Destiny's Plan - Destiny's Series Book 1 By Victoria Saccenti
Destiny's Plan
Destiny's
Series Book 1
By
Victoria Saccenti
Genre:
Historical Romance
One
empty bus seat. Two aching hearts. A future written by Fate…
When
Raquelita Muro’s overbearing mother rips her and her little sister
away from their beloved Papa, one tiny, rebellious corner of
Raquelita’s heart is grateful that the bus is crowded, and the only
seat left is out of Mama’s sight. Next to a handsome young
man.
Matthew
Buchanan’s beautiful traveling companion is more than something
pretty to look at before he ships out for Viet Nam. Deep in her sad,
whisky-colored eyes he glimpses a new dream to replace the ones he’s
leaving behind. It breaks his heart to leave Raquelita in her
tyrannical mother’s hands, but she gifts him with a token of love
and a tender promise to exchange letters in secret.
But
their first, shy “hello” has reached the ears of Fate. Fate is in
the mood to see how far it can push two lonely hearts—to the brink
of temptation, desperation, and despair—before they break. Perhaps
beyond any hope of healing…
Destiny’s Plan — Scene
Matthew glanced out the window and
smiled. Night had fallen upon them. He’d lost track of time and
forgotten his troubled thoughts thanks to the young woman sitting
next to him. Her mirth and exuberance were infectious. She used her
hands to speak, creating curious shapes in the air, which he
visualized with total enchantment. While the minutes and hours passed
imperceptibly, they had covered all sorts of topics, from the weather
on the road to his assignment at Fort Benning’s Airborne School.
Even the odd color of the lady’s wig two rows ahead didn’t escape
their happy commentary. Raquelita was a delicious combination of
naïveté and awareness and was delightfully engaged in every word he
said. This genuine attention was much needed sustenance for his soul.
“Let’s forget about everyone on the
bus,” he said. “Tell me more about you. Where were you born?”
“San Antonio. My parents are from
Spain, born on the outskirts of Jerez de la Frontera.”
“The land of Don Quixote and Sancho
Panza,” he said. “A legendary country full of history and
romance. I’ve seen pictures and read a ton of books. I hope to
visit one day.”
“Gracious, you’ve heard of El
Ingenioso?”
“You bet. Don Quixote was a
reading elective in school. Darned difficult, but I managed.”
Matthew paused for a moment. “Jerez isn’t close to La Mancha, is
it?”
“Not at all. Jerez is near the coast
in the province of Andalucía, south and west of La Mancha,” she
explained, adopting a cute tutorial attitude. “The region is known
for its music, historical monuments, its prized sherry wine, and
majestic horses.”
“Mysterious Andalucía. The Moors
fought so hard to hold it.” His eyebrows gathered as he spoke.
“Lorca was from Granada. His poetry was musical and raw in one
breath, like The Sleepwalking Ballad, or La Guitarra.
It’s a pity he died so young.”
“Yes, a tragic casualty of the
Spanish Civil War.” Speaking to Matthew was like sifting through a
treasure chest full of surprises, one more enticing than the last.
She had the oddest desire to touch him, ensure he was real. “So you
know La Guitarra?”
“Oh no. I’m not going to embarrass
myself by reciting Spanish.” A faint flush rose on his face. “It’s
bad enough I mix up my locations.”
“My father and I used to recite it
together.” In her softest voice, she spoke:
Empieza
el llanto de la guitarra.
Se
rompen las copas de la madrugada.
Empieza
el llanto de la guitarra.
Es
inútil callarla
Es
imposible callarla.
Words flowed out of her lips, her
fingertips flitted like butterflies, and notes filled Matthew’s
ears, full, vibrant, and warm. “You have it, el duende comes
to you,” he said.
“Me? No.”
“Yes. You. I know Lorca’s poems,
but I’ve never heard them in Spanish. The genie glimmers on
your face and moves through your hands. The music comes to you. He
comes to you.”
“How do you know so much? Very few
people outside Spain know about the genie, much less feel or hear
it.”
“The teacher who helped me survive
Don Quixote knew my appreciation of Lorca’s works and lent
me several books. One had a lecture Lorca gave in Buenos Aires. It
was outstanding. The images Lorca presented inspired the reader’s
imagination. He spoke of dark sounds. According to him, el duende
is the hidden spirit of a doleful Spain. Please, please say more.”
Raquelita smiled and continued:
Useless to silence it
Impossible to silence
it.
“That was lovely,” he whispered.
“You are enchanting.”
“Oh.” She blushed.
“Lita.” The stern sound sliced the
air. Isabel and her deep scowl stood next to their seats. Her gaze
shifted suspiciously from her daughter to Matthew. “Is everything
all right, Lita?”
“Y-yes, everything’s fine.
Mamá…this is Matthew. We’ve been talking for a while. I’ve
told him a little about us and our family.”
“Lita. Do not pester people
with your little stories and inane fancies. Travelers like privacy.
Uh…nice to meet you…Matthew, is it? I hope Lita doesn’t annoy
you too much.” Isabel arched an eyebrow at Raquelita, and
before Matthew could speak, she pivoted and headed to her seat.
