Web of Echoes by Melody Ash Book Tour and Giveaway :)
Deep
Echoes
Web
of Echoes Book 1
by
Melody Ash
Genre:
Time Travel Adventure
She's
a no-holds-barred, kick-butt, don't-cover-the-ugly-parts
archaeologist. History wants to teach her a lesson.
The
journey begins with a backpack and lip gloss.
Caitlin
Benoit finds her blood quickened by a new, intriguing site. An
initial exploration leads to the discovery of a mysterious river rock
with peculiar etchings. Puzzled, she breaks all the rules to examine
the stone closer.
When
she brushes away the dirt, 2017 folds away to leave Caitlin standing
in pre-Civil War Charleston. As she tries to work out how she time
traveled to 1859, Caitlin learns the terrifying risk she poses even
while she tries to return home.
Chapter One
The
French Chateau rose into view, first with its vibrant blue slate
rooftop, then the limestone exterior, a graceful contrast of color
breaking through the vibrant green of the North Carolina forests. A
hidden treasure now exposed for world review. Caitlin Benoit's pace
slowed, her long legs basking in the rays of the warm southern sun.
Other visitors hurried past her, more concerned with getting inside
the house than enjoying the view or understanding the history of a
Gilded Age estate. She tussled the thick curls she'd inherited from
her father—dark brown like his, highlighted by her mother's gold,
Caucasian coloring. Anyone's quick glance would see a woman with a
healthy, year-round tan. She'd inherited that from both parents—a
good mix of her mother's European ancestors and her father's African
roots. And she was equally proud of both sides of her heritage as it
helped shape and define her passion for research and exploration into
the past. But,
she reminded herself, this visit to the Biltmore Estate wasn't work.
This was a vacation. A break from exploring a history in slave trade
around the world in all its ugly incarnations. This was a break, and,
she thought with a sigh, one much needed. Caitlin
stepped into the heavy foot traffic and followed other tourists to
the front of the chateau. As she edged closer to the house, her phone
rang, and Caitlin rolled her eyes. Just an afternoon to herself—it
couldn't be that much to ask. Should have left the device in the car. She
pulled the phone from a pocket and glanced at the name; a soft smiled
played across her lips. "Hey,
Sean. You're lucky I like you." He
chuckled. "I knew that, but why?' She
pressed a finger against one ear to drown out the surrounding voices
and laughter. "I'm getting ready to go inside the Biltmore
Estate. When the phone rang, I was ready to wring the neck of whoever
was interrupting my vacation." Caitlin smiled sweetly at a man
who'd turned around with a raised brow. As he turned and returned his
attention to his family, she shook her head. People could be so
nosey. "Biltmore,
huh?" Sean asked. "How do you feel about a side trip?" Caitlin
stepped out of line, nodded to the people behind her. "Side
trip? Why would I do that?" "I
found something you might be interested in." Her
stomach did the familiar flip any new discovery brought with it. Even
after ten years of working in the field, new sites still made her
blood race. "Oh?" To
make matters worse, she could hear the smile through the phone. Sean
knew he had her undivided attention. "A local builder was
clearing ground for a new factory, found the remains of what appears
to be slave shacks." The
flips erupted into a full-on explosion. "Has an archaeological
team been called in yet?" "Yeah.
You." She
laughed. They'd graduated college at the same time and, along with
another friend, Jenny, formed a team quickly respected by the
archaeological community. Friends, colleagues, and, she liked to
think, one of the best teams in the business. They grew together,
made mistakes together, polished their skills together, understood
how each other worked. Her team. The best there was. "I
like that. Where are you?" Caitlin asked. "Just
north of Charleston. Should be about a four-hour drive from where you
are." She
nodded, glanced at the Biltmore Estate with a passing shade of
disappointment, then turned and headed back down the driveway. The
vacation didn't have to be canceled, just postponed. "I'm far
too predictable. You knew I'd come running." "Predictable
is not a word I'd use to describe Caitlin Benoit, but in this case, I
had a pretty good hunch. But just in case you need further incentive,
the shacks aren't all that was found." "I'm
already on my way. You don't have to play dirty." He
laughed. "I found a stone. Looks like Hoodoo symbols are carved
into it." She
trotted the rest of the way to the car. A stone with writing meant a
gold mine to treasure seekers. If word got out, she'd never make it
on time. "Was it pulled from the site already?" "No,
it's waiting for you." "Has
it been made public yet?" "You
know me better than that, Caitlin. Don't worry. The whole site has
been taped off. You have first dibs, so don't kill yourself getting
here." As
he finished the sentence, Caitlin's foot was already stomping against
the pedal, tires screeching from the parking space as other visitors
to Biltmore stared at her in wonder. "You take all the fun out
of everything." "Someone
has to. I'll see you in a couple hours." "You
said it would take about four to get to you." "Right.
