Many of you have asked, so I thought I would post an excerpt for your enjoyment! Here is a snippet from Chapter 5:
Everett sped down the street trying to make up for lost time. He was twenty minutes late for an appointment across town thanks to the ineptitude of his secretary who, as of fifteen minutes ago, was now a former employee. He had no tolerance for silly mistakes.
He forged ahead through the intersection, ignoring the yellow light. By the time he saw the standing water and the girl on the sidewalk, it was too late. His tires sent a spray ten feet up in the air, drenching her from head to toe.
He cursed under his breath, pulling his car over. He left the engine running as he got out and hurried towards her. “Are you all right?”
The girl stood unmoving as if the water had frozen her to the sidewalk.
“I’m terribly sorry, miss,” he said in the most apologetic tone he could find. “I didn’t see you walking there.”
She slowly parted her dripping hair with her fingers, revealing a set of piercing brown eyes.
“I’m terribly sorry,” he repeated.
“What kind of moron are you?”
“Apparently the kind that drives too fast,” he said, hoping to defuse her anger.
“Oh, I see,” she said, still glaring at him. “You’re a comedic moron.” She began smoothing her long, raven hair with her hands, but it did little to help her appearance.
Everett bent down and picked her textbook up from off the pavement. “Can I give you a lift somewhere?”
“I think you’ve done quite enough,” she replied, snatching it from his fingers. She pivoted around on her heel and began marching away, leaving a trail of wet footprints behind her.
Everett headed back to his car feeling as if this day couldn’t possibly get any worse. As he pulled back onto the street, he noticed her walking ahead of him. He veered off to the side once more and rolled down his window. “Where are you going?”
She glanced to her left. “Are you following me?”
“Well,” he said, slowing down to match her pace, “you’re kind of hard to miss.” He suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his heart from the set of daggers that flew from her eyes. She obviously failed to see the humor in his remark.
He watched as her short, but beautiful legs carried her over to the bus stop where she angrily planted herself down on a bench. He pressed on the brake and stretched his arm over the back of the seat. “Let me give you a ride. I can get you there quicker than the bus.”
She gave him an absurd look. “Why on earth would I get in a car with you? I don’t even know you. You could be a serial killer or a rapist for all I know.”
He cocked his head sideways. “I can assure you, I’m neither of those things.”
“And I’m just supposed to believe you, is that it?”
“I’m Everett Harrington,” he said, offering her his best smile. “The jerk that ruined your day.”
The corners of her mouth twitched. “Well, you’re damn right about that,” she said, standing up.
He got out of his car and opened the door for her. “Where can I drop you?”
“Woodham Way. It’s south of here. Do you know it?”
“Yes,” he replied, sliding into his seat, but it was in the opposite direction in which he was headed. He checked his watch before pulling away.
“Are you late for something?”
“Not anymore,” he answered, making a right at the light.
“Well, don’t blame me. This is your own bloody fault. If you had been paying more attention, none of this would have happened.”
He turned to look at her. “Did I say anything about it being your fault?”
“You didn’t have to. I know your type,” she said arrogantly.
“What’s my type?”
“You’re a man, aren’t you?”
“You don’t know the first thing about me,” he said, feeling his jaw tighten.
“I know enough.” She wrapped her fingers around the ends of her hair and squeezed, sending a stream of rainwater down on his custom leather interior.
Everett gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. “Can you please not do that in here?”
“Would you prefer that I leave it in my hair?”
“I would prefer,” he said, trying to control his voice, “that you not do it on my seats.”
“Fine,” she muttered, dropping her hands.
“I didn’t catch your name,” he said after a drought of silence.
“That’s because I didn’t give it to you.”
Everett stifled a sigh. This was shaping up to be a banner day. As they drove towards the edge of town, he couldn’t help noticing her wet blouse. It clung to her in the front, accentuating everything underneath it. She glanced sideways at him, making him jerk his eyes back onto the road.
“Were you looking at my naughty bits?”
“Yes, you were.”
“You looked cold,” he said, realizing she wasn’t going to let this drop.
“Well of course I’m cold, you idiot! You and your bloody car just gave me a soaking!”
He pressed on the accelerator and changed lanes, wishing he had just left her standing on the sidewalk. He reached into the backseat and grabbed his blazer. “Here.”
She draped it over the front of her, tucking her arms inside.
