In the spring of 1739, Gabriella Deza stands poised on the verge of womanhood. A product of her guarded upbringing, she is naive in the ways of love until dashing Manuel Enriques declares his love for her. Quite by accident, Gabriella uncovers a plot hatched by British spy whose job is to capture the town and fort, Castillo de San Marcos. Armed with her information, Manuel embarks on a dangerous mission to entrap the spy and save the town from being overthrown by the British. Unfortunately, Gabriella herself is caught in the trap and kidnapped. Can Manuel find and save her before it is too late?
January 19, 2012Format: Paperback|Verified PurchaseINDIAN SUMMER It is 1739 in pre-revolutionary America. Gabriella Deza is only fifteen years old but is about to be swept in to the world of romance and intrigue. It covers all the societal norms of the times and the political climate including spies and espionage. Indian summer is a whirl wind ride and adventure at every page turn. Gabriella is caught between two men at the turning point of American history. All this is brought together by Dellani Oakes, a consummate author of romance, sci fi , and crime fiction. This is Ms. Oakes first shot at historical romance, but this reader is convinced that she has found a niche in the genre. I look forward to future stories like Indian Summer. I give this five flamenco dances.
In Spanish Florida, Gabriella and Manuel have been enjoying happiness again since the troubles with the British and looking forward to celebrating Gabriella’s birthday, when once again there is the threat of war. A big party is planned and Manuel and Gabriella’s friend Sailfish of the River People is travelling back for it. On his way Sailfish unexpectedly meets a beautiful but annoying girl. Reluctant to leave Meli to face possible danger alone he decides to accompany her.
Sailfish has secretly been in love with Gabriella for some time and desperately tries to hide it. The last thing he would do would be to hurt his blood brother Manuel. Can Sailfish find his own happiness with Meli? Will the English attack the town and fort?
There is much to enjoy in this story. Although a follow on to Indian Summer this is good as a stand alone. An excellent historical romance easily worth five stars
January 19, 2012Format: Paperback|Verified PurchaseINDIAN SUMMER It is 1739 in pre-revolutionary America. Gabriella Deza is only fifteen years old but is about to be swept in to the world of romance and intrigue. It covers all the societal norms of the times and the political climate including spies and espionage. Indian summer is a whirl wind ride and adventure at every page turn. Gabriella is caught between two men at the turning point of American history. All this is brought together by Dellani Oakes, a consummate author of romance, sci fi , and crime fiction. This is Ms. Oakes first shot at historical romance, but this reader is convinced that she has found a niche in the genre. I look forward to future stories like Indian Summer. I give this five flamenco dances.
In Spanish Florida, Gabriella and Manuel have been enjoying happiness again since the troubles with the British and looking forward to celebrating Gabriella’s birthday, when once again there is the threat of war. A big party is planned and Manuel and Gabriella’s friend Sailfish of the River People is travelling back for it. On his way Sailfish unexpectedly meets a beautiful but annoying girl. Reluctant to leave Meli to face possible danger alone he decides to accompany her.
Sailfish has secretly been in love with Gabriella for some time and desperately tries to hide it. The last thing he would do would be to hurt his blood brother Manuel. Can Sailfish find his own happiness with Meli? Will the English attack the town and fort?
There is much to enjoy in this story. Although a follow on to Indian Summer this is good as a stand alone. An excellent historical romance easily worth five stars
January 19, 2012Format: Paperback|Verified PurchaseINDIAN SUMMER It is 1739 in pre-revolutionary America. Gabriella Deza is only fifteen years old but is about to be swept in to the world of romance and intrigue. It covers all the societal norms of the times and the political climate including spies and espionage. Indian summer is a whirl wind ride and adventure at every page turn. Gabriella is caught between two men at the turning point of American history. All this is brought together by Dellani Oakes, a consummate author of romance, sci fi , and crime fiction. This is Ms. Oakes first shot at historical romance, but this reader is convinced that she has found a niche in the genre. I look forward to future stories like Indian Summer. I give this five flamenco dances.
He doubts his ability to take care of those now his responsibility. His brother’s widow doesn’t believe he is capable. The woman who chose Edan knows he is able. The lowlands of Scotland in the year 1746, is a dangerous place for refugees from the Highlands. With women and children to care for, Edan Campbell MacGrough needs to keep certain secrets buried deep or he might hang. For a lame young man it is a difficult road to walk.
Robert5.0 out of 5 stars A LOOK BACKReviewed in the United States on April 29, 2015Verified PurchaseI have read several of Cherime Macfarlane’s novels in this series. To date this novel is my favorite. I enjoyed the language and the story line has tightened up. Being a fan of historical fiction the novel also pikes my interest and takes me to worlds that were real and not fantasy. Book 8 is engaging but also stand alone – you can read any of the novels in any order without losing meaning. If you want to escape to another time, enjoy flawed human characters (a real person) you will enjoy this book and the others – exciting and wonderfully researched.
