Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Chronicles of Shilo Manor Series by Charlene A. Wilson




Thank you so much for having me at Laurie’s Thoughts and Reviews.  It’s a real treat and I hope you enjoy what I have to share. *smile*

My name is Charlene A. Wilson and I write Paranormal Romance.  I’ve found inspiration can come from anywhere and turn out to be anything; from a comment made by a friend, to a hic-up bringing about the exorcism of your heroine.

In the case that I’m going to share with you today, my high school Literature teacher would be proud.  Now, I won’t disclose how long it’s been since I attended high school, but trust me it’s been a very long time.  Lol.  But a piece we had to memorize has stayed with me.  It was the prelude to the Canterbury Tales.  I've always loved this piece and the visual this particular part paints. 

       When in April the sweet showers fall

       And pierce the drought of March to the root, and all

       The veins are bathed in liquor of such power

       As brings about the engendering of the flower,

5     When also Zephyrus with his sweet breath
       Exhales an air in every grove and heath
       Upon the tender shoots, 
and the young sun

       His half-course in the sign of the Ram has run,

       And the small fowl are making melody

10   That sleep away the night with open eye

The full prelude can be found here if you’d like to read it. 

In Greek mythology, Zephyr was the god of the west wind.  A Zephyr is also known as a sweet breeze.  

I’ve used this idea in my Cornerstone Deep books.  Cole and his brothers, James, and Vincent, are from a gifted dimension, Meridian.  They can manipulate the elements, disperse their bodies into smoke and fly, and they can emit the Breath of Zephyr.  It’s a scent unique to each individual.  Though all the men share the scent of licorice, and the women, almond, each have their own that they’re able to call on when they are with the one they love.  It’s an intimate part of them.   

Cole’s Zephyr is licorice and cream.  James’s is licorice and cinnamon, Vincent’s is licorice and honey, and...should we mention Lord Dressen?  There does seem to be a bit of confusion with the fact that licorice and vanilla keeps coming up in regards to him.  Hmm.

I’d like to share an excerpt from book one, Cornerstone Deep, that I don’t usually post.  It’s during a particularly critical time in the story.  Cole is at a loss, frazzled, and clinging to any hope he can.  I hope you enjoy it.

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Cole eased himself onto the bed.  “Don’t give up, Anna.”  The silence of the room swallowed his words.  “I’ll fix this and see to it nothing ever happens to you again.”

Brushing his fingertips over her hair, he solemnly whispered a plea.  “Don’t leave me.”  Her soft locks sent countless memories rushing through his mind:  Her smile, her cheeky comments, her blue eyes dancing as if life itself was a game.  The Arylinite spirit in her embraced every moment of love, able to see beneath façades that others deemed as truth.  He sighed, knowing that side of her may have been unique to that lifetime—a result of her specialized upbringing in the northern territory’s Arylin colony.

He tilted his head and gazed over her still face.  Her features were remarkably similar to Mianna’s.  The gentle slope of her nose, the way she chose to wear her dark hair long, and he couldn’t deny her blue eyes when she’d looked at him.

He cupped her cheek with his hand, gently stroking her lips with his thumb.  They curved from a bow-tie center into a natural smile.  So soft, inviting.  He leaned to her and lightly kissed them then leaned his cheek to hers.

“Talk to me, Anna.”  His breath was a plea.  As much as he knew no answer would come, his heart called to her with his deepest wish.

He brushed his fingers down her neck to her chest, tenderly caressing her pale skin at her gown’s neckline.  A strained pause caught his throat as he lightly followed her breast to her ribcage.

“What’s in your heart?”  The tiny circles he drew on the thin fabric fed his longing for her touch.  Supple creases followed his motion.  To have her arms around him, the love they brought, had given him unmitigated comfort in a past life.  It could be so again.

“My life was yours.”  He kissed the circles he created.  “Every moment, I found joy in you.”  He looked up to her closed eyes.  They were still, cold.  “Please, don’t leave me.  Please promise you’ll be mine again.”