And the way you drive, it'll be two." Caitlin
said goodbye and ended the call, cranked up the volume on a favorite
mix of songs spanning three decades, and turned onto I-26 East. She
settled in the seat, ready for the ride through the Carolina
mountains. Her mind raced over the possibilities. A carved stone
found at the site of slave shack remains. Hoodoo and Voodoo were both
widely practiced religions among early slaves, both faiths a thick
blend of Christian beliefs blended with African rituals. The stone
wasn't a big surprise. Simple tools of their faith, like a rock, were
easy to hide from the plantation masters who didn't want their
workforce dabbling in what would have been seen as witchcraft. A rock
in the corner of a house? Who would look twice at that? "But
every find tells a bigger story." Caitlin pressed harder on the
pedal, the Jeep barely twitching in response. What remained of the
Antebellum South had been romanticized, the best of the slave
quarters far less characteristic of what many were forced to live in.
Brick houses with well-constructed walls and fireplaces were not
commonplace, and the more characteristic wooden structures long since
destroyed. Studying
this period of American history always placed Caitlin in an odd
juxtaposition between the two separate histories that coursed through
her veins and shared her heart. Maybe that was why it captivated her
so much. To
travel back in time, to see the histories merge into one clumsy
choreographed dance. "I'd
have to be invisible, but it'd be interesting." She looked
across the rich jade forests lining either side of the highway. "But
since that's not a possibility, I'll keep digging." After
all, digging was what she was meant to do.
Northern
Echoes
Web
of Echoes Book 2
She's
a no-holds-barred, kick-butt, don't-cover-the-ugly-parts
archaeologist. History wants to teach her a lesson.
Adventures
are launched with a parlor and a sword.
Caitlin
Benoit assumed the next destination would be her time, her world.
Instead, the stone thrusts her further into the past and onto a
different continent. Now in 1831 England, she's discovered by
William, the Duke of Lancaster. By sheer luck, he's willing to allow
her into his manor.
While
she fights to gain a footing in this new time, Caitlin discovers the
stone also ripped John from Charleston. Everything she thought she
knew about how the stone worked is false, and neither of them
understand how to escape the grip of the past.
As
they work to uncover the mystery of the stone, an acquaintance of the
Duke plots an intricate scheme certain to destroy them all. She and
John must solve the puzzle, in an unknown amount of time, or risk
getting stuck--or buried--in 1831.
Sunken
Echoes
Web
of Echoes Book 3
She's
a no-holds-barred, kick-butt, don't-cover-the-ugly-parts
archaeologist. History wants to teach her a lesson.
Discovery
has an hourglass and a necklace.
Caitlin
lands hard on the decks of an infamous ship--with only 24 hours
before it sinks, and John is missing.
Trapped
in 1912 on the Titanic, sand is slipping through the hourglass as she
tries to jump ship before it plunges to the bottom of the Atlantic
Ocean. She meets Elizabeth, a woman with valuable knowledge about
time travel and how it works. Yet nothing is ever easy, and her new
friend's memory proves to be unreliable.
As
Caitlin searches for John, the grains of time slip away. She must put
the pieces together, or she'll find herself in lying in a cursed
grave at the bottom of the ocean.
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Melody
grew up loving the endless possibilities fantasy and Sci-Fi held
between their pages or played on the big screen. At age ten, she
picked up a pencil and began coming up with stories of her own that
toyed with other worlds and the mysteries of this one.
When
she's not delving into the worlds created by words, she's digging
into Ghiradelli chocolates and creating memories with her families.
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