My newest novella, a double treat, a contemporary/historical romance novella, Love’s Timeless Secret Revealed

Marianne Dora Rose presents two love stories entwined, one-hundred twenty-five years apart, yet linked by one thread, Love’s Timeless Secret.  Presently available at Smashwords.com as an ebook.  Shortly to be released on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and as a paperback via Amazon. Following on The Driscoll Saga novellas, we’ve heard Driscoll’s Lady (Leatrice), Driscoll’s Daughter (Lexie), Driscoll’s younger son, Calvin, and now his elder son, Thomas, a young Montana History professor.  His story is a double treat (two romances entwined)  as he reads a diary scripted during the 1890s by a mail order bride in Butte, Montana, a mining town that grew around Silver Bow Creek Valley, a natural concave that sat high in the Rockies straddling the Continental Divide. The small town was often referred to as “the Richest Hill on Earth.” Gold, silver and copper were mined in the caves and open pits, above and below the ground, surrounding the small town.

In the present, Thomas Driscoll, elder son of Leatrice and Seth Driscoll, teaches Montana History at his local college, along with an Adult Ed course. When he suggests an optional paper on memoirs garnered from his students’ own past relatives. Janice Miller, the plainest student in his Adult Education class, prim and proper, every facial feature in its place, but no spice, bland, brings him a diary she discovered in an old trunk in her attic, scripted by her great grandmother, several times removed, Elspeth Gillian.  Elspeth is a lonely young woman, living in the 1890s, not beautiful or alluring, passed over for prettier and docile, younger ladies. Her only recourse is escape or a forced marriage of last resort, even if her escape should lead her to yet another uncertain future. She needs to be loved, not used. At a time in history when women had few rights, and even less say in their futures, Elspeth has the courage to create her own future.

As Tom reads the diary, he can’t help visualizing Janice as Elspeth as he discovers Love’s Timeless Secret.

EXCERPTS: It was difficult not to notice her. She was the plainest girl in the Adult Ed class he taught in the evening. Most of his students were past their forties, well dressed, even in casual wear, and interested in the history of the Montana country, USA. They had passed and left behind the garment fads of their youth. He doubted that Janice Ellison, who was only a few weeks younger than him, had ever succumbed to any fad. There was something about her that cried, prim and proper always.  No makeup.  Each facial feature in its proper place, but bland, no spice. She was intelligent, though, despite she’d left college after only one year. He could read the earnest interest in her eyes as she listened to him lecture on the subject closest to his heart, the history of Montana.

Elspeth’s Diary (circa 1890s):

     When my father told me he had accepted Mr. Grady’s proposal to marry me, I reasoned with myself that at my age and unattractiveness, any proposal was worth a second look. But the moment I met Mr. Grady, my heart plummeted. He was a grey-haired, dried up, stiff-nosed, and boney old man, unpalatable qualities I might have overlooked, for a kinder soul than my father’s, until he began to speak about his estate, his money, his need to sire an heir. He spoke coldly, logically, his pin nose wrinkling with distaste when I asked him a question important to me.

      “How do you feel about our good Lord and his command to be kind and charitable?” His reply sent chills up my spine. 

     “Young woman, the reason I’ve retained my wealth and my position in life, is that I see through these attempts to control my emotions, my actions and my purse strings.”

     I glanced at my father.  He nodded with approval.  A man after his own heart. “Is that what you intend teaching your offspring?” I asked Mr. Grady.

     “I will teach my son the value of monetary possessions and how to protect the estate I intend passing on to him; prepare him to avoid emotional entanglements and always use logic and reason, not transitory feelings when making decisions.”

     My impassioned refusal right to his face, shocked him. My father quickly told him, “You see my dilemma. She needs a firm hand to relieve her of impractical notions. With her looks she has nothing to offer, except her womanly duties and procreative capabilities. If you will have her, I will see to it that she accepts your proposal, willingly.”

     I gasped at the threat in his voice, understanding at last my deceased mother’s sadness during her married life. My sweet mother, warm, tenderhearted, giving.  Luckily, because I was a girl and not entitled by law to inherit, my raising had been left to my mother.  But the angels spirited her soul to heaven too soon, leaving a grieving daughter to the care of an insensitive, cold, hardened father, without other children, especially a longed-for son….

http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/740467

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My Newest Novella – Sharon and the Beast

Here it is, my newest novella under my pen name Marianne Dora Rose.

Sharon and the Beast – a clean, sensitive, inspirational, mystery romance, about two kindred spirits, one in torment, and the other searching for true inner beauty.