“You’re welcome,” he said flatly.
“Oh, I beg your pardon. Thank you for giving me something to cover my shivering body with.”
The light up ahead turned yellow and Everett gunned the engine intending to run it, but the car in front of him decided to stop. He stomped hard on the brake, bringing the car to a screeching halt.
“Christ!” she said, putting her hands against the dash as she fell forward. “Is this your first day driving?”
“Is this your first day interacting with people?” he retorted.
She gave him an icy stare before turning her eyes back to the road.
Everett watched the light intently. The second it changed he floored the accelerator, smiling inwardly as her head snapped against the back of the seat.
“Eblan,” she muttered under her breath.
He didn’t know what that meant, but was fairly certain it wasn’t a compliment. Figuring it was pointless trying to make further conversation with her, he decidedly gave up.
He began to focus instead on how he could make up his meeting. It was a meeting in which six weeks of planning had gone into, and one that he had been more than ready for. It was also a meeting that he would be at right now if his secretary had remembered to tell him that it had been moved up an hour.
“Natalia Nisselovich,” she said, interrupting his thoughts.
“That’s my name.”
“Is that Russian?”
She smiled at him, revealing just how beautiful she was, wet hair and all. “Turn up here,” she said, pointing.
He made a left at the next street.
“Stop at the house with the blue shutters.”
He pulled into the driveway and got out to open the door for her.
“Thanks for the ride,” she said, handing him back his jacket.
“It was the least I could do.”
“Yes, it was.”
He smiled in spite of himself. “Would you like to go out for coffee, sometime?”
She turned and began making her way up the drive. “You know where I live.”
He leaned against the side of his car as he watched her walking away. “So, is that a yes?” he called out.
She looked over her shoulder and flashed him another smile.
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I will be doing a book signing this Saturday, Nov. 2 at Settlers Trace Lakeside. I’m looking forward to meeting you.
alcoholism, bipolar disorder, child abuse, Drama, dysfunctional family relationships, father and son relationships, grief, Literary Fiction, mental illness, Prequel to After All Is Said And Done, suicide of mother, teen alcoholism, widower, women's fiction
A man torn apart
A son forever scarred
Two men trying to connect when their only link has been broken…
Everett Harrington should have taken Natalia’s behavior that night as a sign of things to come, but hadn’t… When it came to her, he found himself unable to think clearly. It was on a scorching afternoon in late July that he had stood at the altar with her, making a promise in front of God and her parents to love her for better or for worse. And it was ten years later, on a rainy morning in September that he’d buried her. The days in between had been filled with brief intervals of happiness, and long periods of hopelessness.
Ethan Harrington’s innocence was lost seven years ago when his mother took her own life. Forced to grow up in a hurry, he quickly learned to build a wall around his heart, vowing never to let it be marked again. Now sixteen, and still ravaged by her death, he and his little sister, Renee, along with their father, try to live among the shattered remains of a family that was never functional to begin with.
Quick tempered and rarely sober, Ethan does his best to avoid his father, while at the same time trying to live up to his expectations. Determined not to be like him, Ethan desperately struggles to establish his own identity, but it’s a feat that’s as hard as it is unlikely when he discovers that he has inherited at least one of his father’s less desirable traits.
Everett tries to be a good father, but some things just can’t be forgiven… This is a coming of age novel that depicts the sometimes troubled and often times complex relationship experienced between fathers and sons in this standalone prequel to After All Is Said And Done.
This question has been on my mind a lot over the past few weeks. Are you the type of person that forgives easily? Or does it take you some time to get over it?
I have met a few people in my life who have the ability to truly forgive and forget. These people are fortunate souls indeed. Hurt seems to roll of their shoulders like water. Personally, I’m the type that takes forever to get over something. I catalogue it, commit it to my photographic memory, file it under NEVER, and harbor a grudge for all of eternity. Yep, that was me up until about two years ago.
For some of us, the hurt we feel runs deep. And it is burrowed so deeply inside of us, it has literally grown roots. The more time passes, the longer those roots grow until you are not only an angry person, but have now grown bitter.
Elton John wrote a beautiful song for The Lion King called The Circle Of Life. There is a verse in there that goes ‘Some of us sail through our troubles, and some of us have to live with the scars.’ As humans, some of have been deeply hurt or even traumatized by something that has happened to us as an adult or in childhood. It has left us emotionally scarred, because we can’t let it go, no matter how hard we try. We didn’t have a choice in the matter, and we absolutely cannot change or forget what happened.