No emotion showed upon the visage of his love, but distant echoes of vows lighted his soul.  “Open to me.”  He wondered if his whispered thought could possibly reach her unconscious mind.  “Speak to me with your soul.”

Her lips parted and a chill flew through him.  He waited, listened intently.  Weak sensations touched his emotions.

“Anna,” he said aloud, hope rising.  He cupped his palm to her cheek again.  “Fight for it.  Call to me.  We can’t end like this.”

Anna remained silent.

Cole’s heart ached.  Yet, that small reaction spurred his resolve.  He framed her face as he lowered to take her lips with his.  “I’ll help you.”

With final hope, he called upon the breath of Zephyr.  The scent of licorice and cream fell from his lips with the entreaty.  His soul’s voice owned his words.  “My life is a mirage of endless time.  But you in this moment, engulf me, rivet my mind, encompass my soul.”

She inhaled his sensual gift and gasped for deeper intake.  Yes.  Hope impossibly filled him.  His muscles tightened with expectation.  His heart pounded against his chest. “Call to me!” 

~ * ~ 

It's their nature - long lives and rebirth. They're from another dimension, one gifted with advance abilities, but they serve in Cornerstone Deep. They're the Wizards of Shilo Manor.

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"We are of another plane. Only by ancient covenant do few know our true natures. We walk this world among you, beside you, loving you."

Cornerstone Deep

They outlive the mortals of this realm by thousands of years, and when it comes to love the cruel fact is reinforced. Reincarnation doesn't exist on this plane. They lose their wives to death with no hope of reuniting. Yet they continue to accept others for whatever time they have together. Save for Cole. His love for his last wife still burns in his soul four centuries after her death.

When the service they render to the noblemen of Cornerstone Deep brings him face to face with Anna, something unexpected happens.  In a realm of silent souls, hers calls to him.  He responds with a kiss—one that joined with the spell of servitude she inhaled, binds her soul. 

Breaking ancient covenants, angering the lords, and bringing the gods' wrath upon him, Cole tries desperately to undo his wrong and free his love—despite the determination of the nobleman to keep her.

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“My life is a mirage of endless time. But you in this moment engulf me, rivet my mind, encompass my soul.”


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  Charlene A. Wilson

Charlene is an author of paranormal suspenseful tales that sweep you away to other dimensions. She weaves magic, lasting love, and intrigue into multi-layered story lines to immerse you into the lives of her characters.

She began writing in her early teens when her vivid dreams stayed with her long after she had them. The characters and worlds were so amazing, she brought them to life through her books. You can meet them now in her series, Chronicles of Shilo Manor, and soon in her series, Aumelan.

She resides in a small community in Arkansas, USA, with her two beautiful daughters, a gray cat, Chester, and a fluffy black dog, KooJo.

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Chapter One

Cole moved as smoke, his elements converted into a dark mass.

The southern hillside that separated his manor from Shilo City passed quickly as he flew into town. The sweet aroma of apricots from the orchard gave way to the pungent odor of the east side sewage facility. Though his speed of flight made the encounter brief, his senses noted the unpleasant change. Distaste filled him. How this dimension has changed over the last two thousand years. He scoffed at the thought. Things had changed, but then so had he.

Pedestrians rushed along the walkways, dodging the homeless on Beggars Row East. Neon-lit storefronts teased the impoverished with promises of treats. Exhaust from the aged transport washed along his essence in waves of nauseating fumes. Bypassing the evening crowd, he jetted through an alley for a more congenial atmosphere and emerged to a compacted neighborhood. Town houses displayed humble frontages. Children scrambled along the roadside, giving no heed to the chill that reddened their cheerful cheeks.

Cole paused, an undulating vapor, beside a copse of honeysuckle. In a billow, he reclaimed his elements to solid form and plucked a few of the blossomed twigs. Turning his attention to the directions on Charlotte’s note, he stepped from the seclusion.

He couldn’t hold back the grimace as he scanned the area. Weathered thresholds lined the motel’s cul-de-sac and bore dark smudges where someone scrubbed at obscene vandalism in an attempt to remove the disgrace. Chunks of siding were broken or missing, leaving a snaggle-toothed appearance along the eaves. The cement walkway lining the structure crumbled at the curbs, worn down to join with the gravel lot. A sign flickered in a feeble attempt to advertise. Hightower Nights.

