Title- Moonbow
By- Sheila Hollinghead
Genre- Inspirational Romantic Suspense
Blurb-
A widow, a doctor, an unborn child. Three lives are at risk in
this high stakes suspense. Die Auserwahlten, the Chosen Ones, have impregnated
Gisa with an embryonic clone. Is it evil or just a child? It's up to Dr. Rayden
Brooks to untangle the web that keeps them captive and save their lives. But
will Gisa trust him?
Links-
Goodreads- https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18717339
About the Author-
Sheila Hollinghead, an army brat, was born in Nuremberg,
Germany. When she was ten, her father was stationed in Toul, France where she
discovered a treasure trove of books hiding in the furnace room. The house was
rumored to be the former headquarters of the Nazi Party with bullet holes
decorating the foyer as evidence. The books, sci-fi, mysteries, fantasy, and
the classics, opened her mind to the power of story. Today, she is married and
lives on a farm in south Alabama with dogs, cats, and chickens. She agrees with
Emily Dickinson who said, "I know nothing in the world that has as much
power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it until it begins to
shine."
Links-
Website: http://sheilahollinghead.weebly.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/SHollinghead
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/SheilaHollinghead
Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/sheilahollinghead
A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR-
Moonbow began as a literal dream. Bless (or curse) my husband.
When I told him the strange story, he encouraged me to turn it into a book. I'm
not sure if the final manuscript resembles the first shadowy images in the
least. Writing morphs and grows into things we cannot imagine when we first put
pen to paper. I hope to continue the
growth of the story and further explore the question from my dream: "Are
some men born evil? What if they got a second chance?"
Excerpt #1-
The man refused to allow the crowd in the hospital cafeteria to
thwart his efforts. He maneuvered to a seat, cutting in front of a young
couple, to obtain full view of his prey. His cap was crammed down over his
eyes, but he still saw the way Dr. Rayden Brooks smiled at the young woman,
Adalgisa Ostheim. She bent her head closer to the doctor and allowed him to
stroke her arm. Surely, the doctor's conduct was unethical? The woman may not
be the patient of Brooks, but she was the patient of his colleague, Dr.
Cochran.
The man pulled the brim of his cap lower. He knew this
woman—she had been his third and there was also a fourth. The other three he
had forgotten as soon as he had finished the assignment. But not Adalgisa, or
Gisa as she called herself. The other three had made no more an impression on
him than a fly buzzing around his head. They had all been annoyances, really.
All but Adalgisa.
He had reached his objective with her long ago and moved on.
And, yet, now he had returned to her, like a deer pursued by dogs panting for
water. And Oberste had learned of his obsession.
The man was not cognizant of the ways Oberste received
information. Regardless, Oberste knew and had warned him away from the woman.
The dangers of disobedience were great and yet, here he was, to understand why
something within him would not, could not, allow this.
The man made a plan. First, he would approach Dr. Cochran,
discuss the behavior of Brooks. If Cochran refused to put a stop to it, he
would be eliminated—regardless of Oberste's orders.
Oberste need not know. The threat of defection among those
recruited was always a concern. Oberste would accept his story—that Cochran
threatened the integrity of the program. And, of course, Dr. Rayden Brooks
would simply be collateral damage. Oberste would be none the wiser.
He had to wrench his eyes away from Adalgisa's laughing face to
glance at his cell phone. The meeting was in an hour. Tardiness would not be
tolerated. Reluctantly, he left the hospital cafeteria.
He convinced himself he had time for a quick stop before the
meeting. He hurried into the store, a practiced smile on his lips. "Pack
of cigarettes," he said to the woman behind the counter.
She tilted her head at him, and one eyebrow rose.
"Brand?"
"Lucky Strikes, unfiltered." Nasty habit, but if he
was to continue his surveillance of Adalgisa and Brooks, he needed something to
keep his hands busy. It had nothing to do with quelling his fear of Oberste.
He mimicked the woman's tilt of the head. "Sorry, make
that a carton."
"Sure. No problem."
Yes, Oberste had his methods, but so did he. He would carry out
his plan, seek out Cochran, and sever the bond between Adalgisa and Brooks. He
fervently wished he could take care of Brooks directly, but the rules forbade
contact with those outside of the organization. If a violation occurred,
Oberste always perceived the infraction, within hours, if not minutes. No
deception was allowed; all worked for the cause.
Still, if the car of Dr. Rayden Brooks was parked in front of
Adalgisa's house when he returned from the meeting, he would tear him apart
with his bare hands, no matter what Oberste might do.
EXCERPT 2:
The opening of her door startled her. She looked up into
Rayden's face.
"What are you doing?" she asked, gulping down a sob.
He reached in and placed her hand in his. His hand was warm and
dry, and his strength seeped into her. She allowed him to pull her out until
they stood face to face. He wrapped his arms around her, and she cried into his
shoulder while he stroked her hair.
With a shuddering breath, she pushed back to peer into his
face. He brushed her tears away with a tender touch. Even with the tumult of
emotion crashing through her, her skin tingled each place his fingers trailed.
She pulled back to escape the sensation and searched his eyes.
“Why? Why did they choose me?”
“I don’t know.” His voice was gentle, his lips agonizingly
close.
She wanted to remain like this, in his arms, safe and secure,
enshrouded where nothing could ever harm her. “If I have an abortion, at least
they’d quit following me?” She said it tentatively, as more of a question than
a statement.
He sighed. “I told you that’s not going to happen.”
“Why? I need to know why.”
"Maybe you know?"
She shook her head again. “I don't know! I’m
nobody. Nobody at all..."
Happy Holidays Everyone !
Happy Holidays Everyone !
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