She was only a newborn when she was left on the kitchen steps of the orphanage one blustery winter morning. A tiny white kitten shared her wicker basket. Due to the tiny rose shaped birthmark she found on her shoulder, the Scottish cook named her Rose Winter. It was the Matron who reported it was Satan’s thumbprint and took pleasure in punishing her for the slightest offences. Locked in a cage in the cellar, she found friends among the dead who still lingered in the converted manor house. She was only ten when she ran away with her cat upon learning of Matron’s plan to send her to a work camp. Lost and afraid, she came upon a Roma clan that took them both into their hearts. As the years passed, the woman she came to know as Granny decided it was time to tell her fortune. One that revealed her life path would take her beyond their protection to a dark place of horrors where danger, love, and death awaited her. That day came when she and her cat stumbled upon the ancestral home of the Montcliffes.
I began my actual writing career as a journalist and then a TV scriptwriter, but loved putting words together to form images/thoughts/feelings almost as soon as I could grasp a pencil. There are six things important to me...well, most important to me: To love unconditionally, to always keep a sense of 'wonder', to always be kind, to find joy in simple things, to never take myself too seriously, and to make sure I don't leave this earth with a list of "if only I hads" trailing behind me. I've taken many 'leaps of faith' in my time and, so far, have landed on my feet or, in one case, on a dilapitated houseboat with my dog, and a lot of enthusiasm. I named her 'Sanctuary Annie' and hoped for the best. I knew nothing about boats, couldn't swim and wondered how long she would stay afloat. In the middle of the night, when my dog jumped up to join me on the antique Victorian bed I had moved on board, I would check to see if he was wet, knowing, if so, we were both in big trouble. But Sanctuary Annie hung in there, even surviving a hurricane, when others around her were not so fortunate. Living in the small marina, with the sea as my back yard, I found a profound sense of peace..and the love of my life....my Jim, captain of 'Wings', a beautiful racing sloop that flies across the water, when the wind fills her sails. I often think how much I would have missed out on, if I hadn't taken that leap of faith and followed my heart. Life is meant to be lived and I intend to keep on doing just that.
I need to go look for more stand alone books by Merebeth James. I normally prefer series, and I have read many of the Raven Sisters series, but this was better.
Merabeth James has done it again. Another wonderfully written story with great characters. You truly won't want to put it down. I can't wait to see what she does next.