The Promise: A
Story of The Quake
A Sinner’s Grove Novella
A Sinner’s Grove Novella
by A.B. Michaels
Released
June 24th 2016
Red Trumpet Press
Red Trumpet Press
HE’LL RISK EVERYTHING
TO KEEP HIS WORD
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The Book Junkie Reads . . . The Promise: A Story of the Quake (A Sinner's Grove Novella) . . .
Warm touching romance set during the the massive destruction of the 1906 San Francisco earthquake. There was an emotional connection to the characters and their interconnection with the the people, things, memories, and duty surrounding them. The characters are well developed along with the events and descriptions that were contained within.
I enjoyed getting to know and understand Ben and Charlotte. They both had more going on in their lives and they both pushed to see it through to the end.
Lovers of historical fiction would find this a fitting read centered around the San Francisco earthquake of 1906. Lovers of romance will find the appeal in the set up and connecting pieces between Ben and Charlotte. Putting it all together for historical romance lovers would like a fresh hot glazed donuts and a very fresh hot cup of coffee on a chilly rainy day in front of a roaring fire.
I enjoyed getting to know and understand Ben and Charlotte. They both had more going on in their lives and they both pushed to see it through to the end.
Lovers of historical fiction would find this a fitting read centered around the San Francisco earthquake of 1906. Lovers of romance will find the appeal in the set up and connecting pieces between Ben and Charlotte. Putting it all together for historical romance lovers would like a fresh hot glazed donuts and a very fresh hot cup of coffee on a chilly rainy day in front of a roaring fire.
**This ARC was provided via Tasty Book Tours
in exchange for an honest review.**
BlurbApril 18, 1906. A massive earthquake has decimated much of San Francisco, leaving thousands without food, water or shelter. Patrolling the streets to help those in need, Army corporal Ben Tilson meets a young woman named Charlotte who touches his heart, making him think of a future with her in it. In the heat of the moment he makes a promise to her family that even he realizes will be almost impossible to keep.
Because
on the heels of the earthquake, a much worse disaster looms: a fire that
threatens to consume everything and everyone in its path.
It
will take everything Ben’s got to make it back to the woman he loves—and even
that may not be enough.
The
Promise, a stand-alone novella, is the latest offering from A.B. Michaels’
multi-genre series “Sinner’s Grove.”
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I was rolling out a
pie crust, thinking about how Richard and I were going to break the news of our
broken engagement to my father, when a man entered the kitchen. I looked up and
thought perhaps I was imagining things. The stranger was tall and dark, with a
full but neatly trimmed beard and mustache. He was wearing a light flannel
shirt and dungarees and held a felt hat in his hand. His eyes
were . . . they were Ben’s eyes. I stopped what I was doing,
caught my breath, and immediately reached to check my hair, forgetting that my
hands were covered in flour.
“Miss
Lindemann?” he asked in that same calm, comforting voice I remembered.
“Corporal
Tilson?” At once I realized I must look a fright, with my hair coming out of
its coil and my apron covered with flour dust and spatterings of dough. My
heart was dancing in my breast and I tried to settle down by breathing slowly.
He
walked toward me, wearing a slight smile and gazing at me with those beautiful
gray eyes. I was caught by them, like a most willing prey.
“You’re . . .
you’re not in uniform,” I managed to say.
He
looked down at his shirt, as if he’d forgotten he was wearing anything at all.
“I’m on leave,” he said. He held his hands out and grinned. “This is the real
me, I guess.”
I
couldn’t help myself, I grinned back and held out my own arms. “And this is the
real me, too.”
We
both laughed, and if you asked me what the sensation was that arced between us
in that moment, I’d tell you it was joy. Pure and simple joy.
But
all too soon I remembered he wasn’t mine to feel joyful about. He belonged to
another. I tried to put us back on more formal footing.
“You’ve
come a long way,” I said. “I trust it’s because of your promise to Berry.”
He
nodded. “Among other things, yes. I said I would be back, and here I am.”
“I
know Berry will understand about not finding the doll,” I said, attempting to
reassure him. “But I’m very glad you came. She was so hoping to see you again.”
He
looked at me, his eyes growing more intense. As he stepped closer, he asked,
“Were you hoping to see me?”
I
could feel the blush starting at the base of my neck and working its way up. If
he only knew how much I’d hoped.
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Author InfoBorn and raised in northern California, A.B. Michaels holds master's degrees in history and broadcasting, and worked for many years in the public relations and marketing fields. An avid quilter and bocce player, she currently lives in Boise, Idaho with her husband and two furry "sons" who don't seem to realize they're just dogs
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