Carrying around anger over something that we cannot change can eat us alive. Does forgiving someone change what has happened? Of course not. But I do know that forgiveness can be healing. We must let it go. Once we turn it loose, our heart begins to heal. It’s not easy by any means, but it’s better than the alternative. I realized that I didn’t want to grow to be an old and bitter person who has lived my life being angry about something I cannot change.
The message of forgiveness runs throughout the pages of my novel, After All Is Said And Done. Ethan Harrington has been hurt beyond words when his beloved wife, Jessica has an affair. His life slowly implodes as he loses his father suddenly, and then finds out the baby he thought was his belongs to the man Jessica had an affair with.
Ethan begins to have deep feelings of anger and inadequacy and soon begins to buckle under the strain. The only thing he can find comfort in is a bottle of scotch. The dynamics of marriage are explored in great detail throughout this book as well as the ramifications of infidelity.
I invite you to have a look and let me know what you think.
After All Is Said And Done – Summary
Nobody wakes up one morning and decides that today is the day they are going to cheat on their spouse. When the opportunity presents itself however, it is ultimately a choice. And that choice, whether good or bad, can have irrevocable consequences.
Ethan and Jessica Harrington are doctors who work alongside fellow doctors Gavin and Sarah Williams. After Jessica has an affair with Gavin, their lives are thrown into turmoil as they deal with the aftermath and subsequent fallout.
For the better part of a year the four of them have been working to piece their marriages back together. Sarah and Gavin are still reeling from a devastating miscarriage, while Jessica and Ethan are hesitantly looking forward to the birth of their first child.
Sarah’s hopes are immediately shattered when she learns how far Gavin’s infidelity has gone. Suddenly thrown into an unwanted independence she fights to find her way.
Jessica struggles to repair her marriage to Ethan as they become parents. But when Ethan, a borderline alcoholic, learns a dark secret, his world steadily begins to crumble. His drinking, fueled by this discovery slowly engulfs him. Jessica’s love for him is only matched by her fear of his temper. With his marriage now in pieces and his sanity questionable, Ethan struggles to come to terms with his alcoholism and face his past.
Theirs is a story of the tremendous amount of love some people have for one another, regardless of the pain that is sometimes inflicted.
It is available on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Apple, and wherever else e-books are sold.
My website: https://sites.google.com/site/belindagbuchanan
Book trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RmM-Uf6yG4w
A little bit about me:
I have been happily married to my husband for over 23 years now. I have two great sons, two persnickety cats, and 1 unconditionally loving dog that thinks he’s a person.
I am currently working on my fourth novel, involving Silver Creek.
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Interview with characters Ethan and Jessica Harrington from After All Is Said And Done by Belinda G. Buchanan
I blew into town, literally, on the heels of a summer squall. The drive from Bar Harbor had started out warm and sunny, but quickly changed to torrential rain and winds as I arrived in the small town of Serenity Harbor. I pulled into the parking lot of McKay’s Bar and Grill and said a quick prayer of thanks for living through the hurricane. Okay, I might be exaggerating a bit, but it was a very bad storm.
The rain had diminished to a steady downpour as I got out of my car. Using my purse for an umbrella, I hurried into the restaurant.
I quickly found the ladies room and went inside to repair the damage. I checked my reflection in the mirror and grimaced at the horror. I did my best to fix it with the tools I had brought with me, which consisted of rewetting drops and a tube of lipstick. Maybe the color on my lips would take the attention off of my wilted hair.
Going with the assumption that my idol, Robin Meade would never let flat hair get in the way of an interview, I girded myself with pretend confidence and strode out of the restroom.
The couple I was to interview was already here and sitting in the back of the restaurant. As I drew near their table, the two of them seemed to be having an argument. But it was being done in such a way, that it was going unnoticed by the people around them.
I stepped up to the table and cleared my throat. “Dr. Harrington?”
The man stood up and extended his hand. “Ms. Buchanan?”
“It’s very nice to meet you,” I said, giving him my best smile.
He turned slightly. “This is my wife, Jessica.”
She remained seated. “Ms. Buchanan.”
“Please, sit down.” Dr. Harrington gestured.
“Thank you both for agreeing to meet with me,” I said.