Abigail Bender lost her only love at Gettysburg in 1863. One hundred and fifty years later Kaitlyn Novacs, teetering on the edge of a breakdown after the loss of her one love, encounters Abigail’s spirit in a quaint Canadian inn. There’s a connection between these women, Kaitlyn feels it the first moment she sees the ghost but refuses to admit it. She is forced to accept how closely her fate mirrors the ghost’s when through Abigail’s window she witnesses the ghost’s life and death. Still, there’s a secret Abigail withholds from Kaitlyn. Will discovering that secret come too late to save Kaitlyn from Abigail’s fate?
even in this digital age there is nothing to compare then picking up a book like Abigail’s window sitting in a comfortable chair on a rainy day with a hot beverage by your side and immersing yourself into a story that grips you from the beginning until the very end. A little history a little romance a little intrigue everything that you want to get away from the Monday and world that we are in I’m so glad that I let Abigail‘s window Take me away for a little while and I can’t wait for Susan Solomon’s next book to do the same thank you Susan please keep writing
Ghosts, history and the power of love. Something for everyone. Buy it, cry a little, smile a lot
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Chapter One
Face in the Window
As I stepped from the rental car, I saw the lace curtains pulled aside in a second floor window. I felt eyes stare down at me. My jaw dropped. Had it followed me here?
Ronnie Hoffmann glanced at me over the roof of the car. “What’s wrong now?” she said.
I stood, blinking.
With a shrug, she turned to Andrea O’Rourke, who popped the trunk and lifted out our suitcases.
When I looked again at the window I saw a woman, but not quite a woman. She appeared to be… transparent. Shuddering, I turned my back to the house.
“Yeah, I’m cold too, Katy. Get your suitcase.” Ronnie took off her thick-rimmed glasses and brushed a strand of hair from her eyes. Though only in her early thirties, her long black hair showed streaks of gray.
I wrapped my heavy coat tight around my chest but didn’t move. I hadn’t wanted to come to Niagara-on-the-Lake, hadn’t wanted to leave my apartment. After what I’d been through, I never wanted to venture out again. Ronnie had refused to let me become a hermit.
“You waiting for April when the snow melts?” she called to me.
I lifted my eyes to the window. The curtains were closed. Feeling as though the woman continued to watch me, I shrank back against the car door. “Somebody’s… up there.”
Andrea clicked her tongue.
“Another ghost?” Ronnie slammed the car trunk closed. “The Niagara Inn isn’t any more haunted than your apartment.”
My friend knew what haunted me. She had helped to pull me through a breakdown seven years ago. She didn’t believe a ghost caused it then, and didn’t believe one pushed me toward the edge this time.
I pointed to the window. “Don’t you see her?”
Ronnie didn’t bother to look. “Probably another guest.”
The stiff Lake Ontario wind had turned Andrea’s face almost as red as her hair. Looking around the empty parking lot, she said, “Can’t be another guest. No one but us is stupid enough to travel in this weather.” She hefted her suitcase. “Yap out here if you want. I’m going inside.”
Shivering, I examined the bed and breakfast Ronnie had brought me to for a long, girls-only weekend. Pale behind the falling snow and surrounded by skeletons of azalea bushes and a row of evergreen hedges, the Niagara Inn rose two stories above what appeared to be an ancient brick foundation.
“Come on, come on. I’m about to turn into an icicle,” Andrea complained.
“More like a cherry popsicle,” Ronnie said.
“Yeah, whatever.” Our redheaded friend turned and stomped off through the snow.
The wind rushed up to encircle me. In its howl, I heard a familiar laugh. This disembodied sound had chased me since my teenage years. I looked at our car, now coated with a thin layer of snow. I had an urgent desire to get in, drive back across the border to the Buffalo airport and fly home to Manhattan. Though the laughter also haunted me there, at least in familiar surroundings I could almost ignore it.
While I thought about fleeing, the lake wind pushed me toward the house. I held fast.
Ronnie grabbed the sleeve of my black faux-fur coat. “Come on!”
I pulled away. “I can’t… the laugh.”
“You’re hearing it again?”
I nodded.
She took me by the shoulders. “You’re not being haunted, Katy. What you hear is just in your head. How many times do I have to tell you that? Now get inside before we both get sick.”
When I still resisted, she gave me a tight-lipped stare—her way of saying, Kaitlyn Novacs, get over yourself.
“Ken and I were here for our anniversary five years ago,” she said. “This is a beautiful place, not some crappy dump with cobwebs your warped mind is turning it into. Now move!”
I gritted my teeth and took a deep breath. Nothing in this house could be worse than what I’ve been through, I thought.
The wind howled again, louder this time. It might have been telling me, You think so?
Ronnie’s grin wrinkled her eyes. “What an expression. You look like an Eskimo searching for the nearest dogsled. Wanna rub noses?”
I grabbed a handful of snow from a bush and flung it at her. Then, feeling a rush of warmth for my best and sometimes only friend, I hugged her.
“Yeah, yeah, I love you too,” she said. “Now can we get out of this storm?”
With her hand propelling me forward, I slogged through drifting snow from the parking lot to the Niagara Inn’s door where Andrea O’Rourke waited
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