New Release by Pauline Creeden

ScalesScales
A Falling in Deep Collection novella
by Pauline Creeden
published on May 26, 2015

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Verona is a bottom feeder. She is the one mer in her clan who is considered the ugliest and least intelligent. Growing up with the constant bullying and abuse wasn’t the worst of what her kind had in store for her. At seventeen years old, she must now endure “The Reckoning.”

The scales will measure her worth to her clan. Will she endure thirty days as a land-walker to gather information and knowledge to appease her clan and return a valued member? Will she wait three years, until she is twenty, and find a mer of her kind to accept her and marry her? Or will she suffer exile for the rest of her life?

Woman in water

 

EXCERPT

TO KEEP FROM SCREAMING, I bite hard on my lip. The copper mixture of blood and saltwater mingles on my tongue. Mer claws rake against my back. The barnacles on the post to which I’m tied stab me in the chest. Pain sets my body on fire. Everything burns. I squeeze my eyes shut tight and keep my silence.

“Ugly.”

“Repugnant.”

“Unsightly.”

“Ignorant.”

“Bottom Feeder.”

Each word cuts as deep in my flesh as the physical wounds my clan inflicts. It can’t last long. I can endure this. As soon as the sharks catch scent of my blood they will come, and the Mer will scatter.

The world spins around me like a whirlpool. My breaths come quick and shallow, my heart pounds faster in my ears. Each second is an eternity, until I realize fresh wounds are not adding to the burning in my skin.

The elder’s sharp tongue whispers in my ear. “Now you will be measured.”

My wrists fall free of the post as he cuts the ties.

Exile. My Reckoning has begun.

Diving

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Pauline Creeden is an award-winning author, horse trainer, and overall book ninja. She becomes the main character in each of her stories, and because she has ADD, she will get bored if she pretends to be one person for too long. Her debut novel, Sanctuary, won 1st Place Christian YA Title 2013 Dante Rosetti Award and 2014 Gold Award for First Place YA Horror Novel.

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Go West~Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Go West

by DiVoran Lites

Chapter  Fourteen

Aldon

Three days later, before sunrise, Aldon arranged himself on the seat of the chuck wagon with Ellie beside him. He was glad to have the use of Dieter’s mules, as he slapped the reins lightly along their backs. Mules were good value. They weren’t as pretty as horses, but they were stronger. They had better horse sense and enough self-respect not to allow folks to ride them to death.

“Git-up,” he shouted as the animals pulled the wagon forward through the pasture and upward into the range. Next to him, Ellie smiled, and at the same moment, a rim of sunshine came up over the top of the treeless peaks.

Aldon knew everyone was in formation. He and Ellie headed the group. Dieter, temporary trail boss, rode to their right with a point man on either side of the herd behind him. They had one swingman and one flank man, on opposite sides of the herd. Joe led three horses toward the left of the chuck wagon.

If we do this again next year, Aldon thought, I’ll let Kenny wrangle the horses. Once someone as bright and willing as Kenny has ridden drag all the way, with the dirt in his nostrils, stinging his eyes, and gritting between his teeth, he deserves a promotion.

As the group moved farther up the mountain, Aldon looked back at half a thousand bobbing heads. Cattle ranching had been good for his family, but if he had a choice, he’d rather be training horses in Hollywoodland, like his brother, Bill, than herding cows.

“Well, Miss Morgan, here you are in the Wild West. What do you think of it?”

“I’m going to have to get a hat. Where did you get yours, Mr. Leitzinger?”

“Colleen will order you one, or I can let you use Granny’s sun bonnet.” Aldon felt sorry that he hadn’t thought to give it to her before they started out.

“Is that the one I saw hanging on the porch?” Ellie asked with a sidewise grin. “I took the liberty of trying it on, and I probably should have worn it, but I guess you might say I was too vain. It’s not my style. I like your John B. Stetson better; you think I could get one of those?”

“You know the brand of my hat?” This gal was full of surprises.

“Morgan’s department store carries them. I believe Mr. Stetson was inspired by the ten-gallon cowboy hats when he visited Colorado.”

“You don’t say?” Aldon thought she must be the smartest woman he’d ever met, except maybe for his mother, Nancy. “We’ll get you a Stetson, one way or the other.”

“By the way, thanks for letting me wear your mother’s clothes. Are you sure she won’t mind?” Ellie asked.

Aldon and Molly had both known that Nancy would want Ellie to wear her long johns, jeans, and flannel shirt, anything she owned, but hadn’t taken with her to Artesia. The young woman from Chicago, of course, had not brought that kind of working duds, and she’d need them for a rough job at high altitude. He had given her the soft, leather sheepskin jacket he’d grown out of at sixteen. Looking at her in it, he remembered how warm the wool felt on the other side of his shirt when the temperature dropped.