The waiter came to take our drink order.
“I’ll have water with lemon,” Jessica said.
I nodded. “I’ll have the same.”
“Scotch and water,” Dr. Harrington said.
(Jessica suddenly cut her eyes at him. Not sure of what I’d stepped into, I decided it would be best to start the interview.)
Me: “Dr. Harrington, as I told you over the phone, I am doing a human interest piece for the Maine Gazette. You are one of the doctors that operate a clinic inside the confines of the Serenity Harbor Hospital. Can you tell me a little bit about that?”
Ethan: “The clinic is open to those without insurance and those who cannot afford it. We don’t turn anyone away.”
Me: “What made you decide to open the clinic?”
Ethan: “My partner, Dr. Sarah Williams, opened it. It was her dream, and I am fortunate enough to be a part of it. There are families out there who have to make a choice every month to pay their rent, or pay for their prescriptions. We are trying to make that burden easier for them.”
(As he spoke, I admittedly lost myself in his dark eyes and soft voice.)
Me: “Jessica, what are your thoughts on the clinic? Do you agree with what your husband has said?”
Jessica: “Yes,” she said, reaching over and placing her hand on top of his. “I think it’s very important. His type of work is under appreciated and almost always goes unnoticed. But I am very proud of Ethan. He’s doing a wonderful thing.”
Me: “And, as I understand it, you are a doctor as well?”
Jessica: “I’m a cardiologist.”
Me: “Well, I’m guessing that you both must lead very busy lives.”
Ethan: “That’s probably an understatement.” He laughed.
Me: “How long have the two of you been married?”
Jessica: “Almost three years.”
Me: “How did you meet?”
Ethan: “We met at the hospital. It was my second day when I was introduced to her.” He paused a moment to look at her. A small smile spread over his face. “It was love at first sight.”
Me: “Do you have any children?”
(The smile suddenly ran away from Ethan’s face. He picked up his glass and drained it.)
Jessica: “We have a baby boy.”
Me: “How do the two of you balance work, parenthood, and time for each other? Or do you?”
(There was a long pause from both of them.)
Jessica: “We just have to make time for all those things. There are some days we don’t see each other at all, but when we do, we try to make the most of it.” She flipped her golden locks off her shoulders.
Me: “Still it must be hard. I would think that something’s got to give.”
Jessica: “Spending time together is probably the one thing we don’t get to do enough of. It can be difficult at times.” She looked over at her husband.
(Ethan held up his glass to signal the waitress.)
Me: “Ethan, do you agree?”
Ethan: “I think the one thing that’s helped us overcome this obstacle is that we were already in our professions when we married each other. I don’t think we had unrealistic expectations from each other.”
Me: “Such as?”
(The waitress brought Ethan another round. He eagerly picked it up and took a long swallow. Jessica watched him for a moment and then looked at me. Realizing I was still waiting for an answer, she cleared her throat.)
Jessica: “The fact that we can’t always spend time with each other doesn’t mean we love one another less. It just makes it better when we do get to see each other.”
Me: “What is the one thing you love the most about one another?”
Jessica: “His dedication as a doctor.”
Me: “And, Ethan? What do you love most about your wife?”
Ethan: “Her honesty.”
(Jessica’s face flushed and she looked away for a moment. Tension quickly filled the area like a dense fog. I took that as my cue to leave. I thanked them both for their time and began walking away. Just before I went out I turned back to look. They seemed to be embroiled in another argument.)
You can also read the first 5 chapters of After All Is Said And Done, along with 5 other great books in First Five Chapters – Vol. 2
Book 1 – Emerald Barnes – Piercing Through The Darkness
Book 2 – Belinda G. Buchanan – After All Is Said And Done
Book 3 – Lorhainne Eckhart – The Forgotten Child
Book 4 – Katheryn Lane – The Royal Sheikh
Book 5 – Tarek Refaat – Ruptured
Book 6 – Collette Scott – If We Dare to Dream
available on amazon: http://www.amazon.com/First-Chapters-Volume-ebook/dp/B007LNW2KA
I invite you to check out these authors and their amazing books!
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Terror has come to this small town. A sinister killer is on the loose. A serial killer who feeds off of young women’s fear…and leaves a most unusual calling card. Police Chief Nathan Sommers is on the hunt, but every road leads to a dead end.
