Hacienda
Moon
KaSonndra
Leigh
Love, obsession,
and betrayal, the most powerful human emotions, are spun together in this
gothic novel. Tandie Harrison is a police medium who has just suffered a
divorce after losing both her psychic visions and her daughter in a car
accident. When she leaves New York City to start a new life near her hometown,
she moves into the alluring plantation house, Chelby Rose, and falls for its
charismatic caretaker, Eric Fontalvo. Their burgeoning affair ignites a
centuries old curse, ensnaring them in a web of danger, deceit, and intrigue.
Soon Tandie learns that in placid Bolivia, the worlds of the living and the
dead are dangerously connected.
Hacienda
Moon is a seductive tale of one woman’s journey to confront the demons of her
past and find the courage to face her future. It is a mesmerizing novel that
explores the deepest depths of human nature, and the characters will hold and
haunt you long after you have read the final chapter.
Excerpt
Crowds,
noise, loudspeakers, coffee smells: words to describe Raleigh-Durham’s airport.
There wasn’t much difference between New York’s JFK and North Carolina’s RDU.
Well, not where noise and crowds were concerned. An airport was still just
another way of transporting someone from one life-changing situation to the
next. And Tandie’s journey was about to begin all over again in a small town
located about twenty minutes away from where she grew up.
At
the conveyor belt, she picked up her two bags and headed toward the rental-car
section. With her head pounding from jet lag, Tandie took the keys from the
woman behind the counter and mentally practiced her driving route. Turning, she
collided with someone. Her handbag fell to the floor, scattering the contents.
Ready
to offer a chunk of her tired mind, she opened her mouth to complain, but
stopped right away. Her victim was a man. This wasn’t just any man, though. He
stood at least six-feet-tall, and had gorgeous dark hair flopping over a
ridiculously handsome face. Dressed in a dark-blue shirt and gray cargo pants,
the man knelt right away.
“I’m
sorry, ma’am,” he said, collecting Tandie’s items which included tampons and
sanitary napkins of all things to drop.
Their
eyes met. His hazel-green ones took in her features with one glance. Her
stomach flipped as if she were a young girl flirting with a cute guy. And something
hitched in her chest, teasing her with a vague memory.
His
muscular frame made him seem as if he could crush Tandie’s dainty little bag
with one good squeeze. His strong facial features, full lips, and dark olive
skin made him look Hispanic.
Damn
he’s sexy!
Tandie
concentrated on returning her things to the bag. If she were quick, then maybe
he wouldn’t see her embarrassing stuff. Too late. He’d already picked up her
little green Always bag and placed it back in the satchel without even
flinching.
Cringe
and die, won’t you?
“I’m
such an ox,” he said.
“You’re
not the clumsy one. I should watch where I’m going,” Tandie said, still too
embarrassed to look at his face. She was aware of him staring at her, even
though she couldn’t figure out why he was doing it.
Tandie’s
face flushed. Even her golden-brown skin must’ve turned crimson. Standing up
quickly, she stepped on the edge of her pants and stumbled backward. Her
unintentional hero caught her with ease, steadying her body. What else would
she add to her clutz list? She’d probably do something stupid like slip up and
grab his crotch by accident next.
“Thanks.
Again, I’m really sorry,” Tandie said and moved around him.
“Wait.
Can I carry your bags for you? It’s the least I can do,” he said in a voice to
match his looks.
“No.
I’ll be fine, thanks.” Tandie scurried off toward the rental car garage. Behind
her, she felt him watching as she walked away.
About the Author:
KaSonndra
Leigh was born in Charlotte, North Carolina. She now lives in the City of
Alchemy and Medicine, North Carolina. Her two sons, aka the X-Men, have made
her promise to write a boy book next.
She holds
the MFA in creative writing, and loves to play CLUE, Monopoly (the Indiana
Jones version), and Pandora's Box (good writer's block therapy). She lives in
an L-shaped house with a garden dedicated to her grandmother. It has a secret
library complete with fairies, Venetian plastered walls, and a desk made out of
clear blue glass.
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