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Thank you so much to Alison
for hosting me today on your blog! Here’s an excerpt from the beginning of
ANABEL DIVIDED:
I
pulled my bathrobe around me and I tiptoed down the creaky stairs, careful to
not do anything that might wake up sleeping baby.
I
was so not in the mood to deal with sleeping baby. She had kept me up the
entire previous night, and then had had the audacity to resist napping. Yes.
She needed to sleep.
I
flopped down on the cushy couch and flipped on the lamp, blinking into the
light. I felt a pang for my house in Mclean; there, I could have gone into the
library to read, but instead, I was here, in the house I had insisted we
needed. The one with the creaky steps and the small downstairs and the hardwood
floors which gave the place some incredible acoustics.
Oh,
I should have just gone to school at American, and not here.
I
was wide awake now. Matt was right ̧ as he often was; I would have tossed and
turned for a long time up there.
So
I might as well read, right?
I
opened the book to the ladybug bookmark and considered the handwritten pages.
Most of the information that the volume contained was mundane: “Tennis date with Alicia this morning—I wish
she wasn’t at work all the time!” and “Took
A to the pediatrician today—the girl is growing like a weed!” But I still perused the pages,
looking for something, anything . . . I needed a clue, a hint as to who she
was.
After
years of unconcern, I was trying to figure out my mother.
I
wasn’t sure why this was so important to me now. Maybe it was Emma? I was
struggling to figure out my daughter, so perhaps I thought she would make more
sense to me if I could understand my mother?
Miss
Marilyn had told me I had cried for my mother for days on end when she had
first arrived on Caereon, but then, as time had gone by, I had stopped asking
for her. It was like I had erased Cassidy from my memory, and instead
transferred my affection to Miss Marilyn. Now that she and I were finally
speaking again, I had asked her to fill in the holes . . . but she had had
precious little information to give.
So
I had given up . . . until I had found the box of papers and diaries in the
library. My mother’s sloppy script filled each page, and each word gave me hope
of figuring out why she had never fought for me.
Why
had she let Jonathan take me away? I mean, didn’t most places give the mother
the child?
Had
she not wanted me? I couldn’t even fathom that. I mean, I had wanted Emma so
much, and the thought of being away from her tore at my soul . . . even after a
sleepless night.
Maybe
this was stupid—an exercise in futility. I had read through three volumes of
diaries, and none of them were particularly revealing.
But,
considering everything, there was probably a good reason for that. He was, I was sure, spying on her every chance he got.
I
sighed. What was I doing? It was now well past four, and I was tired, and Emma
would be up at some point in the next two hours.
So
then I did something that I never did. I skipped to the end.
And
the words I read on the last page made me gasp.
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Blurb: Anabel Martin thought that the resolution
of her father's murder would bring a resolution to her
problems. After all, she was starting life over in a new place, with new
friends, and new adventures, focusing on attending college and raising her
daughter free from the distractions of Washington, DC. She was ready to move
on.
But a trip back to the District for Meghan's wedding stirs
up old feelings and brings new life to old relationships. Matt is cold and
distant, while Jared is caring and attentive. A woman from Matt's past, a bold
public flirtation, and Anabel's desire to be truly loved lead her to a
crossroads...and her final decision leaves her with more questions than
answers.
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| Amanda Romine Lynch |
Amanda Romine Lynch is a writer, editor, and blogger who
grew up in Florida knowing she belonged somewhere else. She now lives in the DC
Metro Area with her husband and three amazing little boys. She is the
Eco-Friendly/Green Living Contributor over at the Prime Parents’ Club and strives
to live earth friendly in a world of disposable diapers. When not writing about
Anabel and Jared or chasing around a curly-haired boy, she cheers for the
Gators (in all kinds of weather) and occasionally remembers to sleep.
You can find Amanda on her website, Twitter, and Facebook.
You can find Amanda on her website, Twitter, and Facebook.
