Thursday, February 21, 2008

New Release: ONE TOUCH BEYOND


First except from the anthology: ONE TOUCH BEYOND

An Excerpt From: BELIEVING IN DREAMS

Copyright © CHRIS GROVER, 2008

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

Since Mom's death, I've felt a desperate urge to know more about her and the people who gave her life. This year will be my first Christmas without her and I've been holding on to the thought that by spending the holiday here in St-Stephan, the loss won't seem quite so bad.

Whether it will or not remains to be seen. The real reason I'm here is because I want to find my roots. On my birth certificate, there's a line drawn through the box where the father's name should be and it's always made me feel like I appeared out of nowhere, like my mother bought me in a store. I never told Mom how I felt because after the one time I asked who my father was, just the way her expression changed from happy to sad told me the circumstances of my birth was a subject she didn't want to discuss.

I have no idea why. Maybe it had something to do with breaking with her family; maybe it was because she never got over being taken in by a handsome face. And just maybe she didn't handle the unwanted pregnancy the way society expected back then. I've read the books and seen the movies, so I know that even as recently as thirty years ago, life for a pregnant, unmarried teenager was far from easy, especially in smaller communities. Girls were sent away on some pretext or other before their condition became obvious. This way, by the time they returned home, their bodies were back to normal and their babies given away to new families.

I've often wondered if something like that happened to my mother. If her parents sent her away to one of those unwed mothers' homes that were all the rage back then but instead of going along with the program, she decided to keep me. Or maybe she ran away with my biological father and things didn't work out. Either way, there would have been no going back home to her family. And no better way for her to cut herself free from her old life than by changing her name, pretending her parents were dead and saying she had no other relatives.

I'll never know now what really happened, so I go back to the dream and try to think if the elderly woman could have a reason other then family or friends for bringing me here. If I knew who she was, then perhaps it would offer me a clue or-

"Can I help you?"

The question, posed in English in a husky, masculine voice, catches me by surprise. I turn around fast, my heart thumping so hard against my ribs, I feel like I've been caught doing something wrong.

The owner of the voice starts down the path toward me, then stops. "I realize the place doesn't look like much but it is private property."

I hadn't heard the arrival of the expensive-looking black car parked at the curb and I hadn't heard the sound of the man's fancy Italian leather boots on the frozen ground. But there he is, standing less than six feet away, dressed in slim-fitting dark blue jeans and a sheepskin-lined coat. A tall, tanned, very handsome stranger whose dark brown hair is attractively mussed in the new spiky style and whose eyes are so exactly the same blue as his jeans, I immediately wonder if he's wearing colored contacts.

"I'm...I'm just looking."

If you like this sample chapter, you can read the rest and 4 other stories by purchasing a copy of ONE TOUCH BEYOND, available from Cerridwen Press http://www.cerridwenpress.com/ in electronic formats.

12 comments:

Virginia said...

You know I can kind of see why a person would want to know who their parents are. I have never had that problem but I have ofter wonder about all other roots in my family. I have never traced it all back but it would be nice to know.

tam said...

This pulls at your heart!

photoquest said...

I felt bad for her feeling like she'll never know who her dad is since her mom has died, maybe the hot guy will be the one to help her find out

Chris said...

Thank you for the comments.

I have to admit that the unknown father in BELIEVING IN DREAMS is autobiographical to a point. But in my case though, much as I wanted to find out who he was, it's probably just as well that I never did.

Chris Grover

HOTCHA1 said...

OH MAN DOES ONE TOUCH BEYOND SOUND LIKE ME ALTHOUGH I DO KNOW WHO MY DAD WAS, I JUST WANT TO FIND OUT MORE ABOUT MY MOM'S SIDE AND ONLY TWO ARE LEFT ALIVE AND TOLD ME THAT DO NOT REMEMBER AS THEY ARE TOO OLD!

HOTCHA1 said...

ANOTHER THRILLER KIM DOES LUCY EVER GET HER BUSINESS GOING AND FIND LANA'S MURDER OR IS HE DEAD ALREADY SO SHE CAN SMACK HIM? LOL

kaisquared said...

Very intriguing and well written, must have some personal reference point.. well done.

Debby said...

Ahh it does pull at your emotions

clynsg said...

My daughter is adopted and when I asked her if she wanted to trace her biological family, she said that they had their chance & she had a perfectly good family!

Chris said...

clynsg:

I like your daughter's attitude, she's obviously content. But even though some adoptees are perfectly happy with their adoptive parents, there's still the curiosity factor, sometimes feelings of rejection, too: who were these people? why did they give me up?

In the case of Nicole in BELIEVING IN DREAMS, her mother is dead, she never knew her father, and she was fine until the dreams started her wondering about her roots.

In my case, my teenage mother died one month after I was born, and what I knew about my father was not to his credit. Yes, I was very curious, but I was born in the days when such information was not easily available. My mother's family had the "she shamed the family, make sure you don't" attitude, and I had no way of finding out anything about my father other than knowing I had a half-brother or sister about the same age as me.

Chris

Jean said...

Very intriguing book, one that you can't put down until you finish

Caitlin Hoy said...

This gets right inside you so you want to go straight out and buy it to read more.

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