Excerpts


WHAT LIES WITHIN By By Weslynn McCallister, writing as Jamie Cortland
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Excerpt taken from Chapter 22


  Moonlight flooded into the room, highlighting a man's figure as he stood
in front of the sliding glass door that led to the swimming pool.
Her hand flew to cover her heart. Hadn't she locked the sliding glass door?
If she had, she evidently hadn't set the alarm, or he'd by-passed it.
  He moved toward her.
  She froze. Opening her mouth to scream, her voice cracked.
  He laughed, a high-pitched hysterical laugh.
  Her heart pounded, her vision blurred. She screamed. Turning, she kicked her stiletto heels off and ran. The sound of his footsteps behind her quickened her pace. Crash! A heavythud sounded. Maybe he tripped and fell.


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NEVER TRUST A STRANGER
By Weslynn McCallister, writing as Jamie Cortland


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Excerpt
From Chapter 1, Page 5

Eddie drove south on A1A from Delray glancing occasionally to the oceanfront homes on his left looking for lawns and young women that appeared to need his brand of TLC. As he slowed down to observe the mansion on his left, a beautiful auburn haired woman who appeared to be in her early thirties opened the massive front door and walked down the curved driveway to the bright red Ferrari. Opening the door, she slid into it, and pulled out of the driveway heading north. Whoever she was, she needed his services. He pulled into the parking lot of the hotel down the road, turned around and drove north again taking down the address of her home, then followed the Ferrari, memorizing the numbers of the license plate.

When he returned to his small rented apartment in Pompano Beach, he turned on his computer. After a thorough search, he discovered that the Giardinis, both partners in JVS Development Company, owned the Ferrari and the home jointly. He watched the home and its two occupants for several days. When the woman left with Mr. Giardini on Friday morning, he followed them to JVS’s offices. Several hours later, she left alone to run errands and returned home without her husband. Down the street from her home, he parked in a lot by the intracoastal and waited for her to step out of her home again. It was not long. When she did, he continued tailing her, hoping that she would go to a department store or to the post office so that he could go into the store and catch a closer glimpse of her, maybe bump into her and even speak with her. But that didn’t happen. She returned to the office.

He sighed, satisfied. He’d seen the woman of his dreams and he intended to have her, one way or another.


PROPHECIES OF THE ANCIENTS By Weslynn McCallister

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Excerpt taken from Chapter 1

    Jenna shuddered as a flicker of apprehension coursed through her. Lightning crackled, illuminating the dim country store while a prolonged roll of thunder shook the building. A muffled roar followed, becoming louder by the moment. She drew her narrow taupe brows together. She'd heard that sound before. Memories of it chilled her. A splitting blast of thunder shook the store. Her heart raced as the sound, like a train bearing down upon them, drew closer.
    Footsteps raced toward her. She winced as her arm was jerked nearly out of its socket.
    "Tornados comin'. Hurry," the man hollered, pulling her along with him in his dash for safety. She heard them running behind her. Shelves tumbled to the floor and cans rolled down the aisles. They weaved their way around them jumping over some, trying their best not to stumble in their rush to what they thought might be safety.
    "Duck!"
    Pushed, she fell onto her knees into the corner, scraping them on the wooden floor. She barely felt the pain, her terror overriding it.
    "Arms over your heads," she heard the shopkeeper's voice, faint through the din of the storm. Pulling her knees up under her chin, she covered her head with her arms. The building trembled and she with it from the brunt of the storm.
    She squeezed her eyes shut. She'd known when she'd pulled the heavy blue brocade draperies back; it was going to be a bad day. A menacing slate gray sky with low slung clouds the shade of obsidian had greeted her. Steam had risen from the pond while the animals had fled to the forest upon the first roll of thunder.



SHIFTING SANDS Book of Poetry
by Weslynn McCallister
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River of Grass
by Weslynn McCallister

Deep within the glades, near a
brackish river, tinted red by the
mangrove's tannic acid,
'gators sun along banks while
a lone fisherman reels in his
catch.

An Osprey calls to his mate as she
rests upon her nest in a tall tree,
its branches heavily laden with lacy
Spanish moss.

Quietly, my guide and I glide
through sacred waters, disturbing
nothing, remembering the River of
Grass is a habitat for nature's own.

A Garden Tryst
by Weslynn McCallister

In the silence of the garden,
pale moonlight streamed down
upon the lovers, casting a soft
glow upon their faces.

