I'd like to thank Roxanne @ Bewitching Book Tours for giving me this opportunity to participate in the SPIRIT OF THE REBELLION Blog Tour, and I'd like to welcome Debbie Peterson to ABTB! There is a TOUR WIDE GIVEAWAY at the end of the post. Be sure to thank Debbie!
By: Deborah K. Peterson
Souls touch and emotions flare when a historian and an embittered spirit form an unlikely alliance to investigate the centuries-old riddle surrounding his death…
Ready for a fresh chapter in her life, Shae Lynn Montgomery accepts a job translating a cache of Civil War documents from Wisconsin’s famous Norwegian regiment. The assignment takes her to Chickamauga’s haunted Starling Plantation and face-to-face with a handsome captain—its angry ghost in residence.
Tristan Jordahl, falsely accused of treason, has no use for the living—not even the lovely translator invading his home. Despite Tristan’s best efforts to frighten her, Shae Lynn refuses to leave, and reluctantly, Tristan enlists her help to clear his name. But as they grow closer to the truth—and to each other—an evil spirit makes it clear he will do anything to stop them.
Can a love that transcends time overcome all obstacles?
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Excerpt:
“You’ve got to let me in, you have to let me explain, please,” she begged through the barrier that separated them. “I swear on everything dear to me, I’m not moving from this spot until you do. Do you hear me? I’m not leaving!”“I am not interested in anything you have to say,” he growled back.
“I don’t care. I’m staying right here until you hear me out!” she shouted.
As the minutes ticked by, the Captain tried desperately to ignore her presence, but finally, his shoulders slumped in defeat. The chiming of the clock told him over an hour had passed since Shaelynn obstinately decreed her intention to remain in the small hallway until she said what she wanted to say. He hoped her wet clothes and the trauma of her earlier experience, would force the issue otherwise. But true to her word, she still waited outside his door.
Stubborn little hellion.
With a sigh of resignation, he opened the door and met her defiant gaze. She stood against the opposite wall, with one foot resting against the baseboard. Her arms wrapped tightly around her waist as if seeking warmth against her wet, torn clothing. On top of all that, she shivered with the cold. She looked so pathetic standing there.
“Shaelynn, you need to get into some dry clothes,” he said. The words surprised him. They weren’t anywhere near what he planned to say. The soft tone didn’t match either.
Shae clenched her teeth and shook her head. “Not until we’ve talked.”
About this Author:
Debbie has always had a soft spot for fairy tales, the joy of falling in love, and happily ever after endings. She incorporates these aspects into all of the paranormal stories she writes. When she is not busy conjuring her latest novel, she spends time with the beloved members of her very large family. She also pursues her interests in family history and all things ancient and historic.
You can connect with her:
Twitter: https:/twitter.com/DebbiePeterson1
Website: http://dk-peterson.com/
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The Muse
One of the more common questions asked is—where do the ideas for my stories come from? What serves as my muse? I’ve given that a lot of thought and for me, there’s no one thing in particular. Sometimes a simple phrase, a song, a painting, or even an element from one of the world’s great storehouse of mythological tales can catch my imagination at any given time. And once something takes hold, a “But what if…” will usually occur.
So, in regards to Spirit of the Rebellion.
The month was October and Halloween was quickly approaching. I happened across a calendar that featured a picture of an old southern church, shrouded in mist, with a large full moon overhead. The place looked haunted—or at least it did to me. So, who would haunt a church and why?
I could see the spirit of a Civil War soldier inside that structure. But that would also mean he didn’t die in battle—he died because of something that happened inside that church. He must have died violently…and…at the hands of someone he trusted. Our ghostly hero (let’s make him a union captain from the famed Wisconsin 15th regiment) wouldn’t have died alone, though. No. He took his murderer with him on that fateful day. That yielded two ghosts…one good…one evil. But then they both wouldn’t haunt the church. So, let’s add an antebellum mansion in Tennessee, wherein our Captain could dwell.
I had my foundation. From there I just needed to do a ton of research, add a recurring nightmare, a dose of mystery, and a lovely Norse historian to the story. I invite you to come along as we send Shae Lynn Montgomery and the ghost of Captain Tristan Jordahl on a quest for answers, redemption, and their own happily ever after.
GIVEAWAY:
It's a delight to be here with you today. So, thank you Christina for inviting me to share your blog!
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