He double-checked the address. Correct destination. His heavy sigh misted in the spring air. Courting isn’t what it used to be. He should be escorting his lady to a grand social in a silver-clad carriage.

Cole draped his overcoat on his arm and reminded himself this woman’s company was worth the inferior accommodations. He’d told her to spare no expense yet this was her choice of location. No wonder the invoice was so low.

He smoothed his long hair and crossed the parking lot to the sidewalk. The tarnished room numbers led his way. Thirty-three, thirty-two

A door slammed and a dark head of curls hit his chest. The young woman stumbled back and then pranced on her toes as she caught her balance.

He looked down at her, alarmed. “Forgive me. I should have been watching my steps.”

She shook her head as she caught her breath and smiled up at him with dark brown eyes. “Oh, my fault, really. I’m running late and…” her lips teetered. “Um,” she scanned him from head to foot.

Cole glanced down at his tailored black vest and trousers. No doubt, he was a conspicuous sight, given their surroundings. His snowy white sleeves alone declared he didn’t belong among the stained, faded, and scuffed wear that was common there. He caught her attention with his dark gaze as she lifted from her observation.

Her caramel complexion flushed. “Wow. Even your shoes are polished like glass. You’ve got be Tom.”

“Excuse me?” Few knew this alias. “Have we met?”

“I’m Amy.” She giggled and motioned down the way. “Charlotte’s my mother. She told me all about you. I thought she was exaggerating but,” she bit her lip, and her gaze flew over him again. “It’s so nice to meet you. I think it’s great Mother’s dating again. Oh, and I think it’s so romantic you have a special way of saying her name.”

Cole furled his brow.

She nodded. “Yeah, she told me all about it. ‘Sh’létte.’ She says it makes her melt.” She squinched her face, and he thought she was going to giggle again. “You make my mother melt.”

He blinked to the side.

Her gaze flitted to the honeysuckle he held. “Oh, you gathered her flowers, too. You know she loves honeysuckle. You are so sweet.”

Her hand flew to his arm, and he started at the serious expression she suddenly displayed. “And don’t worry about the age difference thing. She said you were more my age but you act like a true gentleman.” She nodded enthusiastically, and her curls bounced around her head. “Yeah, she told me everything. She’s worried it worries you. The age thing that is. She’s afraid you might think she’s too old to, you know, have any more children. Since you don’t have any of your own.” She rolled her eyes and blushed. “But she’s not. And I’d love to have a little brother or sister. I’d baby-sit anytime you two wanted to—well, you know—have private time.”

Cole cleared his throat.

She leaned close. “She really, really likes you, Tom. She finally admitted it to me. But I’ve known for months. She even bought a new dress to wear tonight.” She held a hand level. “Well, I bought her the dress. I just got paid. She’s worried the style is too young for her but I insisted ivory eyelets just aren’t what women my age wear. It’s beautiful on her, really.” She winked. “So you might mention it. Of course, as gentlemanly as you are, you’d probably mention it anyway.” This time she giggled, and Cole smiled.

“I’ll be sure to notice.”

She shrugged her shoulders and squealed. “Mother is so lucky. The way you two look tonight you should be in a horse-drawn carriage going to a ball.” She sighed. “Well, I’d love to stay and chat but I only took a break to run and get her some champagne. She wants tonight to be special.” She waved a hyper hand. “I have to get back to work.”

Turning to leave, she called to a woman across the lot. “Oh, Megan, grab that bus! Hey, you’ll never guess who the new mail clerk is.”

Cole shook his head and watched her leave. Does that girl ever shut up? Just listening to her wore on his nerves. He straightened to regain any dignity he’d lost through the discourse and continued down the path.

The number twenty-nine hung with the nine threatening to become a six. He slid the key in the lock. The door stuck. A wave of his finger released the swelled frame with a jolt.

Peering inside, he caught sight of his date on the floor. “Do I have the right place?” He smiled. “I wasn’t sure. I had to double-check the address.”