Droplets of dew clung like teardrops
to the fragrant pink rose he so
thoughtfully tucked into her hair
of golden blonde.

His ancient vows of love echoed in
her mind long after their garden
tryst. Clad in a gown of satin and
lace, she joined with him in a dream
born in a figment of her imagination.


"Wyatt's Deck" by Weslynn McCallister

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Synopsis:

Propelled through time in the midst of a disaster, Cally Sullivan awakens in the year of 1881 from her semi-unconscious state to the rowdy noise of a cabaret and the heavy smell of smoke as she faces four pair of western style boots from her position underneath a poker table.

Discovering she is in Tombstone, Arizona, she is convinced she is still well into the new millennium witnessing a historical reenactment of the Old West. It is only when two people who have recently betrayed her convince her that she has traveled through time, just as they have, that she realizes her enemies in this time are Johnny Ringo and the Clanton gang, not Sherri and Steven, her ex-fiancee'.

Her only allies are Doc Holliday, Wyatt Earp and her former enemies. During their frantic battle for survival, they prove to be Cally's only salvation until Drake Butler, Wyatt's look-alike and Cally's secret love, makes his way through time to search for her.

Exerpt:

Lightning zigzagged across the sky while a roar of thunder shook the window she was peering into. The wind molded her auburn hair to her head like a cap. Taking a deep breath, the welcome scent of raindrops falling upon parched land brought a flood of childhood memories of summer Arizona monsoons.

Knowing there would soon be more than just a scattering of raindrops, Cally hurried across the street to Big Nosed Kate's. The old saloon trembled under a bark of thunder. The lights flickered and dimmed as wind tore through the saloon door, scattering paper napkins along with empty plastic cups. Beer bottles tipped over, rolling onto the floor.

"It's gonna be a bad one," the barmaid said. "Hope you plan to stay inside here awhile, Miss. Billy made you a double whiskey sour. Hope that's okay."

Cally nodded. "Thanks. That's just what I wanted. I'll be staying awhile. I'm not going out there," she said as hailstones began a tap dance on the roof. Taking a sip of the whiskey sour, she winced at the far away sound of a train approaching. She drew her brows together. Was it a train? Or was it something else?

She'd heard that sound before, in February of 1998 in Kissimmee, Florida while she and Steven were visiting his uncle. During a violent thunderstorm, a tornado had touched down in close proximity to his home. Mercifully, they had been spared. Others hadn't been so lucky. Many of his uncle's friends had lost everything. Some had lost their lives. To Steven's credit, he had returned not long after to help several of his uncle's friends re-build their homes.

Her heart raced as the sound became louder. The lights blinked and went out. Lightning lit the dim room, eerily displaying the stained glass windows on the wall. Above the door was a stained glass image of Big Nosed Kate, lying nude on her stomach with her revolver trained on the door. With just a little imagination, Cally could see Kate waiting for Doc to walk in the door.

The building shuddered under the buffeting of the wind. No time for dwelling on past history. Moving as quickly as she could, stumbling in the dark, making her way with only flashes of lightning to guide her, she reached a round table and chairs in the southwest corner of the building. Sitting down, she jumped back up and ran her hand over the seat of the wooden chair searching for the uncomfortable object she'd sat on. Someone had left his deck of cards.

"Into the corner. Get under the tables, take shelter," the bartender hollered."It's gonna' break up."

She hadn't needed Billy to tell her. With the last roar of the train, she dove under the table, her denim tote bag slung over her shoulder and the deck of cards in her hands.

Thunder blasted. The saloon rocked. Lightning crackled. Cally's heart pounded in her ears. Her throat was dry. Lightning flashed again, on and off, like strobe lights. Glancing at what she held, she saw scribbling on the pack, "Wyatt's Deck."

Her breath quickened. Wyatt Earp's deck? He'd been an excellent poker player, one of the finest in the old West without being a cardsharp, cheating, or using tricks. He'd played poker right here, in this saloon. As she slid the deck open, a deafening roar descended upon Big Nosed Kates. The room filled with a heavy mist and began to swirl.

Grasping the deck of cards and her tote bag tightly, her heart raced as she began to twirl. She shrieked as a heavy object smashed into the side of her jaw. Nauseous, she fell into a vortex of crimson and black, shot with silver white light.