Matthew watched the angry woman go. Why
would a mother humiliate her daughter in public? If her purpose was
to smother her daughter’s spirit, she’d managed to do so. He’d
spent the past few hundred miles relishing Lita’s joie de vivre; he
didn’t wish to sit through the next hundred without it. He blurted
the first thing that came to his mind. “Lita, you can say anything
you want. I love your voice.”
“You do?”
“Yes, and I love our conversations.
Heck, I can’t remember the last time I discussed music, geography,
and poetry in a single exchange.”
“If I bore you, will you tell me?”
Her expression was serene, but her earlier mirth had disappeared.
“Impossible. You could never bore
me,” he murmured, hoping his sweet girl would return. “How
far are you traveling? Where’s your last stop?” Matthew
continued, but seconds after he asked, he knew the subject was
trouble.
“We…we are going to Ocala.”
“Ocala?”
“Yes.”
“Are you meeting your father there?”
Her grimace deepened, and he wanted to kick himself. “Raquelita, if
you don’t wish to talk…”
“Please, don’t think… I really
like talking to you… He’s not coming. My parents are divorced.
We’re moving to another state.” She choked out the three
statements, and turned to the aisle.
He murmured reassurances to no avail.
She still looked away. He placed two fingers under her trembling
chin, and she did not resist when he turned her face toward his. Her
cheeks were damp, her irises sparkled like gems, and her lashes were
heavy with moisture. She looked at him with undiluted trust and an
emotion he couldn’t identify.
This guileless young woman with her
soulful eyes, shimmering brown locks, and golden skin had captured
him. The pull was inescapable. Matthew slipped his hand under hers.
“I would give half my soul to take your pain away.” He lifted the
delicate fingertips for a feathery kiss.
Raquelita stared
in fascination. The strong hands she’d admired earlier had grasped
her hand as if she were a fragile porcelain doll. She felt safe. She
felt protected. She felt secure. Other than for rare moments with her
father, Lita lived in a cold, affectionless wasteland, under the
strict rule and discipline of a rigid mother. With a simple brush of
his lips, Matthew had infused her soul with life-giving warmth. She
knew then, to the marrow in her bones, she was bound to him. She
would never feel this close to anyone in life again.
“Talk to me, Lita. I’m on your
side.”
Their gazes locked.
“I believe you, Matthew.”
Hovering above, the
ancient women watched.
Destiny's Choice
Destiny's
Series Book 2
No
one evades Fate. Especially when the escape route is cracked and full
of holes.
As
a naïve young woman, Marité Muro nearly drowned in a maelstrom of
confusing emotions stirred by two very different men. One whose
tortured soul tugged at her heart, another whose scorching touch made
her innocent body want…more.
Four
years in a Spanish prep school gave her time to gain perspective, and
now she’s come home to Florida knowing what she wants. The one man
she’s never been able to forget, and she’s ready to prove their
age difference is no obstacle.
Viet
Nam left scars on Brian MacKay, some visible, some invisible—and
infinitely more dangerous. His war buddy’s little sister has
ripened into a tempting, irresistible woman, but she is forbidden
fruit. Yet she challenges his resolve until, in a moment of weakness,
his demons slip free.
Marité
isn’t sure why the man who held her closer than skin is suddenly
holding her at arm’s length, but she isn’t afraid to fight for
what she wants. Even when someone returns from the past who could
destroy everything. Her home. Her family. And Brian’s love.
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Destiny's Way
Destiny's
Series Book 3
Destiny
can show the way home...if it can navigate the shadows of
Fate.
Brian
MacKay’s love for Marité Muro burns with the heat of an eternal
flame. But when he catches her cousin, Michael, forcing an unwanted
kiss upon her, Brian’s jealousy comes dangerously close to flaring
out of control.
In
a moment of despair, he packs his bags and boards a plane for Round
Rock, convinced Marité will be better off with anyone else. Someone
younger. Someone who isn’t dragging around a crippling load of
baggage—and PTSD-fueled demons.
Anger
tears at Marité’s heart as she flees to her Abuela’s home. Anger
at Brian for abandoning her so easily. At Michael for trying to
reignite their past infatuation. Mostly, anger at herself for
realizing too late that it’s past time to grow up, take
responsibility for her own part in the debacle, and fight for the
only man she’ll ever love.
But
Fate has a few more tricks to play before Brian and Marité find the
strength to reconcile. Some that haunt Brian’s war-torn mind.
Another threatening from Michael’s dangerous ambitions. And one
tiny, fragile miracle growing under Marité’s heart, with the power
to heal their past and seal their future. If it lives long enough to
draw its first breath…
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A native of Cuba, Victoria grew up in the nucleus of the prestigious Alonso family, founders of the National Cuban Ballet. The artistic environment fostered her writing spirit and an insatiable curiosity to explore the world and meet different cultures. She writes romance and generational sagas with complex emotional content, as the human condition in all its forms is her favorite theme. She is the author of Destiny's Plan, Destiny's Choice, and Destiny's Way, and a contributor to The Ultimate Guide to Dorothy Dunnett's THE GAME OF KINGS, by Laura Caine Ramsey. Central Florida is home, but if she could convince her husband, she would pack her computer and move to Scotland, a land she adores.
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