Charlotte looked up from her seat in front of the imitation fireplace. Her dark curls cascaded down her back, leaving her tan shoulders bare. The dress’s ivory bodice hugged her slender form with tiny buttons that ran up the front. Its gathered skirt flaunted layers of light ruffles, emphasizing her feminine nature. Her knees peeked from the hemline.

Amy was right. It was a beautiful choice. And in a time past, he would have loved to escort her to a ball in an embellished horse-drawn carriage.

She held out a hand. “Come sit with me.”

He tossed his coat on the bed and sat behind her. Pulling her into an embrace, he presented the honeysuckle. She smiled and accepted the sweet gesture, smelling the little buds.

“What are you doing on the floor?”

“I’m watching the fire.” She glanced back at him, her brown eyes twinkling. “I’ve always wanted to stay here. The fireplace makes it romantic.”

Cole’s brows tightened, and he looked at the rolling screen of flames. The hearth’s faux bricks curled at the corner for lack of adhesive, and the cardboard mantel dipped where someone sat a heavy object on the visual setting. A tiny creak sounded each time the fireplace’s rotating screen made a slow round.

He nodded. Of course. “Yes. Fires are romantic.” Running a hand around her waist, he nuzzled her shoulder. “Is this a new gown?”

She smiled and cuddled closer against him. “Do you like it?”

“It’s lovely.” He leaned his head to her dark curls. “Did you have me in mind when you picked it out?”

Her cheeks flushed as an answer and his heart swelled. “Definitely a romantic evening.”

This was what he found joy in. Holding her. Having her heart touch his. He widened his perception to read her tender emotions. Rarely had he found one so open to him and hope of a deeper connection afforded him to court her longer than any woman he’d seen in decades.

His black hair skimmed down her arm as he brushed his lips along her shoulder. A hint of cotton candy met him when he reached the hollow beneath her ear. He smiled. Flavored body spray. A youthful notion, no doubt encouraged by Amy. The innocent flavor encouraged his kisses where she’d placed the treat. Pleasure rode his breath.

She ran her fingers through his long hair and held him there. “I love that. I love your lips on me.” Her heated whisper fell to his palm as he reached to caress her cheek.

Her words spurred his wish. “Talk to me, Sh’létte. Share everything with me. I want to know.”

“The way you feel, Tom.” She splayed her fingers over his head holding him tighter. Her want echoed through his nerves and he raked his teeth down her neck.

“The way you—move.”

One by one, he released the tiny buttons down her front and eased her to the floor, kissing along her collar. His hands slid beneath the fabric.

“All of it,” she exclaimed. “My heart just…”

Yes, speak to me. He led his kisses over her cleavage to her heart. A rumble sounded in his throat as his hot breath spoke against her skin. “You’re heart what?”

She cried with delectation.

Cole caressed her soft skin with his lips. “I joy in you. I want to hear from every part of you. Tonight, I want all of you.”

“I want you too, Tom. My heart couldn’t want you more.”

Cole lifted his gaze to her. “Look at me.”

Her brown eyes fluttered open. Her lips moved with quiet breath. “I love you,” and he could hear it in her heart. She did love him. Pure acceptance radiated from her. But he was looking for more.

“Open to me, Sh’létte,” he whispered, sending his thought’s voice with his words. “Speak to me with your soul.”

Her lips parted and a look of astonishment covered her face. “Did I just hear you—in my head?”

He waited, listened intently as her emotions flew through him. He needed to know this relationship would be more than those he’d ended in the past.

She blinked several times, as if confused but afraid to ask what he really meant.

“Call to me, Sh’létte.” His voice was almost a plea. If only her soul would break its silence—offer some form of communication. “I don’t want this to end.”

Her eyes flew wide. “What? End? No. Tom, what do you mean? You have my whole heart. I couldn’t be more open to you—ever.” She nervously circled her fingers in his hair. “What is it? Is there something you worry about in our relationship? Is it my age? Are you worried I can’t give you a family? It’s not too late for me. I’d love to give you a child. I’m as open as I can possibly be to you.”

