The kitchen was silent without clatter of dishes, no gossiping, and no scratching from the potboy trying to rid the pot of the last bit of burned grits. Almost afraid to look, Yvette put her fork down and looked to the swinging door that Townsend filled up so well. Imogene began to wave the staff out of the kitchen.
Townsend ducked his head. “Sorry to bother you, I just wanted a word with Yvette if you don’t mind.” He nodded to Imogene, and then added, “Ma’am.”
“Go ahead. She’s all yars.” Imogene hooted as she left the kitchen as if she found something amusing.
Yvette shook her head. “She’s always finding something funny.”
Townsend pulled out a chair and sat across from her at the worktable. It was so narrow that their knees touched. Did he feel a small tingle zip up his leg too or was it just her? His lips pulled down in a grimace, which probably meant he did, and also that he didn’t like it. It could be that he slammed his knee up against hers, and it just hurt, too. He opened his mouth as if he was ready to say something, then, closed it, pulling his lips into a firm line.
“Townsend, please don’t worry about hurting my feelings. Go ahead and say whatever you have to say. It will make it easier on both of us. That way you can head back home.” Yvette offered the words as a way to help him out. The last thing she wanted was for him to leave. On the other hand, did she want to keep twisting in the breeze? Sometimes she felt like one of those characters in the forbidden novels Emily devoured. The woman was always in love with an inappropriate man, and it never ended well. That, in itself, should be a lesson for her. Taking her fork, she mushed up the rest of the biscuit since her appetite had fled.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Morgan K Wyatt, raised on a steady diet of superheroes, believed she could fly at a very young age. After using trees, barn lofts, sliding boards, and even a second story window as launch pads, she found her flying skills were limited to fast and downward. By the age of nine, her dreams to be a superhero needed some modifications, which caused her to turn to writing and horseback riding as alternatives to flying.
At the age of twenty, she had another chance at superhero greatness as being one of the few female soldiers trained for combat. The fact that women will be able to serve in combat soon indicates that all the witnesses to the grenade incident have retired. The grenade incident didn’t prevent her two sons or daughter-in-law from enlisting in the service. Having different last names probably helped.
Morgan recently retired from teaching special needs students to write fulltime, instead of in the wee hours of the night. With the help of her helpful husband and loyal hound, she creates characters who often grab plot lines and run with them. As for flying, she prefers the airlines now.
Morgan will be awarding a $5 Amazon GC to a randomly drawn commenter at every stop, and grand prize of the winner's choice of ivory, peach, or white, cultured freshwater pearl necklace to one randomly drawn commenter during the tour.
Rebel Heartsong was a touching and emotional read. The period the story is from was a very trying time for so many and it was wonderfully written by Morgan, giving you the feel for the time.
You will be rooting for the characters throughout the story and feel like you're right there with them. I am looking forward to reading more from this author.