APACHE SPRINGS

By Weslynn McCallister

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  A nostalgic romance novel, APACHE SPRINGS is set in New Mexico and southwest Florida during the late 50's and early 60's of the Twentieth century. A story of love, betrayal and forgiveness, Annie McClaine, shamefully cast aside by her wealthy family, undertakes a perilous journey alone from Apache Springs, New Mexico to Sarasota, Florida.
  As an unmarried woman with a young child, she struggles to the top of her career only to find herself at the crossroads of her life. A dangerous choice awaits, one that may destroy both Annie and her daughter, Courtney.
  


Excerpt taken from:

Chapter 1, Apache Springs by Weslynn McCallister

 

1957

Annie awoke to the sound of a babbling mountain brook and birds

happily singing. A brisk chill was in the air. She shivered and pulled

the patchwork quilt over her and tucked it around Cort’s shoulder.

As she put her arm around him, she snuggled closer.

They’d been married two days; well, almost married. Perhaps, the

Mexican wedding wasn’t legal in the United States, but it was valid

in her heart and soul. Later, she hoped they’d have a real wedding in the

church with their family and friends in attendance.

She pressed her body against him, tucking her legs into his, spoon

fashion.

“Annie, Annie, have you ever been so happy?” He whispered, turning

to embrace her.

“No, never,” she murmured. Kissing him lightly in the hollow of his

neck, a warm glow flowed through her. She’d ever felt happy or loved

until now.

“Let’s stay in bed all day.”

Annie giggled happily., “And do what?” she asked in an innocent voice.

“I can think of some very pleasurable things.”

“I can see that,” she replied as he turned and began to slide his warm

hand over her bare back.

Annie shivered with desire as his lips traced a sensuous path from the

hollow of her neck to the rosy tips of her breasts.

“Damn,” Cort cursed softly as the telephone jingled in their ears.

“Don’t answer,” she said, running her long slim fingers through his sandy

hair. “It’s probably Marilyn. We’ll call her later.”

“I think I’d better get it.” He pulled the blanket around his shoulders and

reached for the phone.”

“I’ll make coffee,” she said, sliding out of bed and padding out to the kitchen. While she made the coffee, she sipped a small glass of orange

juice and poured one for Cort. Setting them on a tray, she wondered who the phone call was from.

Padding back to the bedroom, she carried the tray laden with a light breakfast of two steaming cups of coffee, warm sweet rolls, and orange juice. When she saw Cort, a flood of uneasiness rushed through her. The tray shook in her hands. Coffee spilled, dribbling onto the floor into a puddle. She set the tray down on the dresser and wiped it up.

Cort sat on the edge of the bed, clad in his jeans and a blue and white

plaid flannel shirt. The worried expression he wore confirmed her fears.

He pulled on his black leather western style boots and glanced up at her.

Concern filled his sea blue eyes. “We have to leave.”

“Why?” she asked, her stomach knotting.

“Barbara was injured pretty badly. She was brought into the hospital

unconscious, by neighbors. They heard screams and investigated. She’d

suffered a terrible beating.”

“Sweet Jesus,” Annie said.

“She’s all right now. She was released from the hospital last night. Your

grandmother has been looking for you.”

“Does she know where I am?” She asked, her brows knitting together.

Cort nodded. “Marilyn’s mother told her you were in the mountains staying in Gene’s cabin. She’s furious you left town.”

“Barbara knows his wife. She’s in bridge club with her. It would be a cinch for her to find the cabin.”

Her hands trembled as she drew the sash of her robe tighter. “You don’t think she’d drive up in her condition, do you? If she did, wouldn’t she call first?”

“I don’t know. She has a brand new 1957 Chevy. If she suspects I’m here with you, she might drive up anyway. It’s only seventy miles,” Cort said.

“Maybe, you’d better call her, or better yet, I think we’d better drive back, talk to Barbara and to your grandmother. We need to tell them we’re married.”

“I don’t know.” I don’t think so. Not yet. A wave of anxiety swept over her.”

“We have to tell them sometime. We can stay with my parents until I find a job to support us.”

“But, you’ll need to go to school, to college.”

She brushed her hair back from her face. “We should have talked about these things first, before we eloped.”

“I can make enough money over the summer working on cars to pay for an apartment for us in Albuquerque next fall. Don’t worry about it, sweetie.

Everything will work out.”

Annie had a sinking feeling Cort was wrong. She tried her best not to let her feelings show, “I’d better shower and dress in my best; the dress I wore when we were married.”

Cort gazed at her lovingly. “I’ll always remember you in that dress, more beautiful than ever as you said your vows. Now, hurry and get ready to leave. I’ve made up my mind about going.”

