The Possession Chronicles by Carrie Dalby Book Tour and Giveaway :)
Perilous
Confessions
The
Possession Chronicles Book 1
by
Carrie Dalby
Genre:
Supernatural Southern Gothic Family Saga
Their
love brought scandal and demons.
Lucy
Easton, an aspiring novelist, will do anything to help boost her
chances at publication—including betraying her family. But when she
crosses paths with the charismatic Alexander Melling, her aspiration
for success pales in comparison to the attraction she feels towards
him.
Alexander
is a young lawyer from a powerful family, striving to free himself
from his father’s shadow. The more time he spends with Lucy, the
more desperate he becomes to shed the secrets of his past—a past
which can destroy the both himself and the woman he’s falling in
love with.
While
Alexander struggles with his past sins, Lucy must decide whether
loving him is worth risking her own safety…and her heart.
From
gossip magazines to gleaming Mardi Gras balls, Lucy and Alex navigate
the Edwardian era in the Deep South with both passion and guilt.
Lucy
knelt and stood throughout Mass, but her heart and mind were set on
one person and it wasn’t the Lord. Toward the end of the service,
she removed her notepad and pen from her reticule, quickly fingering
Alexander’s handkerchief tucked inside. As reverent as possible,
she made her way to the portico. “Taking
notes on my church attending habits?” Alexander, dressed in a smart
grey suit with a coordinating derby, stepped out from between two of
the monstrous Doric columns that flanked the front of the cathedral. “More
like the lack thereof.” Lucy returned her items into her pouch and
accepted Alexander’s arm. “I
was there, Lucy.” As they descended the steps, the smell of his
sandalwood soap wafted over her like the first smell of peppermint at
Christmas — delicious and invigorating. “I sat a few rows back,
making sure you prayed when prompted, but I left twice as early to
avoid any suspicion of us leaving together.” They
exited the wrought iron gate that enclosed the church yard and paused
on the sidewalk. “And
just how discreet is strolling through town?” “It’ll
take the congregation a little while to catch up with our
activities.” Alexander winked. “Would you like me to walk you all
the way home or bring you to my house where we can pick up an
automobile?” “I’m
fine with the two mile walk. It’ll give us more time together,
though I’m sorry we live so far out of the way. My parents wanted a
bigger lot than those in the city for all of us to run around freely
when we were young. But don’t worry about me, I planned ahead.”
She stuck the toe of one of her sensible black boots out from the hem
of her dress. “I’m
pleased to know you aren’t a slave to fashion.” They went around
The Cathedral of the Immaculate Conception and headed west on the
paved sidewalk on Dauphin Street. “When
dealing with clothes passed down from three sisters from the previous
century, it’s difficult to be picky.” “You
always manage to look beautiful, though I’ve often wondered why you
don’t wear gloves like other ladies. Did your sisters wear them all
out?” Lucy’s
laughter rang like a silver bell. “I have several new pairs, but my
mother gave up trying to force me to wear them when I turned
eighteen. I need my fingers free to hold my pen.” Alexander
smiled. “There’s nothing less personal than the touch of a gloved
hand. I liked being able to feel you last night.” He placed his
right hand on top of hers on his arm, allowing his fingers to briefly
intertwine with hers. “I love how you shirk societal regulations,
going to church gloveless and wearing old boots under a fine dress.
Things like that shouldn’t matter, though they are often all that
are discussed by women in your social circle.” “My
circle is smaller than most.” “And
that’s just the thing! It’s refreshing to see that you don’t
fill your life with hollow relationships and cram your calendar with
worthless events. Lucy, I’m honored you allowed my foot in the door
of your cozy life.” If
they weren’t walking down the sidewalk midday, she would’ve
kissed him. As it was, she waited until they passed another couple
walking toward them, Alexander tipping his hat and nodding to them. “Your
whole self is invited into my world, Alexander,” she whispered. A
mischievous smile lit his face as Lucy gave him a look that
communicated she wanted more of the passion he’d spoken to her
about. He brushed his thumb over her cheek. “Soon.”
Murmurs
of Evil
The
Possession Chronicles Book 2
During
the spring of 1906, Magdalene Jones is hired to be a companion to
Ruth Melling at Seacliff Cottage, the Mellings' second home on Mobile
Bay. Magdalene's simple country upbringing is no match for high
society banter and a manor hour infested with demonic activity.
