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Book #4 Beyond Diamonds

Veronica Mahara

Hello Everyone! I hope Thanksgiving day was a good one for all of you in the U.S. (I’m still full!)

With 2022 just around the corner I have plans to publish my fourth book in the summer/fall.

I’m having a grand time with my protagonist! It’s 1874 and twenty-year-old Jane is ready to take Cincinnati, Ohio by storm. Her father, a jewelry merchant and owner of several jewelry stores in and around the bustling, progressive city has plans for his son and daughter. His heirs will continue the empire he is building. However, Jane falls in love with one of his jewelry makers–some one below her class. Her father knew he was raising a strong, independent girl, but he didn’t count on this. When her beloved father dies unexpectedly, Jane is under her overbearing brother’s rules … until she takes life into her own hands.

Not to give too much away, but can a rich girl find happiness with a man who takes her out West to live on a sheep farm? And what happens when her inheritance is threatened by her brother’s mismanagement of the jewelry business?

Plenty of romance, adventure and lessons to be learned. I think this is shaping up to be a fun novel for my readers 🙂

Have a great day!

Peace and Love, Veronica

Watercolor painting by Veronica Mahara Stoneman 2020. This painting is my version of a piece in the book-the art of Botanical Drawing by
Agathe Ravet-Haevermans

Excerpts from my Novels

Book read

Veronica Mahara

 

Good Monday Morning!

Today is excerpt day! Here is a tid-bit from The Traveled Heart.

agriculture countryside dawn dusk
Photo by Dương Nhân on Pexels.com

Peace and Love

Veronica

 

Jessica lifted her eyes as Jacob left her bed and quietly closed the door behind him. The wave she had held back for so long rose to drown her. She rolled over and wept into her pillow, heaving sobs so great her stomach hurt. She felt the cruelty of the world as her broken heart wrestled with her anger. She pounded her fist against the mattress, once, twice, over and over until her arm felt as weak as her ability to change her life. If only she could run into the hills and scream to the world to hear her heart. Finally, she wiped her face with the sheet, pulled the coverlet around her and went to the open window. The air was cool. The grey-blue world was silent but for a few chirping birds. The peaceful stillness penetrated her forlorn spirit and she returned to the bed where the heady smell of Jacob’s body surrounded her. She lay on her back, her arm covering her wet face. Then a thought rushed to her so loud and foreboding she couldn’t move.