At first, the trail was plenty wide enough, but it soon got so narrow that the herd no longer walked spread out, as it had through the pastures. Instead, the cattle fell naturally into single file as they followed the wagon onto the shelf road that Aldon’s ancestors had dynamited out of the side of the mountain. It was a quicker and easier way than trying to drive the wagon over boulders that hid beneath grass and wildflowers in the high meadows. Aldon knew the trail ran more than seventy feet above the creek in some places and was almost too narrow for the wagon, but the chance of the wagon sliding off had never worried him before now.

Knowing that most Easterners got antsy about such heights he glanced at Ellie to see how she was doing. She stopped staring at the creek far below long enough to lift questioning eyes to his.

“You see up there where the trees don’t grow?” In order to distract her, he directed her attention to timberline.

“Yes, I do. Did somebody cut them all down for firewood or what?” she asked searching the high horizon.

“No, they just won’t grow at that altitude.”

“That’s strange.” She continued to look up.

“ ‘I will lift up my eyes to the hills. My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth,’ ” he murmured thoughtfully.

“What?” She seemed startled. “I wouldn’t think you’d need much help. You can do anything.”

“Oh, I’ve got my problems,” he said. “But when I think about the Master, they fade away because I know He’s taking care of me. I’ve needed to know that since I got home from the war.”

She gave him such an eager look that he wondered if he should tell her more. He’d try it and if she lost interest, he’d quit.

“For one thing, I sometimes need help holding my temper. It might have something to do with the way my brothers and I always fought when we were coming up. We only had to look at each other cross-eyed and we were in a tangle.”

“Everybody has faults of one kind or another.” Ellie slipped her arm through his. “I think you’re a good man.”

“Thank you ma’am, but I wouldn’t mind being a bit more saintly.”

“Nobody is a saint,” she said.

“I beg to differ, kid,” he said, “followers of Christ are always called saints.”

“Why?”

“The Bible says we are.” Suddenly he decided that he’d said enough. He had her respect, why risk losing it by being too preachy.

 

By noontime, they had arrived at a high, wide meadow ringed with shimmering aspens. Bunch grass, Indian paintbrush, and daisies covered the ground. In the sky, fleecy gray-lined clouds gave only a bit of shade from the sun, but a cooling breeze rolled past on its way down the mountainside. Some cows lay down while others slowly foraged as their calves nursed.

 

Celebrating TGIF with Finding Hope cover reveal

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Is everyone ready for TGIF?  I sure am. This has been a busy week on Rebekah Lyn Books, busy in a good way. We are finishing up the week with the cover reveal of my friend Melanie Snitker. Like most of my author friends, Melanie is a member of Clean Indie Reads, a book blog site dedicated to giving readers a go to site for  “flinch free”  reads. So no worries if you teen or grandmother pick up this book~Onisha

Love’s Compass: Book Two
Finding Hope
by Melanie D. Snitker

Finding hope

Melanie D. Snitker, author of Calming the Storm and Finding Peace, is excited to reveal the cover of her newest novel. Finding Hope is an inspirational romance and the second title in her Love’s Compass series. Look for it on Kindle and in paperback July 2015.

About the Book:
Cancer

That one word has rocked Lexi Chandler’s life to the core. Her focus has always been to help others. She loves being a nurse and enjoys spending time with her family. Things had been going according to plan. Now she’s struggling to pick up the pieces and make sense of the changes in her life.

Lance Davenport has cared for Lexi since they were kids. He’s turned burying his feelings into an art. Now, watching Lexi battle with cancer has made him realize just how much he’s missed. He doesn’t know what their future holds, but he’s determined to not waste another minute.
The people closest to Lexi pull together as she tries to navigate her way down a path none of them ever dreamed she’d have to follow.

About the Author:
Melanie D. Snitker has enjoyed writing fiction for as long as she can remember. She started out writing episodes of cartoon shows that she wanted to see as a child and her love of writing grew from there.
She and her husband live in Texas with their two children, who keep their lives full of adventure, and two dogs, who add a dash of mischief to the family dynamics.
In her spare time, Melanie enjoys photography, reading, crochet, baking, archery, camping and hanging out with family and friends.

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Go West~Chapter 12

Go West Chapter 12 laundry

Go West

by DiVoran Lites

Chapter Twelve

Ellie

 

Molly pushed open the door, let it swing shut behind her, and stood staring at Ellie and Aldon.

“What’s all that caterwauling I hear?” Molly put her hands on her hips and looked at Aldon, who stood and smiled at her.

“Well now, that’s not caterwauling, Ma’am, that’s singing, and mighty good singing, too, I’d say.” Aldon placed his hand over his heart.

“Go on with you, boyo. I’m ready to fix breakfast for the Solanos, so get out of my way.” Molly nodded toward the back door.

“Can I help?” Ellie asked.

“Cut an orange in half, slice it, and cut it again so you’ll have triangles the Signor can pick up with his fingers. Take it up to him while I get the rest of the breakfast. Be certain-sure he has a damp napkin to wipe his fingers on.”

“Before I ride into town, I need to talk to you for a minute, Molly,” said Aldon. He pulled a chair out and she sat down at the table with a humf of annoyance.

