This book has been a long time coming due to unfortunate acts of LIFE, but I wouldn't change a thing. I believe God's timing is always the best timing. Can somebody say AMEN?! We never know why certain things happen in our lives, but they always work out for the best. Well, that's always been my experience. I can go on and on about this but it's my Release Day!! Ain't God good, though?
Back to my book... Still can't tell I'm excited! LOL
Author Note:
Writing Silence was an emotional journey for me. I wanted each emotion I experienced working on this project to flow over to my readers. Savannah Rose whose name was April when I began this story, is a character none like any other I've developed. I wantedvher story to reflect pain, love, and second chance from a child's point of view. Imagine being stuck watching the people you love and the people who stole your life go on with their lives. Being trapped, longing to be with your parents who passed unexpectedly. How would you handle that?
The town of Milledgeville gave way to the voices and storyline dancing around in my head. Well, at least one of them.There are way too many... I wanted a creepy town vibe with a close-knit community. When tragedy happens no one wants to take ownership because that would mean their town isn't so perfect. It was the seamless opportunity to allow all hell to break loose. I was able to broaden my horizons and let the story go where it wanted to go. I'm very pleased.
Now, my favorite character in the story would have to be Miss Odessa. She reminds me of someone who I've known a long time. Her character has many layers. One minute she is sweet, the next she's sour, and in another, she can be a bit of both combined. Her sharp wit and genuineness gave me a better appreciation of her over the course of the story. I didn't want the story to become predictable in any way.
I think the most mysterious character is Mr. Hanny. I think there's more to his story than what this book gave a glimpse of. Who knows, there may be more from Old Man Marshall in the future. I'm already working on something. :)
And what about Blue Cantrell? Gotta love Blue! He is another one of my favorite characters. People judge him by who his family is and assumes he's a certain way. We have all been guilty of this at some point in time. I wanted his character to reflect "never judge a book by its cover." There is definitely more for Blue. He may find himself back in the place he despises. There is much to learn about Milledgeville.
The town of Milledgeville gave way to the voices and storyline dancing around in my head. Well, at least one of them.There are way too many... I wanted a creepy town vibe with a close-knit community. When tragedy happens no one wants to take ownership because that would mean their town isn't so perfect. It was the seamless opportunity to allow all hell to break loose. I was able to broaden my horizons and let the story go where it wanted to go. I'm very pleased.
Now, my favorite character in the story would have to be Miss Odessa. She reminds me of someone who I've known a long time. Her character has many layers. One minute she is sweet, the next she's sour, and in another, she can be a bit of both combined. Her sharp wit and genuineness gave me a better appreciation of her over the course of the story. I didn't want the story to become predictable in any way.
I think the most mysterious character is Mr. Hanny. I think there's more to his story than what this book gave a glimpse of. Who knows, there may be more from Old Man Marshall in the future. I'm already working on something. :)
And what about Blue Cantrell? Gotta love Blue! He is another one of my favorite characters. People judge him by who his family is and assumes he's a certain way. We have all been guilty of this at some point in time. I wanted his character to reflect "never judge a book by its cover." There is definitely more for Blue. He may find himself back in the place he despises. There is much to learn about Milledgeville.
Synopsis:
Savannah Rose was abducted from the Milledgeville County Fair when she was only eight years old. After searching for several months, all hope of ever finding her alive vanished. Her body was never found. The town grieved the loss of such an amazing little girl, yet someone knows what really happened that day. When April Rose returns, she isn’t quite what the people she encounter imagines. She isn’t the sweet, cheerful, happy little girl they once knew.
Seeking revenge on the town’s residents for not protecting her and finding out the true identity of her abductor is the only way Savannah Rose gains any sense of justice and peace. Will she solve the mystery of her death so that she can finally transition or will her spirit stay trapped forever? Will the town of Milledgeville still exist once her mission is complete or perish before making good on the oath, taken centuries ago?
As Savannah Rose unleashes her wrath, secrets of Milledgeville meant to be kept hidden forever are exposed. Total damnation lives in the woods surrounding the quiet, close-knit town. It is up to the remaining founding-family members to keep the deal made by their ancestors intact before destruction wipes them off the map.
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| I hate there is a white border around the cover. Tried removing it several times but it won't go away. Anyway, I digress! |
A soft
thump caught his attention. It was darker in the backyard than Bobby
remembered. The few lights surrounding him flickered, but he didn’t think much
of it. Sometimes the lights did seem to have a mind of their own on their
property.
The
still of the night soothed Bobby,
comforting his weary soul. He sipped his brown liquor allowing the robust taste
to carry all of his troubles away. Bobby closed his eyes and exhaled. Suddenly,
the wind began to howl, and the stars
vanished. Rolling clouds of gray made the
sky look as if it was about to reach down and collar him. The forecast hadn’t
predicted any inclement weather. Then
again, summer nights in Milledgeville were unpredictable.
“What
is happening tonight?” Bobby said in a murmur. His eyes scanned the night.
Dancing shadows caught his attention in the nearby woods surrounding his
property. Rubbing his hand down his face, Bobby shook his head. He was tripping. Drinking alone always
made his mind see things that weren’t there. Maybe it was time to join his brothers inside. Just as he was about
to make his way toward the back door of the house, something stopped him dead
in his tracks. Bobby wiped his eyes. Clearly, he was more than a few levels past tipsy.
Everything
around him became calm, silent. Bobby’s eyes darted back and forth. Staggering
toward the house, he paused to keep his balance. He could feel a presence close
in proximity. He wasn’t alone. The shadows in the woods continued to dance,
mocking him. Bobby nearly stumbled and fell. Light whispers engulfed him
causing his heart to nearly jump out of his chest. He was unable to move. Although
he told his mind to haul ass, his
body wasn’t listening.
He
focused his eyes. It couldn’t be.
There standing, only inches from him was the little girl he had just been thinking
about.
“I
really should stop drinking,” Bobby said laughing at his paranoia. His brothers
were trying to scare him.
“Bart,
Blue, Bill and Bull, you sons-of-bitches must want a good old fashion kick in the ass. Stop playing
around! I’m in no mood for games tonight,” Bobby called out in a long frustrated slur. He waited until one
of them answered or started laughing, but that never came. Instead, walking out
of the darkness with eyes that emitted embers was Savannah Rose. She fixated
her attention directly on him, ensnaring him in her visage.
“What
are you doing here? You’re dead! We left you bleeding to death that day. You
can’t be real,” Bobby yelled in a frantic tone.
Savannah
Rose didn’t dignify him with a response. She lifted her arm and flung it to the
left causing Bobby’s body to go flying through the air. He landed next to an old
pickup truck. He howled in pain. She moved toward him using her force to
break each window. Glass shattered about, some cutting Bobby on his arms, face,
and legs. He used his hands to shield his head. His fingers stung from the
shards of glass nicking them.
The impact of the
breaking glass should have been enough to get his brothers to check on him. Where were they when he needed them? The
more he called for help, the more the silence submerged him. No one could hear
him. No one would hear him.
To purchase your copy of Silence click on the link below. Paperbacks will be available soon.
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01LBWQLDA
Until next time, Be Inspired, Be Encouraged, & Be YOU!!
Purple Hugs,
KeKe Chanel
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