Book excerpt from paranormal historical romance novel Becoming Fenimore by Rebecca Bryan

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A little bit about Becoming Fenimore:
Upon learning she is the
only living beneficiary of a late aunt’s estate on far away Mackinac Island,
Elle Curtis finds an unusual array of items connected to 19th Century writer
Constance Fenimore Woolson—a discovery that will lead her on a journey and
change her forever.
Excerpt from Becoming Fenimore:
Elle
Mackinac Island
Looking around at the throng of tourists, Elle wondered how
she would recognize Jace, the lawyer handling Lois’ estate. He had promised to
be at the dock to pick her up and take her to her hotel as he had made all the
arrangements for her stay. She hated to admit it, but she had begun to think
the man on the other end of the phone sounded handsome, not that it mattered.
He was probably married with children and she shouldn’t be looking anyway.
When she saw a man a few feet away holding the second sign
of the day with her name on it, she was secretly pleased to see sandy brown
hair, dark blue eyes, and soft lips. His charming and somewhat familiar voice
was a welcomed relief.
“You must be Elle,” he said when she had made her way through
the crowd to him. He had an air of confidence that was rather intimidating yet
pleasant all at once. “Jace Stokes. How was your trip?”
She rubbed her lips together, wishing she’d combed her hair
and put on some lip-gloss before she’d gotten off the ferry, but it was too
late now. “It was interesting. I haven’t traveled in a long time.” Would this
justify her looking rather weathered? she wondered.
“Are you cold?” he asked, acknowledging her parka- like
hoodie. That’s when she noticed he was wearing khaki shorts and a button down,
short sleeve Hawaiian shirt. She pulled the hoodie back and ran her fingers
through her tangled tresses. “It was a bit breezy on the boat.”
“Florida blood.” He smiled like it was an inside joke. She
unzipped her jacket and worked her fingers through the knots as she followed
him out of the gate and into the street.
Mackinac Island (sounded out ‘Mackinaw’ as Jace had
explained) was filled with people, carriages, bicyclists, and ringing bells.
There was not, however, one single car on the street. It was like she’d
traveled back in time.
Jace seemed to sense her shock when he said, “No motorized
vehicles are allowed on the island.”
“None?” She stared at the row of whinnying horses. A maroon
carriage with The Grand, stenciled in gold paint sat near the entrance. Jace
handed the driver Elle’s suitcase.
“It’ll be waiting for you in your room. In the meantime I
thought we’d get something to eat and then I’d show you the house. Is that
alright?”
She nodded. She hadn’t eaten since Detroit and since she’d
pretty much ran a 5k to catch her flight she was starving. She followed Jace
down the boardwalk, glad to see a man who thought like she did – through her
stomach first.
Main Street looked and felt like a movie or a beautiful
coastal getaway or Disneyland or home. The clapboard building fronts were crisp
and white, the trims painted in blues, reds, or yellows. Colorful purple
petunias, orange gingersnaps, and white alyssum hung from baskets along the
boardwalk, filling the air with a sweet honey fragrance. While bees buzzed
hungrily from container to container, shop owners swept the sidewalk and waved
to the tourists as they passed on their way to the beach or the ice cream shop.
Again, similar to St. Augustine. The two cities could have been related.
Horse drawn carriages clopped along in a syncopated rhythm.
It felt like a simpler time, one people craved as evidenced by the large crowds
enjoying the thousands of blooming lilac trees dotting the hillsides, their
sweet fragrance permeating the air and making everything look and smell like a
picture book.
A little bit about the
author:
Rebecca
started writing one summer day in 2008 to escape from the stresses of life,
never imagining she actually publish one day. Becoming Fenimore is her third novel. Her previous novels, The Sand Bar, 2012 and Far From Perfect, 2013 were runners up
on Readers Favorites, in the category of women’s fiction.
In
a previous life Rebecca graduated from Brigham Young University-Idaho in
Interior Design. When she is not writing or taking care of her five children,
she can be found working in the theater and has been known to do a commercial
or two on the side.
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17 thoughts on “Book excerpt from paranormal historical romance novel Becoming Fenimore by Rebecca Bryan

  1. Unknown says:

    Rebecca Bryan is a new author for me but I really liked the excerpt and can't wait to read more. Thank you for sharing the post and the giveaway!

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