Sharon wondered what had possessed her to follow the butler carrying the covered food tray through the hidden door behind the tapestry of the golden-haired prince robed in black and red velvet. The answer, of course, was her yen to meet the elusive owner of the sixteenth century, moss-tinged, weatherworn, greystone edifice. His paintings intrigued her, and the myths and legend surrounding him. He’d inherited the castle ten years ago with the passing of his father. But unlike his late father, the son was a recluse who rarely left the castle. The warmth and beauty he expressed in his landscapes and portraits were not at all what she expected from an eccentric artist who signed his works, Beast . Those few times he’d been spotted entering or exiting his black limousine had been under the cover of night. Occasionally, he exhibited his works at gallery exposés, but only his agent participated at the exhibitions. Well, that wouldn’t do, Sharon thought. She wanted to meet the man himself. Ergo, her presence this morning in the stygian darkness of the narrow hallway behind the tapestry and door she had just entered….

Not your face, not your stature,
not even your heart intrigues me.
But the beauty of your soul mesmerizes me.
(Copyright by Paula Freda
writing as Marianne Dora Rose)

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Sharon and the Beast

Sharon and the Beast – available as ebook and paperback

 

 

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Christmas StockingStuffers for hearts of all ages

Here’s a partial list of Christmas stocking stuffers, inexpensive and promising hours of clean, wholesome reading filled with deep emotion, laughter, inspiration and happy endings.

https://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=books+by+Paula+Freda&rh=i%3Aaps%2Ck%3Abooks+by+Paula+Freda    Books by Paula Freda (Available at Amazon and Smashwords, among others).

http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/682611   Cinderella Ice (Available at Smashwords and Amazon, among others)

and introducing a fellow writer, Patricia Carroll-Smith, with short stories for hearts of all ages https://www.amazon.com/Coffee-Break-Stories-Quick-Reads/dp/153537831X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1481907930&sr=8-1&keywords=Coffee+Break+Stories    Coffee Break Stories (available at Amazon and Smashwords, among others).

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New Book, New Pen Name

Just released my new book, Cinderella Ice, under my new pen name, Marianne Dora Rose.
A clean, inspirational romance, but rated PG13 for sensitive subject matter.

http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/682611

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Victim of a bigamous marriage, Jessie returns to her parents’ home in the Hudson River Valley, to heal.  Indoctrinated since childhood in fairy tales with happy endings, her spirit and view of life are severely scarred, especially regarding the story of Cinderella and Prince Charming. She’s sworn off any future relationships. “Cinderella Ice, that’s what I’ll be from this day forth.”

PREFACE

At the age of nineteen, the Carlson’s younger daughter, Jessie, eloped with Walt, a ranch hand she had met in her early teens during her visits to the Driscolls’ ranches. Her mother, Cybelle Carlson, was Leatrice Driscoll’s best friend and their love stories were legendary among their family members. Growing up, Jessie was always a fan of her mother’s and Leatrice’s persistence and success in winning the hearts of the men they chose to love and marry. Jessie believed herself capable of the same — like mother, like daughter. In her haste and immaturity, she didn’t look past Walt’s looks. When Walt responded favorably to her advances, she thought she’d followed in her mother’s footsteps and won the man she wanted. Too late did she come to know the real Walt and why he fell so easily for the tomboyish, naive teenager in pigtails who had followed him about like a lovesick puppy dog.  It took only three months into her marriage, to realize the only reason Walt had responded to her advances, was because he craved the foreman’s job on the Driscolls’ ranches.

The Driscolls were aware of Walt’s hankering for the foreman’s job. Walt was their top ranch hand. Out of friendship and respect for the Carlsons and their daughter, and to appease Walt for not choosing him for the position, they deeded a parcel of their combined ranches to the newly married couple, as a wedding present, in their opinion, a far better offering than the foreman’s job. They had no idea of  Walt’s devious nature that he hid well under the guise of an amiable worker who simply wished to better himself .

