Hey there blog buddies! Hope you are having a great week. It has been a HOT one. Good time to curl up in the AC and get some reading done.
Back in May (it doesn’t seem that long ago), I read and reviewed Destiny at Oak Valley by Jeffree Wyn Itrich. It’s not a book I would have probably picked up on my own, but I have recently dove head first into historical fiction and this was icing on the case.
Today, we are revealing the cover for the sequel in this series, which is now available in print and should be available online very soon.
Ladies and gents, I present to you Call of the Whisperwind.
Jeffree has so very generously released a couple of sneak peaks on her blog.
Sneak Peak 1:
They pulled out of town and a slight breeze picked up, whistling past them, singing the high pitch of a gust looking for its mate. Rachel pulled the shawl tightly around her shoulders, buffering herself from the dropping temperature. Suddenly she heard a low resonate voice and looked around, then at Noah.
“Did you say something?” she asked.
He shook his head. She could have sworn she heard someone talking to her. A few minutes later she heard the soft voice again. This time it was diffused, as though the person was speaking through a wall. She couldn’t quite understand the words and looked over at Noah. He was silent, still looking forward. She shook her head, and then heard it a third time. Again she looked at the driver.
“You hearing voices?” he asked, without turning toward her.
“Yes,” she answered, a little alarmed.
“Do not be frightened. It is only the whisperwind. If you listen carefully you will hear clearly. They talk only to people who can hear them and only when they have something important to say.”
“What kind of spirits?” she asked, looking all around, a shiver running up her spine.
“Good spirits. They mean no harm and only speak when someone needs comfort. You have been through a scare; they are probably telling you that they are looking after you. That is what the whisperwind does.”
Rachel listened for the rest of the trip, but heard no more, only the creaking of the wooden wheels on the grooved, hard dirt road and the clopping of the horse’s hooves.
Sneak Peak 2:
1883 Santa Fe, New Mexico
The day dawned with its usual indigo brilliance, shards of blue puncturing the sky. The quiet of the early morning ebbed as the light cast its glow. Watercolor rays radiated down on the crimson earth, where the vast desert wilderness meets the sky. Warm dry breezes carried the scents of chaparral and sage floating down the town’s streets and through windows open in the early autumn air, the last vestige of summer.
Rachel Bradshaw tosses and turns in the shadowed morning light; a cold, clammy sweat covers her, making her nightgown stick to her pale skin, plastering her dark brown hair to her scalp; she bites her lip fiercely and lets out a muffled scream. She sees her husband, Matt, lying in a dank pool of his own blood. Nausea roils in the pit of her stomach. Bile creeps up and burns her throat as her heart races frantically. Suddenly she can’t breathe and gasps for air.
Matt reached over and shook her shoulder. “Wake up, Rachel, wake up.”
She opened her eyes to see Matt leaning over her, his eyes pinched with worry, his brow furrowed.
“Same dream?” he asked, running his hand over her damp hair, pulling it off of her face.
She nodded, blinking herself awake. “It was so real.” She swallowed hard. “You were dying.” Tears of terror filled her emerald green eyes, turning them the dark shade of a forest at dusk.
He took her in his arms and stroked her head to calm her down.
Jeffree just posted on her Facebook page that Call of the Whisperwind has been sent to the publishing house, so keep your eyes out for the e-version soon. I can’t wait to read it. I loved Destiny at Oak Valley.