Book 1: Postcards from Paris One night ruined our friendship, ten years down the drain. We had been everything for each other. Elijah was my rock, my brick. He had been there through my parents’ divorce, my many breakups, and we had started a magazine out of my garage together. We built that baby from the ground up. Then I got an email that would change my life; 10,000 flier miles, the world at my fingertips… You know when you wish you could remember what you did wrong, but it just won't come to you? That was my life these days. My best friend, Rochelle, was gone. Alicia, my wife, was always working, the only bright light these days was my nephew Mikey. Until the mysterious postcards started arriving from Paris one day. I knew they were from her. Ah, Oui. I carry her secret, and my own. I love to cook, I love her, and her past makes me wish I wasn't a non-violent man. I have loved her from the moment she set foot in the cafe, she is Mon Amour. Book 2: Postcards from America Paris has never been home, not this stuffy mansion, not Father, nor my American mother— Rochelle. I may be the heir to his fortune, but I hate I’m expected to already be grown and responsible. Tomorrow I turn eighteen, and I discovered a secret. Marceau isn’t my real father. My life is a lie. My real father is in America, and he used to write me postcards. Why did they keep this from me? Things were never the same after Dad died in the war, even though I was almost to young to remember. I guess mom saw too much of him in me, even though I’m adopted. I’m a pilot like him, and I’ve never felt more at home than soaring through the clouds at 20,000 feet. A move halfway across my world, and a new college is just what the doctor ordered. Life is great with Uncle Elijah, until Elise shows up with her Frenchitude. I don’t know if I like her… yet. He loves and wants me. He thought he was doing what was best, staying away. Will my newfound freedom come at a cost when I fall for my cousin? Is America my forever home? Book 3: Postcards from Moscow I'm running from my past. Well, not all of it. Just some of it. I don't know if I will ever dance again, but I know I can teach. When the jerk dropped me, he broke me. I wasn't expecting the first postcard from Vasily, so I scoffed. Why would I want to talk with someone who could do something I couldn't? But, my mother had taught me not to be rude, and I responded anyway. When I saw Jacquellyn Arnolt's name on the list of injured dancers I could write to, I almost didn't do it. She's close to my age, but my French is not the best. We only have one thing in our love of dance. I am thrilled to get her postcard back, and respond right away. When she tells me she's coming to Moscow, I am terrified. We know we can help each other, but can we learn from each other? Ballet has broken us and built us, but will it completely destroy us in the end? Beauty hides under the bright lights of the ballet, amidst the lure of Russia’s most beautiful city.
Rebekah Dodson is a prolific word weaver of romance, fantasy, and science fiction novels. Her works include the series Postcards from Paris, The Surrogate, The Curse of Lanval series, several stand alone novels, and her upcoming YA novel, Clock City. She has been writing her whole life, with her first published work of historical fiction with 4H Clubs of America at the age of 12, and poetry at the age of 16 with the National Poetry Society. With an extensive academic background including education, history, psychology and English, she currently works as a college professor by day and a writer by night.