that Mom was—obviously
these things run in families.”
Anna
felt the immediate tug of her heartstrings at the mention of their
mother, who had died of Leukemia two and a half years earlier. Her
illness had been a harrowing experience to both her and Lucia,
absolutely draining them emotionally for the two years prior to her
death. Her slow decline compounded the loss of their father when they
were only teenagers and now that both parents were gone, Anna and
Lucia only had each other. Anna conjured the memory of their mother’s
face, her tall elegance and demure ways and recalled that she, too,
had an intuitive ability that everyone who knew her remarked upon.
“I
don’t know that I’m anywhere near the way Mom was,” Anna leaned
back. “Do you remember how she always knew what we were up to when
we were little? There was no point in ever trying to fool her about
anything because she always knew the truth.”
“Of
course, you’ve always been a terrible liar. Everything you’re
thinking is always written on your face. You were the one who always
gave us away to Mom, not me,” Lucia reminded.
“That’s
not entirely true,” Anna volleyed, “I remember the time you tried
to sneak out the upstairs window at night and found Mom sitting on
the garden bench under the tree you used because she’d picked up on
what you were thinking practically before you even decided to do it.
She could just tell by looking at you!”
“You’re
right about that,” Lucia nodded. “Mom was something else
altogether, wasn’t she? I’m convinced she was clairvoyant. I
think she knew how to read us both. I really do miss her every day. I
think of her every time I see a sunset, every time I feel the change
of seasons in the air, every time I see the full moon. She made such
an event out of the little things in life, didn’t she?”
“She
definitely did. She placed great importance on ceremonies and
symbolism and things like that,” Anna said. “I see so many things
the same way she did because she taught us how.”
“I
do, too. What she did to the exact spot where Dad got in his car
wreck is a perfect example.”
“Well,
a lot of people do a similar thing. I see markers on the side of the
road all the time. Standing crosses with bouquets of flowers under
them at the scene of a fatal accident. It’s a commemoration of a
particular place where something significant happened.”
“Yes,
but it was so much more to Mom than that,” Lucia reminded Anna.
“That’s why she buried the key where Dad got in the accident. Do
you recall that night? It was only two days after Dad died, but
somehow Mom managed to set aside her grief in order to take care of
business. She woke us up after midnight and told us to get in the car
because we were going to conduct a ceremony. “
About
the Author:
Claire
Fullerton is the author of Paranormal/Historical Romance, “A Portal
in Time.” Her second novel, “Dancing to an Irish Reel,” set in
Connemara, Ireland, will be published in March, 2015. Claire is a
contributor to numerous magazines as well as a multiple contributor
to the “Chicken Soup for the Soul” book series. She is a multiple
award winning essayist, a former major-market radio disc jockey, and
an avid ballet dancer. Claire hails from Memphis, Tennessee, and
currently divides her time between Malibu and Carmel, California with
her husband and two German shepherds!
@cfullerton3
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