NEW RELEASE - GOLD RUSH DELUGE by Suzanne Lilly
Earlier this month I was lucky enough to receive an advanced copy of GOLD RUSH DELUGE from the fabulous Suzanne Lilly. I'm thrilled to welcome her here today and help promote the book, which is a BRAND NEW release! For anyone who loves adventure, romance, and history, GOLD RUSH DELUGE is a 5-Star read! Click HERE to read my review!
Publication Date: August 23, 2014
When Lucinda Martin York and George Arnold leave Diggers Flat during a rainstorm, the Sacramento and American rivers crest, causing a deluge of epic proportions that engulfs the town of Sacramento. While Lucinda uses her medical skills to help save the citizens, George proposes a plan to stop the floodwaters and save the town.
Lucinda holds fast to her dream of becoming a doctor and apprentices to Dr. Mitchell Kersey. She falls under his spell, and too late she realizes Kersey has a dark and murderous past that has followed him to California. The danger she finds herself enmeshed in may end her dreams before they have even begun.
Based on historical events of 1850 Sacramento, Gold Rush Deluge is riveting and romantic.
About Suzanne Lilly
Suzanne Lilly is a teacher and a writer who occasionally takes time off to zipline in Alaska, teach in China, and traipse around Rome. She writes sweet stories with a splash of suspense, a flash of the unexplained, a dash of romance, and always a happy ending.
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What reviewers are saying about Suzanne Lilly’s books
Gold Rush Girl is good, clean, and well written historical read. I can easily see this story being made into a mini series. ~~~Book Preview Review
Untellable is a delightful mix of mystery, suspense, and love. Lilly creates characters that are warm and memorable. ~~~Brenda Maxfield, author of The Edgemont Collection
Sweet, touching, a bit scary and nerve-wracking, and ultimately satisfying. ~~~Books in the Hall
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Excerpts from Gold Rush Deluge
Excerpt # 1
October 1848, New York
Dr. Mitchell Kersey brushed a piece of dead grass off his wool coat sleeve as he watched the two oilcloth-wrapped bundles sink under the still surface of the millpond. He tossed the key to his house into its murky depths. A sigh of relief escaped his lips. Soon, the cold winter temperatures would ice over the millpond and bury it in deep snow, snow that would bury his cold secret. He felt a sense of satisfaction at a clean job well done, with a minimum of blood, mess, and fuss. However, his satisfaction was tinged with disappointment that he would never be able to share this particular accomplishment with anyone.
Nonetheless, he hummed an energetic tune, the “Radetzky Marsch” by Johann Strauss, as he walked to the crossroad where he would catch a hansom cab to New York City. It was marching music, a triumphant little tune, in direct correlation to his demeanor. He stepped sprightly, his head held high and his shoulders back, with the lightness that comes with the release of a heavy burden. The burden being his wife, holding him to this place where he had no future. He wanted to move to Alta California where he could make a name for himself instead of being just another doctor. But she had been afraid to leave her family. Kersey could not tolerate fear. He told her if she wouldn’t come with him, she and the baby could stay here.
And so it was.
In the morning, Kersey would embark on the newly commissioned steamship SS California bound for San Francisco. The SS California would take Kersey to Rio de Janeiro, through the Straits of Magellan, docking in Valparaiso and Panama to pick up more passengers before heading to the territory of Alta California. In October of 1848, Kersey had not yet heard of the California gold rush and the ensuing feverish migration to the Sierras. His reason for making an escape to the western edge of the continent was purely selfish. Once he put his life in Amherst behind him, he would begin a new life. A life unencumbered, a life in which he had only to look out for himself. A life in which his past did not matter, only the future he planned to create.
Excerpt # 2
The silken finery and feathery cap preceded the countenance of Helen McPhail as a young porter escorted her from the steamship to dry ground.
George groaned. Helen. What is she doing here?
Victoria Arnold walked behind Helen. She tipped onto her toes, peering over Helen’s shoulder and waving a gloved hand at her son.
George smoothed the curl of hair that always fell over his forehead and smiled at his mother. He stepped past Helen and took his mother’s small carpetbag. He gave her his hand to help her step to the dock.
"George, darling!" She reached up and hugged him around his neck before slathering a kiss on his cheek. She lowered her hands and held him out at arm’s length while she examined him. "It’s so wonderful to see you again. I was so worried about you all those months you were gone. You look healthy and well fed. And just as handsome as ever."
"Like I told you in my letter, Mother, I needed some time to find my own way." He continued holding her hand, surprised at how emotional he felt at seeing her once again. While he'd been in the foothills, he'd been too busy with mining and surviving to miss his family, but now, this rush of sentiment surprised him. Perhaps it was the near brush with losing his father that made him more appreciative of his family. Or perhaps it was the influence of Lucinda and the thought of bringing her into his family.
"What about me, George?" Helen cocked her head coquettishly. The feather in her velvet hat bounced in the breeze. "Did you miss me?"
George turned away from his mother to the woman now smiling at him, a woman who loved herself far more than she could ever love anyone else.
"Of course I missed you, Helen. Every day, I thought about how quiet it was to hear the songbirds unaccompanied by your unique voice." He raised her gloved hand to his lips and kissed it.
Helen considered his comment, her eyes unsure. “If I didn’t know better, George, I would think you just insulted me. But you would never do that, would you?”
George bowed his head and forced his lips to resist turning up at the edges. From the corner of his eye, he saw the look of approval on his mother's face. Helen and her mother wanted this relationship so badly, wanted him to propose marriage, but it was all wrong. It was wrong in so many ways. They were going to be very disappointed.
Excerpt # 3
“Pinch your cheeks,” Nurse Maggie whispered.
“Right.” Lucinda pinched her cheeks to make them rosy and walked out to greet George. He stood just inside the doorway, holding his hat in his hand in front of him. His hair was combed, and she smelled the cologne from his fresh shave. Lucinda admired his strong jaw and broad shoulders. He chatted with a man sitting on the bench and even coerced a laugh out of the ailing miner.
“Good morning, George.” He turned to her, she saw his face light up, and he smiled that glorious smile she had fallen in love with the night she met him. She stepped forward.
“To what do I owe this pleasure?”
He took a deep bow and handed a bouquet he’d been holding behind his back to Lucinda. “I was out picking weeds and thought you might fancy a bunch for your hospital.”
She pressed her face to the flowers and inhaled deeply of the lavender scent. It was one of her favorite flowers. Golden poppies surrounded the purple blooms. “It’s not every day a man honors me with weeds.”
She walked to the kitchen and grabbed a glass jar off the shelf. She dipped it in the water barrel and held the jar up to the light, inspecting the water. It looked clear. She placed the flowers in the jar of water and set them on the table near the entrance door.
“Did you come to butter me up and ask me if you can help me in the hospital today, Mr. Arnold? If so, the answer is an unequivocal yes.”
George pretended to consider her offer. “Hmm . . .” He tapped his chin. “No. That’s not the reason for my visit.” He took her elbow and turned her toward the open front doors. He pointed outside where a horse grazed on the new, tender shoots of greenery pushing up from the ground. “I came to invite you on a picnic to enjoy this glorious day. I have the horse ready, and as you can see, she’s already started her own picnic.”
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