Alexander, the Mellings' bachelor son, and Magdalene find themselves
oppressed by demons playing upon their lusts. Claudio De Fiore--a
young Italian deacon training to become a priest--and newly arrived
from Scotland, Douglas Campbell, seek to protect Magdalene from the
evil within the walls but they themselves might be part of the
trouble.
Mr.
Melling turned to the far corner of the room, with what appeared to
be a smile. “Alexander, I’m sure you would be happy to entertain
Miss Jones until I return.” “Yes,
Father.” From a small settee, a solemn young man with wheaten hair
and a square jaw stood. While
Mr. Melling commanded distance and respect, the fresh, clean-shaven
face of Alexander Melling drew her in, despite his seriousness. Mr.
Melling and Captain Walker took their leave and Alexander came to
Magdalene’s side. “Welcome
to Seacliff Cottage. Where would you be more comfortable?”
Alexander motioned to both a chair and the matching settee in the
corner he’d vacated. “Here’s
fine, thank you.” Alexander
followed Magdalene to the settee, and then took a seat in the
armchair across from her. She tried not to study him, but with his
coloring at odds with the luxurious reds and mahogany furniture that
filled the space, it proved difficult to not turn toward the
brightest spot in the room. His blue eyes were the color of the sky
on a cloudy day, but they weren’t cold—though Magdalene was
certain they could be. Alexander’s pleasing looks caused an ache to
open within. Her social time the last few years consisted of her
father and his apprentices at mealtimes, church functions, and
occasional dinners with extended family. Being this close to a man
stirred memories of William and the future she could have had if he
hadn’t left her the week before their wedding. As
though seeing the melancholy on her face, Alexander offered his
assistance. “I’m sure it’s been a long day for you, Miss Jones.
Since Father is gone and no one needs to be the wiser, would you care
for a tonic to help you through the remainder of your day?” He
motioned to the side table, where a silver trimmed decanter trio
stood at the ready. “We aren’t a household to shy away from the
occasional drink.” Magdalene
clasped her hands in her lap. “No, thank you. I’m quite
comfortable for the time. I understand sympathies are in order.” “I
need no one’s sympathy, but thank you nonetheless.” “I’m
sorry to speak out of turn. I know it’s difficult to lose someone.” Alexander
walked to the mantel and retrieved a framed photograph that was
tucked under the drape of the veiled mirror. “You have no idea of
the oppression, but you will soon enough.” Hesitant
to touch the gilded frame, Magdalene took the cold thing in her
hands, but the face staring back chilled her more. Large, haunting
eyes, like her brother’s—but accompanied by the piercing glare of
Mr. Melling—was an image she would not soon forget. “That
was taken on her fifteenth birthday. A painting in her cotillion gown
hangs in the upstairs hallway, but Mother has it veiled. And, of
course, she has Eliza’s final photograph by her bedside. There are
some things Mother doesn’t like to share.” “She’s
lovely. Do you both take after your mother?” she asked as he took
his seat. His
laugh sounded bitter, but the smile that broke the grief on his face
was worth the awkwardness between them. “You’ll be hard-pressed
to find out anytime soon.” “I
was under the impression Mrs. Melling is here as I am to be her
companion.” Alexander
scoffed. “But of course she’s here. I assess Father did a poor
job interviewing you. He was probably afraid to scare off a naïve
country girl and conveniently forgot to supply you with all the
details about the lady of the house, you poor soul.” Magdalene
sprung off her seat, fists clenched at her side and her pert head
high. “You can be sure I’m neither naïve nor to be pitied.” Alexander
rose, meeting her fierce gaze with an expression near admiration. He
turned to the side table and opened a decanter. “It’s good to see
you have pluck. You’ll need it in the days ahead.” He offered her
a crystal chalice of amber liquid. Magdalene
saw it as a challenge. Trying to prove she wasn’t a girl to be
pushed around, she took the glass. Their hands touched in the
exchange of the goblet. She never knew a man’s hand to be so soft,
un-callused. A thrill went up her arm and she kept her eyes on his as
she slung back the drink and returned the empty glass into his still
outstretched hand. Then
the burn inside her empty stomach struck, followed by coughing.
