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Wednesday, 9 August 2017

RBTL Tours: Olivia's Promise by Diane Merrill Wigginton


Title: Olivia’s Promise  
Author: Diane Merrill Wigginton
Series: Jeweled Dagger Series (Book 3) (The Benjamin Franklin Award Winning Series)
Genre: Historical Romance/Suspense
Publisher: Jeweled Dagger Publishing
Release Date: Aug 4 2017
Edition/Format: 1st Edition/Formats ~ eBook & Print

Blurb/Synopsis:

 The year is 1804. Lady Olivia Sophia Allen Townsend has just turned 20 years old, beautiful and considered by some in polite society far too eccentric for her own good. When Olivia was younger, she was very open about her gift of being able to see spirits, but the shunning by her peers has caused her to turn her back on those who need her the most - spirits caught between two worlds. That is until her best friend Lilly Collins comes to her in the middle of the night and asks for her help. Lilly can’t remember what happened to her so finds herself in need of Olivia’s unique gifts.
Olivia’s younger sister, Coco, is also gifted with a unique set of skills - she can touch someone and know things about them that they would sometimes prefer to keep hidden. Together, the sisters set off on a sea voyage, from Ireland to America, intent on solving the mystery of Lilly’s untimely death.
Brody and Quinton Beaumont, fine-looking, eligible, southern American gentlemen, and heirs to a successful cotton empire, are twins hiding a deep dark secret. Their mother, Annabelle Beaumont, died eight years earlier on the night of their annual birthday winter ball, yet she continues to rule over their plantation home with an iron fist.
Olivia, drawn to no man, feels suddenly akin to Brody Beaumont, but she must figure out if she can trust him, and if he or his brother had anything to do with Lilly’s death.

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Excerpt 5 PG 13 Paranormal Spirit

Margo walked to the doorway carrying a tray of tea. “I was told that you were up, so I brought — what is it, ladies?” she questioned, bewildered by our blank stares.
“Shut the door!” I ordered.
Taking three steps back, Margot gently kicked the door shut with her foot. Then setting the tray down, she came over to where we stood. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
“If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes I would never have believed it,” I began. “What we say in this room, does not leave this room. Swear it. You too, Margot. Swear!” Both nodded their head. “Young Sam was preparing the fire and discussing strange occurrences in the house hold when something exploded down the chimney catching Sam’s pants on fire. He was nearly burned alive in front of me. Annabelle Beaumont did this.”
“Who is Annabelle Beaumont, and why haven’t I met her?” Coco asked before Margot could get the question out. I began to shake uncontrollably as tears formed in the back of my eyes.
“And yesterday when that stallion nearly trampled me, Annabelle was on the back of that stallion. I think she meant to kill me,” I said, swallowing the lump in my throat.
Touching my arm, Coco gasped as vision of both events flashed through her mind. She released my arm suddenly. “Olivia, we cannot stay here,” she cried.
Taking her shoulders in my hands, I said with a deadly calm, “Coco, you have to leave.”
“I will be only too happy to leave this place. I felt something was off when I walked through the door,” she stated through clenched teeth. “Why didn’t you say something?” she narrowed her eyes at me. “You saw her that night.”
“Saw who?” Margot asked suspiciously. “What are you both talking about?”
            “The woman whose portrait hangs over the fireplace downstairs,” I said, exasperated because Margo didn’t understand what I was trying to say. “Mrs. Annabelle Beaumont died eight years ago after the annual celebration. That is all I know so far. Please try to keep up, Margot.”
“We have to leave, today,” Coco stated emphatically.
“You have to leave. I’m staying.”
“You can’t be serious. I am not leaving here without you,” Coco insisted, stomping her foot for emphasis. 
“I’m mean it, Coco, you have to go before something bad happens to you. Tell her, Margot!”
“And I said I’m not leaving without you. If you stay, I stay,” she argued, petulantly lifting her chin.
“You are the most stubborn —” I began, then sniffed the air. A foul odor permeated my room, and I quickly turned to find Annabelle standing a mere three feet away. My sudden silence alerted both women that something was terribly wrong.
“Is it her, Olivia?” Coco asked, her voice shaking. I braced myself in front of them like a human shield, as if by shear will alone I could protect them from the evil that was Annabelle Beaumont.
Slowly nodding my head, Coco took ahold of my hand. Somehow I was comforted by her presence and the fact that I wasn’t alone.
“What is it that you want, Annabelle?” I asserted, with a voice that was neither confident nor potent. The noise of my heartbeat pounded between my ears, like waves hitting the shore. “Why do you stay earthbound, tormenting people?”
Annabelle simply smiled, narrowing her eyes as she advanced on me causing me to step back pushing Coco and Margot as I went. The sound of Annabelle as she threw her head back and laughed was more demonic than joyful, before she leveled her eyes at me. Hovering inches from my face, she smirked and vaporized into thin air, without answering the question.
I felt Coco’s hand trembling before turning loose and she dropped into a nearby chair, as I dropped to my knees on the floor. I was left feeling weak and breathless, as if someone had punched me in the gut. My breaths came out in harsh gasps for air as I omitted a guttural noise that was somewhere between a growl and a scream of frustration.
“Not a word of this incident is to ever pass from your lips, Catherine Elizabeth. Not one word,” I said more harshly than I intended. “And that goes double for you, Margot.”
“But Olivia…”
“I mean it. Not one word. Swear it!” I growled threateningly as I cut her off. “Swear this instant, Catherine Elizabeth!” I repeated when she didn’t instantly recite the oath. Letting out the breath she’d been holding, Coco conceded.
“Yes, yes, I swear. Not one word of what has transpired here, in this room this morning will ever pass from my lips, to another living soul, as long as I have breath in my body. I swear until the day I die.” Coco chafed, rolling her eyes as she repeated our childhood oath.
“Margot!” I bellowed, staring her down.
“You know my loyalty lies with you, Olivia,” Margot prefaced, “but your parents should know about this.”
“Margot, I’m afraid you are going to have to declare an oath of silence, on penalty of death.”
Margot looked at me and Coco, who pursed her lips and nodded her head, affirming the seriousness of the situation. “Fine!” she finally proclaimed, exasperated by our antics. “But you are both crazy,” Margot announced, leaving the room. “Hope you don’t mind pouring your own bloody tea. It’s probably cold to boot.”


Author Information


 Born in Riverside, California in 1963, my family and I moved to San Diego when I was nearly 8. I had a very rich life growing up, with my brother, David and best friend Gigi, for company. I was married to my current husband, David in 1998 and we moved to Herald, California in 2001. We have a blended family of 6 kids and enjoy the rural life on our 5 1/2 acre ranch, 45 minutes south of Sacramento. I love writing and creating stories that are different and intriguing. I like to give my readers a little something unexpected. I have always wanted to be a published author, but the timing never seemed right. Raising a family and working full time always took precedence. Shortly after I turned 50 I decided that it would never be the right time, and determined that I needed to live my truth and follow my dreams. So I began writing on a whim, and loved everything about it. My first book is out, and the second one is at the publishers, scheduled to be released, April 4, 2017. I am currently working on book 3 of my series, slated to release the first week in August, 2017. I am very excited about the future, and thrilled to be writing. I count my blessings every day because I know how truly lucky I am. Life is good.

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