Walt didn’t want a small ranch to work hard and build upon, and watch the resulting fruit of his labors over the years grow into a successful, profitable horse or cattle ranch, one to be proud of, for himself, his wife and his offspring. He wanted the foreman’s job on the Driscolls’ already successful and profitable horse and cattle ranches. He’d been slighted, he raged inwardly, and deprived of the effortless lucrative possibilities associated with being the foreman and son-in-law of the Driscoll’s closest friends.  Alone with his wife, his true nature surfaced.  Right to her face, he told Jessie the real reason he’d married her, and how sick he was of her cloying adolescent affection. Hurt and disillusioned, Jessie’s rose-colored glasses shattered. But reality wasn’t finished with her. She woke in the morning to find Walt missing.  On his side of the bed, a two-sentence note, brusque and to the point. “I’m gone.  Don’t look for me.”  All the same, Jessie waited for him, hoping he’d miss her love, or at least reconsider the chance to make something of the ranch gifted to them.  For her sake and the undeserved love she continued to harbor for Walt, Seth and Leatrice kept her ranch going. For two years she waited, with never a word, until one afternoon, the Driscolls brought to her authenticated documents, proving that when he married her, Walt had a wife and two children under another name.  Her parents and the Driscolls immediately set about clearing her name and the bigamous marriage. An arrest warrant was issued for Walt. But he had disappeared.  Jessie was free.  At least in name.  But her spirit, and her view of life and the pursuit of happiness, were severely scarred.  She swore she would never trust a man outside of her own family, or allow herself to feel attracted to one again. She’d grown up with rose-colored glasses, indoctrinated since childhood in fairytales with happy endings.  Especially the story of Cinderella and her Prince Charming.  She had scoffed at the new trend in children’s fairy tales that showed the independent heroine who often saved the hero, instead; the heroine who didn’t actually need the hero to find her happiness, even when she chose to marry him and one day become his Queen and share in his wealth and title.  Jessie made up her mind. Cinderella Ice. Like the Snow Queen. Yes, that’s what I’ll be from this day forth — Cinderella Ice.

 

 

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Clean and wholesome romances for hearts of all ages. Here are links to my most recent books for your ready reference

Clean and wholesome romances for hearts of all ages. Here are links to my most recent books for your ready reference:

https://www.amazon.com/Paula-Freda/e/B00JO1MUG8/ref=dp_byline_cont_book_1

https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/PaulaFreda

http://www.angelfire.com/falcon/dpfenterprises.com/

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INTRODUCING A NEW AUTHOR

pat-book-cover-amazon-kindleIntroducing a new author, Patricia Carroll-Smith, and her first published work,  a collection of contemporary, wholesome short stories for all ages. Quick reads for the busy life that can be read during a coffee break or a long wait at the doctor’s office. (Tags:  Contemporary short stories, quick reads, character studies)

Available as ebook and paperback through Amazon and Smashwords

https://www.amazon.com/Coffee-Break-Stories-Quick-Reads/dp/153537831X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1475335163&sr=8-1&keywords=Patricia+Carroll-Smith

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Adventure in Panama, a romance novella

https://www.amazon.com/Adventure-Panama-Paula-Freda-ebook/dp/B001UV3FQ4/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1473380303&sr=8-1&keywords=Adventure+in+Panama+-+Paula+Freda#nav-subnav

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https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/55649

Eight years ago Doreen Carlson married Esteban Pereira, the owner of a nightclub and head of the distinguished and honorable Pereira family whose Spanish ancestors date back centuries. From the moment she walked into his nightclub during a vacation in Panama and caught his attention, Esteban relentlessly courted her. Her formal upbringing had not prepared her for his irresistible Latin charm, or his magnetism and suave manner. Doreen, wealthy and refined, herself hailing from a distinguished family in the Hudson River Valley in New York State, succumbed to his charms. They married and for a short time she was ecstatically happy, but their efforts to conceive children met with failure and she can no longer abide living in an old custom world environment. She is determined to leave Esteban and return to the States. Esteban’s villa on his huge and elegant estate also houses his younger twin siblings, Ramon and Rosaria, and his grandmother, an honorable matron steeped in Old World traditions. Doreen feels she is suffocating. Although she is free to come and go as she pleases within Panama City, Esteban will not allow her to work, nor is she permitted to visit his club. He uses the excuse that attendance at the club does not befit a Pereira spouse, but Doreen cannot see the sense of his reasoning and suspects there is a darker reason. When she attempts to return to the States, Esteban stops her, confiscating her passport and the keys to her car. Esteban deeply loves Doreen and he has no intention of letting her go. He wants desperately to solve their problems and rekindle the happiness they originally shared, but he does not believe that her returning to the States is the answer. Matters worsen when Doreen defies Esteban and visits the club and meets Elena, the stripper who nightly performs at his nightclub. Very soon Doreen’s suspicions come close to confirmation that Elena is Esteban’s mistress….

Available at Amazon.com as ebook and paperback.  Also available as ebook at Smashwords.com, Kobo, BarnesandNoble.com, Apple, etc.

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