“What do you want? I’ve got to get me work started or I’ll be behind all the day.” Molly’s strident voice carried easily to Ellie who stood at the counter cutting a large navel orange. “Young woman, I’ve had the oatmeal simmering all night. After you take the orange up, come back and get the rest of the breakfast for the Solanos, and take it up.”

“Mr. Solano has given me permission to take Ellie on the cattle drive.” Aldon’s voice was low and controlled.

“Over my dead body! I’ve got all the cooking, and then I’ll be training Kate, and somebody has to look after the bairn, plus who knows what that Enrico might dream up. I still have Signor and Signorina, though I don’t know why she’s not old enough to take care of the both of them.”

“Ellie will help with the shopping and cooking and once we’ve gone you’ll have time to do everything you need to. The cousins and I, and Ellie, and Kenny, will only be at the camp one night.” Aldon’s voice held respectful confidence.

“What do you have to say for yourself, young lady, now you wheedled your way into Aldon’s favor?” Molly spoke over her shoulder to Ellie, who had finished cutting the big orange and started to leave the room.

The accusation short-circuited Ellie’s thinking and she froze in the middle of the room with the plate in her hand.

“Molly,” Aldon spoke only his aunt’s name in a tone of gentle reproof and Ellie was released by it to move on. She pushed open the door feeling like a coward but grateful to leave unpleasantness behind.

*

She knocked on the door of the suite and Signor Solano called out a melodious, “Entrare.”

Shifting the plate of orange slices to her left hand, she opened the door with her right. The Signor sat at his desk with the sun slanting in behind him, turning his white hair into a halo of silver, and reminding her of her grandfather. He made room for the plate amongst a pile of papers.

“Ah, the color of an orange! What a beautiful sight. Thank you, my dear.” Tilting his head to look at her he smiled and started to rise, but she motioned for him to remain seated. “I regret that the Signora is still a-sleeping,” he said. “She will be sorry she missed you.”

Back in the kitchen, Ellie discovered that her singing partner had made his escape and that Kate and Seraphina stood against the counter as they had the day before, waiting for instructions. Molly, was obliging them by giving a lecture, so Ellie saw no choice but to pause and listen too.

“Aldon is meeting his cousins at the feedlot in town to help bring the cattle home. We keep them there over the worst of the winter, but we brand them here before they go up into the range for the summer to graze. This is the smallest herd we’ve ever had, only about five hundred, or so.” She shook her head. “So many things have happened to the original bunch over the years, drought, blizzards, starvation, and disease. In time, even these healthy ones will be sold for beef and then they’ll all be gone. I don’t know what’s to become of us after that. Signor Solano surely can’t afford to keep pouring money into the place forever.” She took Seraphina’s hand and pulled her away from her grandmother who reluctantly let her go.

“Take this little one upstairs, Ellie. Signora told me yesterday that she wants to look after her this mornin’ while we cook the meal for the crew.” Molly said. “Then come back and get the breakfast.”

Ellie wondered whether Molly knew that the Signora was still in bed but decided not to stir the housekeeper’s wrath. As she and Seraphina climbed the stairway, the child asked one question after another in such rapid succession that there were no quiet spaces to insert an answer.

“Where are we going? When will we eat? So I have to eat oatmeal?” Ellie was delighted with the child’s curiosity and the way she expressed herself, and she looked forward to befriending and perhaps teaching Seraphina a few useful things.

*

“Ah, the little one.” Signor had finished his orange slices and handed Ellie the empty plate and napkin. “Come here,” he said in a soft voice. When the child did as he said, he bent over in his chair and looked into her face while she looked back with equal interest. “I will give her a pencil and paper and she will draw for me here on the floor,” he said. “ Signora will rise soon.

When Ellie got back to the kitchen, Kate was still listening to Molly.“There you are. It took you long enough. It’s six o’clock already and the cow hasn’t been milked, nor have the chickens been fed. After you take up the oatmeal, the cream and the sugar, I’ll show the two of you where things are. It’s no good me showing one and then having to show the other.” She opened a drawer in the cabinet under the counter. “Tea towels in the top drawer, clean dust rags in the bottom one. We wash them and hang them to dry every time we use them.

“We can start the noon meal while we’re still here, then we’ll go to the barn and see what’s what out there. I’ve soaked the beans. When you come back, Ellie, you put them on the stove to boil for chili. Kate, you fry up some of that ground beef wrapped in the butcher paper, over there. They ground it at the general store in town, where we keep our own freezer-locker. When the men go hunting, we take the venison and elk to town, too. We used to do all that meat-cutting ourselves. Modern times are much better.”

As soon as the chili was bubbling on the back of the stove, they went out to the barn and got more instruction, this time in the arts of milking a cow, feeding chickens, and, gathering eggs. Molly allowed them to help with the last chore. At about ten they were leaving the barn to go back to the house when they heard cows mooing and the, “yips” and “hies” of the men driving them. They stepped from the barn to see Aldon and several other men on horses driving the cattle into the field next to the corral.