Weekenders Romance
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Author: Sandy
Semerad
Genre:
Mainstream Romance
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Blurb:
On a snowy day in Atlanta, Carrie Sue Justice revisits the past as a young and passionate newspaper reporter in 1986, covering a shooting death in her community:
Her life is a mess. She catches her husband with another woman inside the antebellum home she inherited from her parents. Then she falls in love with an unavailable man plagued with guilt. The man is none other than the irresistible owner of the Southern Journal where Carrie Sue works.
They begin a steamy love affair. During this wild time, Carrie Sue must find out why three black teenagers were arrested for killing a white teen. One of the teens was wrongly accused.
Regardless of the consequences, she's determined to help prove his innocence.
Enchanting Excerpt:
Chapter One
On a snowy
morning in Atlanta, Carrie Sue rummaged through an old cedar chest, searching
for a journal. The storm had knocked out her power, but she was grateful to
have a fire in the hearth and a kerosene lamp to read by.
She shook
her head in dismay at all the stuff she’d collected. Only a pack rat would keep
a stack of reporters’ notebooks and a cassette recorder from the 1980s. That
was so long ago. No cell-phones or social media then.
When she uncovered her wedding dress
embroidered with roses, she buried her nose in the crinoline and inhaled the
sweet musk, still lingering after all these years.
Beneath the dress, was a small safe.
She fumbled with the combination lock and eventually opened it to reveal the
lovely leather-bound book.
Her hands shook as she withdrew the
diary. She sucked in a sharp breath and opened it.
But as she began to read, a painful
nostalgia stung her. She barely recognized the passionate and reckless young
woman she used to be.
Journal
of Carrie Sue Justice
December
8, 1986
My stomach knotted when I saw the
strange car in my driveway. Damn it, my key wouldn’t open my front door.
Deadbolt was locked.
The door vibrated from the blaring
stereo inside, as if my house were possessed. I couldn’t imagine my husband
blasting music. He’d always complained about loud noise in the morning, and
when I left an hour ago, he looked fast asleep.
As the Eagles belted out Heartache
Tonight, I punched the doorbell nonstop. No response. By now snow clouds
had buried the sun.
Dad used to say, “Always trust your
gut.”
My gut screamed disaster,
reminding me of the day I received the tragic news about Mom and Dad.
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