Annie stepped out of the cabin onto the front porch.  She gasped, as her right hand flew to her heart. “I thought I just saw Barbara’s car.”

Cort smiled as he shut the door of the cabin and placed his arm around her shoulder. “Have you forgotten, sweetie, she’s just been released from the hospital. She’s probably not driving yet.”

“You’re right. I wasn’t thinking, was I? I’m sure the doctor told her not to drive. But, if she has any idea we eloped, she just might do it anyway, bruises, bandages and all.”

“That’s exactly why we need to speak with your family. We shouldn’t have run off like we did, without permission, even if we are adults now.”

“I know. You’re right.” But, she knew neither Grandmother nor Barbara

would have given their permission. She dreaded the talk they’d soon have. Just thinking about it made her stomach ache. For now, she’d try to forget about it and enjoy the ride home. She had an awful feeling, it just might be the last ride she’d ever take with her new husband.

During the hour-and-a-half ride back to Apache Springs, Annie snuggled

next to Cort and gazed out the window. The beauty of the Hondo Valley never failed to stir her.

Gently rolling hills with fragrant pine trees, regal poplars, and tall oak trees embraced the valley on each side of the winding road. A picturesque mountain stream, abundant with trout, snaked its way down the Sacramento Mountains.

Occasionally, a tiny church or a small adobe home beckoned invitingly. Poplars hugged their driveways while weeping willows, near the center of their lawns, offered shade. Annie sighed, promising herself, someday she’d paint the enchanted valley.

With one hand on the steering wheel and the other around Annie, Cort was silent while she admired the scenery. He wondered if eloping had been a mistake. He hoped he hadn’t jeopardized their happiness. What if they’d not only hurt, but enraged her family? Would they be able to weather the storm? He didn’t know if their Mexican wedding was legal in the United States.

They’d marry again soon, in a church. He sighed. Jeeze, where would they live? Even though he’d said they could stay with his parents, he wasn’t so sure how they’d feel about their elopement.

He shuddered inwardly, thinking about the confrontation that was sure to come once they arrived Annie’s grandmother’s. He began to wish he could speak to her alone, to assure her of his love for Annie.

Upon their arrival, he was unexpectedly granted his wish. He understood then what his mother had always warned him of. “Be careful of what you wish for, Cort. You just might get it.”

When they pulled into a parking space across from the hotel Annie’s grandmother lived in, she was still not prepared to face her with the news She grasped Cort’s hand tightly on the elevator ride up to her grandmother’s room.

A dark fear crept over her from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. “Maybe, we shouldn’t do this. Let’s just leave for Albuquerque. I can support us with money from my trust fund for awhile. I have four hundred dollars a month.”

“No. Keep your trust fund. I don’t want to touch it. Ever.”

“I don’t like it, Cort. I have a bad feeling about this. I-I’m afraid I’ll never see you again.”

“Sweetie, we’re married.”

“But, not in the church. I’m afraid they’ll talk you into leaving me, she said, her voice trembling with emotion. Just the thought of him leaving her left her feeling miserable and empty.

Cort turned and took Annie into his arms. Smiling down at her, he said,

“You must not know how much I love you.”

“Excuse me. Sir. Miss. This is the fifth floor. Aren’t you getting out here?”

Annie’s cheeks warmed as Cort slowly released her from his embrace. Maybe, she’d feel better after they were in her grandmother’s room.

The moment they opened Mrs. McClaine’s door, Annie’s heart fell. She knew she’d been right. 

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ROMANCING THE ZODIAC Book 2

by Wes Alistair

Unique for it’s herbal remedies and astrological poetry for each sign, Romancing The Zodiac was designed by the author to educate and entertain stargazers everywhere.

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Aquarius, Child of Uranus
    By Weslynn McCallister

Snow fell softly on the windowsill,
    lights flickered as Uranus, God of
    Change welcomed his child, Aquarius,
    to the Earth plane.

Waves of icy air filtered through the
    birthing center as Saturn announced his
    God- child.

Known to all as the Water Bearer, Aquarius,
    first of the air triplicity is the humanitarian
    of the zodiac.

Gifted with musical, intuitive and innovative
    powers, Aquarius desires freedom, change
    and the unusual.

Living in eclectic patterns, abrupt, often
    misunderstood, the Child of Uranus is
    the best friend one could have.

Dancing through his Aquarian incarnation, he
    vibrates to Gemini, Libra and Aries.

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