SON OF THE MOON
by Jennifer Macaire
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GENRE: Time Travel
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BLURB:
In
Nysa, Alexander the Great and time traveling journalist Ashley find their
abducted son Paul being worshiped as ""the son of the
moon"". Knowing she can’t change history and that Alexander’s kingdom
will be torn apart when he dies, Ashley must make the terrible decision to
leave her firstborn son in the sacred valley.
Alexander presses on to
India, where he and Ashley are welcomed with feasts - and treachery. They struggle through monsoons, face the
might of Porus’s army, and outwit deadly Brahmin rebels. Facing the reality of
Alexander’s looming death, Ashley considers the unthinkable - How to save him,
and the consequences of cheating the Fates. Book III in the Time for Alexander
series"
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Excerpt:
The last house in the village stood by itself in the midst
of a large garden. Wind chimes jingled softly in the night breeze. A cuckoo
called. The door opened and a woman beckoned me. I couldn’t stop shaking.
Inside, lamps were lit. Yellow light danced around the
walls. On the floor lay richly colored rugs and soft cushions. A low table was
set with a warm meal. Light glittered off the brass brazier and the copper
bowls. However, there was nobody in the room.
“Please, don’t make me wait any longer,” I whispered. “Just
let me see Paul.”
The man clapped his hands and a woman entered the room.
She led a little boy by the hand. I dropped to my knees. The
boy stood and stared at me gravely. He was four and a half years old, tall,
sturdy, with long, magnificent eyes in a triangular face. He had a proud nose
and a wide forehead. His blond hair curled softly and lifted off the back of
his neck and temples. He stood perfectly still. I hardly saw him breathe. But a
pulse beat in the base of his throat. A pulse I knew so well.
I stretched my arms out to him, my vision blurring with
tears. “Come, Paul,” I said in English.
He came into my arms, laying his head gently on my shoulder.
His small arms crept around my neck. I held him. I just held him. I hardly
dared to breathe. It was akin to seeing a ghost.
I stood up and swung Paul into my arms, holding him on my
hip. For a minute I had only one urge, to leave, to take my child and leave.
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Jennifer
Macaire lives in France with her husband, three children, & various dogs
& horses. She loves cooking, eating French chocolate, growing herbs and
flowering plants on her balcony, and playing golf. She grew up in upstate New
York, Samoa, and the Virgin Islands. She graduated from St. Peter and Paul high
school in St. Thomas and moved to NYC where she modeled for five years for
Elite. She went to France and met her husband at the polo club. All that is
true. But she mostly likes to make up stories.
Blog :
https://jennifermacaire.wordpress.com/
Facebook page :
https://www.facebook.com/TimeforAlexander/
Twitter :
@jennnifermacaire
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