Hemlock Veils
Release Date: 11/25/14
Swoon Romance
Summary from Goodreads:
When Elizabeth Ashton escapes her damaging city life and finds herself in the remote town of Hemlock Veils, Oregon, she is smitten by its quaint mystery; but the surrounding forest holds an enchantment she didn’t think existed, and worse, a most terrifying monster. The town claims it vicious and evil, but Elizabeth suspects something is amiss. Even with its enormous, hairy frame, gruesome claws, and knifelike teeth, the monster’s eyes speak to her: wolf-like and ringed with gold, yet holding an awareness that can only be human. That’s when Elizabeth knows she is the only one who can see the struggling soul trapped inside, the soul to which she is moved.
Secretly, Elizabeth befriends the beast at night, discovering there’s more to his story and that the rising of the sun transforms him into a human more complex than his beastly self. Elizabeth eventually learns that his curse is unlike any other and that a single murderous act is all that stands between him and his freedom. Though love is not enough to break his curse, it may be the only means by which the unimaginable can be done: sacrifice a beauty for the beast.
Secretly, Elizabeth befriends the beast at night, discovering there’s more to his story and that the rising of the sun transforms him into a human more complex than his beastly self. Elizabeth eventually learns that his curse is unlike any other and that a single murderous act is all that stands between him and his freedom. Though love is not enough to break his curse, it may be the only means by which the unimaginable can be done: sacrifice a beauty for the beast.
About the Author
Though Jennie Davenport was raised throughout the Midwest, she now lives in the little desert mining town of Bagdad, Arizona, where six guys beg for her constant attention: a husband, three young, blond sons, a German shepherd with a name much mightier than his disposition (Zeus), and a black cat named Mouse. When she isn’t trying to run her home with as little casualties as possible, Jennie loves snuggling with her family, laughing with her friends, delving into brilliant entertainment of any vein, and playing outside. Despite the way being a writer is in her blood, and the wheels of her writerly mind are constantly turning, Jennie likes to think that in another life, she would have been a Broadway star. Or an American Idol finalist.
Jennie lives for the fall, and not just because of her adoration for the NFL (Go Broncos!). In her perfect world, she would have the springs, summers, and falls of Colorado, and the winters of Arizona—someplace where the climate and weather would allow her to go on a trail run all year round. But even though she prefers the pines and mountains, she is a devoted fan of all nature, from sandy beaches to woodsy cabins, and all are her greatest inspiration. She believes nature is one of the best healing remedies, with a magic all its own.
Jennie’s passion for writing is the way she survives, and is as vital to her sanity as oxygen, caffeine, food, and music. Even before she began writing it, well-told, original, and character-driven romance was always her weak spot. Add the paranormal or magical realism element and she may never make it back to reality.
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Jennie’s passion for writing is the way she survives, and is as vital to her sanity as oxygen, caffeine, food, and music. Even before she began writing it, well-told, original, and character-driven romance was always her weak spot. Add the paranormal or magical realism element and she may never make it back to reality.
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Every
trace of Willem’s blood had been scrubbed away days before, but
Elizabeth Ashton’s hands would never be clean. It caked the space
beneath her otherwise spotless fingernails, embedded there for life.
She
drove northwest on Oregon’s U.S. Route 26, the cone of her only
functional headlight attempting to cut through a fog so dense it had
the ominous appearance of a living, breathing being. It had hovered
from the moment she passed through Warm Springs twenty-eight miles
ago, like a protective shield that settled over the Indian
Reservation.
Cash
fattened the worn corners of the manila envelope on the passenger
seat. It screamed for her attention, but she didn’t look. She
wouldn’t be able to see it in the dark anyway. It taunted her as
bluntly as the murderous smile of her brother’s killer. It belonged
in the hands of its rightful owner, not on the hardened vinyl seats
of her Saab.
At
that moment, the fog lifted like an unveiling curtain, and rain
pelted the windshield with a livid fury, the almost-midnight sky
heaving its early April wrath. With a rigid hand, she turned on the
wipers, setting rubber shrieking against glass. She slowed the car
when her single headlight illuminated the wooden sign announcing Mt.
Hood National Forest, which meant Warm Springs Reservation was behind
her.
A
certain peace settled through her at the sign’s passing, despite
the highway that appeared as a flowing river. It was the presence of
her father, the way this wilderness she’d never seen embodied the
man she missed more than anyone, even her only brother, Willem. Her
father’s soul had never left this place he used to gush about, his
heart always belonging with the firs and cedars of Salmon-Huckleberry
Wilderness. Willem had been too young, and later too distant, to
remember most of their father’s tales, but Stephen Ashton had
spoken of these forests with lifted brows and animation in his eyes.
She
chose this place as a sanctuary for that reason—this wilderness she
had seen only in her imagination. Though she wasn’t free of her
conscience, or the money beside her, she was painfully free of ties,
free of weighted responsibilities for the first time she could
remember. And now she would see the places that had once meant
everything to her father, the places he used to swear he would take
her and Willem to one day, when he got healthy again.
Only,
he never got healthy again.
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