Thursday, June 20, 2013

The Forever Stone by Gloria Repp

Back Cover Blurb

“Don’t bury yourself in that wilderness!” her relatives say. “Even though you’re a widow, you’re still young.”

No matter what they think, Madeleine decides to go. She’ll help her aunt restore the old house; she’ll sign up for an online baking course; and she’ll bury—yes, bury—those terrible memories. “From now on,” she tells herself, “I’m going to be strong and independent.”

Her plan seems to be working, except for the panic attacks, until she has to deflect the attentions of two men.
The doctor, who has a fire-scarred past, is not upset by her panic attacks and knows he can help her to heal. The writer, who conceals more than one secret, admires her spirit and is certain that she needs him.

God uses both men and her father’s gift of a floral paperweight to remind her of His enduring “forever love,” and as she yields to Him, she finds the courage to take a new and challenging path.


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CHAPTER 1

Today I walked the woods path for the first time in months. The brook is nothing more than a trickle and some mud . . . like me. ~Journal

The woman was following her. Madeleine stepped past a bucket of dahlias and just missed the butternut squash—look as if you’re in a hurry—but the woman was catching up. She wore a police uniform and a helmet of sleek gray hair.

What was her name? Rondell, that was it. Frances Rondell.

The policewoman loomed beside her. “Madeleine! Wonderful to see you again.” She gestured across the Roanoke Farmer’s Market. “Quite a spread, isn’t it? Best in Virginia.”

Madeleine nodded in greeting and summoned up a smile. After all, Frances Rondell had worked with Dad at the station.

The woman was studying her, so she bent to inspect the green apples.
Please don’t tell me what a good friend he was. Don’t tell me you miss him too. Don’t tell me I’m doing fine.

“Heard you got married,” Frances said. “How’s that husband of yours?”

Madeleine took a quivering breath and tried to compose her face. “Oh, my, did something happen?”

“Brenn died. A year ago. You couldn’t have known.”

“I’m so sorry . . .” The woman’s gaze shifted to the pyramids of gleaming apples. “I see you’re checking out those Granny Smiths.”

“Yes.”

“I remember the cookies your dad brought to the station. He’d have that big smile of his—always told us you’re the best cook in the world.”

Madeleine’s throat closed up. Frances didn’t seem to expect a reply. She chose a reddish-black apple and polished it on her sleeve. “These Black Gilliflowers are my favorite for pie. With plenty of cinnamon and nutmeg, mmm! Want to try a few?”

The woman kept talking as she put apples into a paper bag. “Teaching school must keep you on your toes. A little thing like you! How do you handle those kids?”

“Teens are always a challenge.” How could she tell this competent woman that she hadn’t renewed her contract?

“But worthwhile! The right teacher can make such a difference in a kid’s life.” Frances filled another bag with apples, paid the vendor, and handed Madeleine one of the bags. Her eyes softened. “Your dad would be so proud of you.”

Madeleine took the bag, nodded her thanks, and backed away.

“Gotta run!” Frances threw her a hang-in-there smile, and Madeleine hurried in the opposite direction.

She bumped into a table piled with vegetables and made herself stop, trying to ignore the clamor of her thoughts.

Just look at those beets—plump little globes, weren’t they? Such an appetizing dark red! And the leafy tops still crisp and green . . .

It was no use. Frances Rondell’s words had opened a locked door in her mind. Dad. The kind of person he was. Had been.

Slowly she hoisted a clump of the beets. What . . . what would they be like, pickled with little white onions? What . . . what would Dad have thought of her husband and the business her mother ran? She paid for the beets and trudged past glossy bell peppers, tomatoes, and summer squash. At a table of baked goods, she paused. Something for dessert, that’s what she was supposed to get. Mother had invited George again, the promising young stockbroker. She chose the nearest cake and kept going. . . .

so proud of you . . .

She stepped out from under the Market’s awnings and blinked in the fall sunlight.

I’ve got to do something.

The thought tiptoed past before she could examine it and faded while she drove home, only to begin whispering urgently as she pulled into the driveway. Do something? What?

The kitchen was empty, but a murmur of voices came from the living room. A conference, no doubt. The cousins would be enjoying their discussion about “poor Madeleine.” The pompous voice would be Uncle Ashton’s.

The living room door opened and her mother swept into the room, shaking her blonde curls. “There you are. What happened?”



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About Gloria:
Adventure, mystery, and wild creatures all play a part in Gloria Repp's many books. She
grew up in the Hawaiian Islands and the Pacific Northwest, and it was there she learned a love for wilderness that pervades her stories. Over the years, experiences gained from raising three children, teaching school, and editing have made useful contributions to her work.

During recent years, traveling has added a new dimension to her writing. Most of her trips take her to one of her favorite places to explore—the thousand-acre wilderness of New Jersey’s Pine Barrens. One spring, she listened to the songs of the rare Pine Barrens Treefrogs and envisioned stories for children about a tiny frog named Pibbin. As she hiked the quiet pine woods, she felt her splintered edges heal . . . and the beginnings of a novel began to stir.

Pibbin’s adventures have taken shape as the Tales of Friendship Bog; and the tumbled ruins and gleaming dark streams of the Barrens have provided the setting for her novel, The Forever Stone – and for those to follow.


To connect with Gloria, go here:
Website:

http://gloriarepp.com

Facebook:
https://www.facebook.com/gloria.repp

Twitter:
https://twitter.com/GloriaRepp



Gloria is giving away a copy of The Forever Stone. The giveaway is only available to U.S. addresses. To be entered in the book giveaway, leave a comment along with your email address. You can enter the book giveaway twice--once on each spotlight post.



 
 
 
 
Happy Reading!
Caroline Brown








 

8 comments:

cjajsmommy said...

Let's break the rumor that the first poster never gets picked to win! I felt immediately connected to Madeleine. I wanted to grab a cup of tea with her, hold her hand across the table, and listen to her story. djragno (at) hotmail (dot) com

Library Lady said...

I would love to win this book for the Church Library.
Thanks for giving me the opportunity to do so.
Janet E.
von1janet(at)gmail(dot)com

Shelley Wilburn said...

Oh how cruel to give just a small excerpt and then leave me hanging! *wink* I can certainly identify with Madeleine, as I'm sure many others can as well! Sounds like a great book! Would love to read it!
Shelley W.
shelley[at]where2[dot]org

britt98 said...

Please enter me in the giveaway for The Forever Stone. It sounds very good.
Brittany McEuen

sm said...

FOREVER STONE sounds good and this is a new author for me. sharon, CA

Linda Kish said...

This sounds like a very interesting story. One that I would love to read.

lkish77123 at gmail dot com

Cindi A said...

I read Forever Stone and absolutely L♥VED it. Gloria has a remarkable writing talent.

Veronica Sternberg said...

I love romances! This sounds great! shopgirl152nykiki(at)yahoo(dot)com

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