Thursday, April 14, 2011

Tessa Stockton's The Unforgivable

A former contemporary dancer, Tessa Stockton, who has always had an interest in things of a debatable nature, now writes Christian political intrigue novels.

The Unforgivable is her first book in the Wounds of South America series.

Raised on the coast of Washington State, she currently lives in Tennessee with her husband and son.

You can find her online at her website,
and her blog,

You can also find her on FB, Twitter, Shoutlife, and MBT.

The Unforgivable

Accused of the worst war crimes in the history of Argentina, Carlos Cornella is despised by a wounded nation…

“I’m in love with a monster. That’s what people call him anyway: monster, murderer, kidnapper, torturer, sociopath, even the devil. His crimes are so terrible that he may be unforgivable. But I have come to know him as something else. I know him as God’s Treasure. And I’m not sure what to do about that. So, here’s my story.”

Here's an excerpt of The Unforgivable:

I don’t know how to explain it, but we connected. Right from the get-go we had an in with each other. I knew that this was a man I could understand—or wanted to understand more than anybody I have ever met.

Both our smiles faded and we stared at each other as if time stood still for us.

Then he pursed his lips and stood.

My heart sunk.

Glancing around him he took two slow steps and performed a smooth slide into the booth. My booth.

“Carlos.” He extended his hand. All business now, his brow had a slight furrow to it, the corners of his mouth tipped a bit downward.

“Genevieve.” I cleared my throat again. “Nice to meet you.”

“I was going to say the same.” This time he seemed to study me, his eyes like drills, burrowing to the core. For a second...for a second, I have to admit, I got a chill. I shook it off with an awkward smile. And then I realized his hand still held mine in a firm grip, as if he’d never let go. I wondered if he’d kiss it, because he kind of moved it side to side. I think he did that anyway.

The spell. That’s what I call it, whenever you’re so caught up in somebody’s gaze like Carlos and me. In some ways his eyes reminded me of a jaguar’s. Sleek and beautiful, mysterious, sly as in not entirely sure what he is thinking and—okay, I’ll say it—dangerous. We didn’t talk, just stared at each other. Er…well, we might have made some small talk but I can’t recall any of it, so I’m not positively sure those superfluous niceties took place.

Plates of food literally dropped onto the table with a harsh clang. That’s what broke the spell. One of my empanadas slid off the ceramic in reckless abandon. I gaped at it as it then sat lifeless on the tabletop, turned askew. And then I shifted my attention to Castel who hovered over us, seething under his breath.

“Castel, are you okay?” I asked.

He didn’t seem to hear me. If I didn’t know better I’d say he stared at Carlos with deep hatred in his gaze.

“Do you two know each other?” I gripped the table.

In a very careful, methodical manner, Carlos rose. He stood face to face with Castel who looked like he’d spring on him putting hands to throat. Man, if looks could kill!

Carlos delivered a gentle bow to me and stepped away. He wordlessly picked up his things—sunglasses, book and paper—and merely strolled out of the place like no unusual custom.

“Stay away from that man,” Castel said, his voice laced with acidity.

“W-what? Why?” I said, confused.

“Do not talk to him. I am warning you for your own benefit.” Castel delivered a stern glance at me and then returned to work.

Unbelievable—it seemed unbelievable. My heart sunk a second time. How do you prepare for picking your vital organs off the floor?

My line of sight pulled off of Castel who retreated to the kitchen, and roamed across the café until I found the valuable target outside the front window and locked on.

Carlos stood there, staring back in at me. He seemed to hesitate.

Should I go to him?

Would that set off Castel to the point that he’d wring my neck?

Do I need to heed Castel’s strong word of caution?

My glance returned to the kitchen. Then back to Carlos. Then to Castel who with plates of food moved about. And then, when I looked more deeply at Carlos there lingered something in his eyes that needed telling. I wasn’t sure if the expression he wore consisted of fury, or tragedy, or…maybe both.

Pushing my body up with my hands as if weighted, I began to rise. I wanted to go to him—to Carlos. But Castel had come to the table with the rest of the food right as Sally and Paloma plopped into the booth.

You can purchase The Unforgivable from Amazon.

Tessa is giving away a copy of The Unforgivable. To be entered in the book giveaway, leave a comment. You can enter the book giveaway twice--once on each spotlight post.


Courtney said...

Sounds very interesting! I'd like a chance to win!


Joanne Sher said...

This sounds fascinating. Please enter me :)

Charity said...

Wow! I am really hoping to be the winner of this book. I just placed it on my wish list after watching the trailer. Please enter me. Thanks!


windycindy said...

I think the concept of Christian political intrigue novels is fabulous!
This sounds like an interesting book to read...
Many thanks, Cindi

lgm52 said...

Sounds very interesting..please enter me.

Linda Kish said...

Sounds great. Count me in please.

lkish77123 at gmail dot com

Chrissy said...

How do you get to know and forgive someone unforgiveable? This sounds really good. I'd love to win the chance to find out!

Pam K. said...

What an intriguing idea for a book!
I read the excerpt and watched the trailer. I'm definitely hooked! Thank you for featuring this book. Please enter me in the book drawing.


Jo said...

Sounds like a interesting story. Please enter me


lgm52 said...

Very interesting! Would love to read the book!

Anonymous said...

I'd really like to win this book!

karenk said...

thanks for the opportunity to read this novel :)

kmkuka at yahoo dot com

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