Alexander took her elbow and eased her to the settee. After
the wracking coughs subsided, he touched a strand of her brunette
hair that had shaken loose, tucked it behind her ear, and then rested
his hand on her shoulder. “We were supposed to toast and then sip,
you impulsive thing.” If
her chest wasn’t already seized with burning, it would have
engulfed in flames. Not since William had someone touched her so
tenderly. Breathless from coughing, Alexander’s nearness flooded
her with yearning to absorb all the sensations around her. She wanted
to stroke the velvet of the cushion and inhale the different scents
of the various decanters. Then dizziness struck, causing her to close
her eyes and lean her cheek on the top of Alexander’s hand. He
gently removed his hand from her shoulder, and though in that moment
she wished he wouldn’t let go, relief enveloped her when he did. A
tear welled in her eye and she turned away from him. “Guess
you aren’t up to brandy.” Alexander patted her knee. “Here,
take this. It will help clear your head and hide the odor. We don’t
want Father or Mother thinking you have trouble with the bottle.” Magdalene
discretely wiped her eye and turned to accept the mint. After it
melted on her tongue, she could breathe easier and ventured to speak.
“I hope you don’t think less of me.” “On
the contrary. I have more respect for you than when you arrived.”
Alexander poured himself a drink. “And respect is no cheap thing.
It’s something you have to earn, and many people find the price to
win the respect of a Melling too high.” He
raised the leaded crystal glass and leaned toward her. “This is how
it’s done properly.” It
was easy for Magdalene to watch him drink. Soon one of her fingers
followed the scrolling pattern on the settee and ventured closer to
Alexander on the other end. He set the empty glass on the table and
smiled. “You
need to pace yourself, Miss Jones.” She
hiccupped, covered her mouth with her wandering hand, and smiled.
“Please call me Magdalene.” “The
Lord will strike me down for getting you drunk on your first day.”
He crossed himself. The
feeling of lightness Magdalene first experienced turned heavy. She
gripped the armrest with her left hand and used her right to brace
herself from falling onto Alexander. “Oh,
for the sake of all things holy, please don’t pass out.”
Alexander rang a silver bell from the side table. When the butler
came, he gave swift instructions to fetch food and tea from the
kitchen. “Come
on, Miss Jones.” He stood in front of her and held out his hands.
“You need to get up and moving.” “I’d
rather take a nap.” Her arms went limp and she started to lean to
the right. “Oh,
no, you don’t.” Alexander caught the weight of her upper body as
he dropped to the settee beside her. His left arm went around her
waist and his right nudged her head so it nestled on his chest rather
than slipping toward his lap. She
looked up at him, brown eyes dewy and wide. “I feel fuzzy, like a
peach.” “Miss
Jones.” He leaned forward with her. “If we don’t stand up now,
I may regret whatever I do next even more than I do giving you that
drink.” She
wobbled so much he had no choice but to tuck her against him, pulling
her to his chest as he stood. “Mother Mary, make me strong,” he
muttered as he fought to distance himself from her without letting
her fall. “Are
we dancing, Mr. Melling?” He
slowly shuffled her toward the fireplace. “Mr. Melling is my
father. Call me Alexander, Miss Jones.” “And
I told you to call me Magdalene.” She straightened her back so she
wasn’t completely dependent on him. “That’s
possible only when we’re alone.” She
looked up at him. “And how often is that going to happen?” “Not
often enough.”
Carrie
Dalby, a California native, has lived in Mobile, Alabama, since 1996.
She’s published several non-fiction articles in national and
international magazines, served two terms as president of Mobile
Writers Guild, worked as the Mobile area Local Liaison for SCBWI from
2012-2017, and volunteers with Metro Mobile Literacy Council’s
annual Young Author events whenever possible. When Carrie’s
not reading, writing, browsing bookstores/libraries, or
homeschooling, she can often be found knitting or attending concerts.
Carrie’s two young
adult novels are Fortitude(historical) and Corroded
(contemporary). Fortitude is listed as a “Best History Book for
kids” with Grateful American Foundation for its historical
accuracy and being an engaging read for fifth through tenth graders.
Her current project
is a historical Gothic family saga for adults, The Possession
Chronicles. The first book in the series, Perilous Confessions,
released in January 2019 from Bienvenue Press and the second book,
Murmurs of Evil releases June 11, 2019.
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