Cole’s heart ached. Her emotions were so intense that surely her soul would speak soon. He kept his eyes on hers as he lifted to kiss her chin. “Let me help you.”

With final hope, he called upon his foreign nature to share the most seductive blessing of his home realm. He released the sweet breeze of Zephyr, and the scent of licorice and cream fell from his lips. He kissed her gently, lovingly, caressed her tongue with his and sent his entreaty to bathe her senses. His breath became hers.

She inhaled his sensual gift and gasped for deeper intake as if she couldn’t quench her thirst. Her love coursed through his veins, and his muscles tightened with expectation.

“Call to me!” he bade with shared thought.

Her head pressed into the worn carpet as she was overpowered by the sensation. He held his position and framed her face with his hands to keep the connection. His soul listened for a sign. Please. Call to me.

He waited, heart pounding.

She breathed him in and, as her body surrendered to the desire of the experience, she weakened. Her hands slid down his arms. Her soul remained silent.

Cole peered into her eyes. They looked as if she was intoxicated. He slowly released his breath.

She drunkenly looked up at him. “Oh, God, Tom. I love you.”

His lips teetered into a smile to hide his disappointment. He brushed his fingertips across her cheek and kissed her parted lips. He didn’t have anything else to try. Her soul was not to join his. A soul mate would have responded to such a call.

They were only a passing moment, and he couldn’t let her believe they were more. This would have to be their last night together. The knowledge bit at his heart.

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The morning chill followed Cole through the cherry-wood door of Shilo Manor. Apricot blossoms rode the breeze and danced across the hardwood floor. His brothers looked to his homecoming from their conversation beside the marble staircase sentinel.

James smiled, his dimpled cheeks forcing his eyes to grin. “How’s Charlotte? I trust things went well.”

Cole glanced at him as he hung his coat on the gold rack. “Yeah.” His voice fell flat.

Vincent set his hands at his waist, and his chiseled features leered. “Don’t tell me. You dumped another one.”

James held up his large hand to halt further comment. His smile faded.

Cole crossed the hall to the parlor and glowered at the smiling cherubim that lined the wall. His youngest brother shook his unruly hair. “I had real hopes for this one. You’ve seen her longer than any of the others. It’s been what? A whole four months?”

He slammed the door and scowled. Irritating runt. Stepping to the cherry-wood bar, he stared at the wide variety stretched before him. An entire wall displayed the finest liqueur this realm had to offer along with a few choice Ambrosias brought with them to this post. He consciously avoided the ancient keeps, unwilling to recall the joy of that era. Smoothing his long hair with his hands, he grabbed the nearest bottle. Brown liquid filled his glass to the brim. He downed half the bitter take before a tap came from the door.

James entered and closed it quietly behind him. “Don’t mind Vince.”

Cole sent a resentful expression his way. His brother sighed and looked out over the room.

“I wanted this woman more than any since…” He didn’t bother hiding the disillusionment in his voice. He frowned and slugged his drink. “Her soul was silent. I couldn’t reach her.”

“Don’t do this to yourself, Cole. You can’t expect another Mianna.”

“I can’t settle for less than a soul mate, James. Not now.”

“The fact that you feel you found a soul mate in her is phenomenal. But she’s gone. Rebirth doesn’t exist here. You have to let her go and move on.” He looked at him with a compassionate gaze. “Let yourself love this woman for who she is.”

Cole set his glass to the bar and closed his eyes. The sting of reality pierced his heart. “I can’t, James.” He looked at his brother and swallowed hard. “I try. But my soul always pushes for more.”

James lowered his gaze, and his voice softened. “You know cross dimension mating is limited. Chances are you’re not going to find that kind of connection again. Not here.”

He turned away. It was true. And he knew he was foolish for allowing himself the hope of that kind of love with Charlotte. Mianna had been special.


Charlene A. Wilson said...

Thank you for having me here today, Laurie. Such a wonderful blog!

All the best,

Anonymous said...

I have not heard of this series, but it sounds really tasty with the scents and all. I love paranormal romance and will definitely check out this book.
Bonnie Hilligoss/