Nathan is battling his own personal demons as he tries to cope with the death of his wife. He feels her dying was a direct result of his actions and is consumed by guilt.
His personal life becomes more complicated when he meets Katie, the pretty new owner of the bakery. Nathan slowly builds a relationship with her, but still struggles with Jenny’s death.
3:35 am – woke up to the sound of my 6 year old calling my name. I stumble out into the hall and up the stairs to his room. He has had a nightmare about sharks. Note to self – allowing him to watch Shark Week was not one of my shining moments.
6:30 am – woke up a second time to the sound of my cat throwing up on the floor beside the bed. I roll over and pull the covers over my head.
9:00 am – downstairs on the couch, not feeling so well. Grateful to my oldest son, who walked the dog and brought me a banana. So sweet.
Also ever so grateful that Discovery Channel is running a marathon of Survivorman. My 6 year old thinks he is the greatest thing ever. I doze on the couch, wallowing in my misery.
10:00 am – My husband comes home a day early from his trip. Oh Yay! He can take care of me and occupy the boys. He’s been up for 24 hours straight. ”Going to bed.” He says.
10:30 – 11:00 – both boys fight over the coveted blue blanket in our house. The 6 year old wants it for his tent he’s building, the 12 year old wants to cover up with it. Shouting ensues and ends with me screaming at them in my Mom Demon voice that they’re going to wake their dad. Of course, I think I just did.
11:30 – feeling a little better. Raise myself to a sitting position and open the laptop. Check e-mails and book sales on kindle. Click over to begin writing on my new novel. As I begin scrolling through the pages, boys begin fighting again. Oldest son would like lunch and I ask him if he will please make something for himself and his brother.
12:15 – they have popcorn chicken and applesauce.
1:00 – manage to write exactly 7 sentences before dog has to go out and wee wee.
2:00 – hear signs of life upstairs from husband. He makes us grilled hamburgers. Delicious.
3:10 – watch Soul Surfer. Great movie, but had to stifle a laugh when my 6 year old asked when her arm was going to grow back.
6:00 – ended another argument between my boys on WWII. ”Come on? Seriously?”
5 more days til school starts……
While driving to Walmart this morning, I had an interesting conversation with my 6 year old son:
Jeremy: Ooohh! I have a headache.
Me: You do? When did it start?
Jeremy: Right when we got in the van to leave.
Me: When we get home I’ll give you your claritin and that should help.
Drive in silence for a bit……
Jeremy: Mom, I think I need a pamprin.
Me: Uh…..where did you hear about that?
Jeremy: I saw it advertised on tv. It stops your headache before it stops you.
Katherine Owen is the author of two great novels, Seeing Julia, and Not To Us. Please stop by this weekend to read her exclusive interview.
Belinda G. Buchanan: Tell us a little about your new novel, Not To Us?
Katherine Owen: Not To Us is the roller coaster ride story of Ellen Kay “Ellie” Bradford. Ellie—a successful editor, a doting mother, and a loving wife—discovers her perfect world has been rocked by her best friend Carrie’s betrayal with her husband Robert. Since college, it’s been the two couples: Robert and Ellie; and, Michael and Carrie. Ellie’s world unravels even further when she learns she has breast cancer from Michael, the brilliant surgeon determined to save her. With an unexpected pregnancy further complicating Ellie’s cancer treatment, Michael and Ellie marry, both intent on building another perfect life together with their blended families. But soon after, their extraordinary bond is tested like never before.
Not To Us is an insightful look into one woman’s personal journey in discovering the only way to keep her one and only wish is to trust the ones that count, beginning with herself.
Belinda G. Buchanan: In this book, you write entirely from Ellie’s perspective. Why did you choose to go that route?
Katherine Owen: I’m fond of first person present tense as a writing style. I enjoy the challenge that comes with writing a story from a limited point of view where, sometimes, the readers, themselves, can put together more of the underlying theme of the story than even main character may actually be aware of or revealing.
Belinda G. Buchanan: The book shares a lot of details about breast cancer. Are you yourself a survivor?
Katherine Owen: The answer is no to the second part of that question, however, I did experience a quiet ah-hah moment for the impetus of this book when I contemplated the news that one of my friends was dealing with breast cancer which led me to posing the “what if” kind of questions: What if you were facing a life-threatening illness? Would it change you?
I would actually assert that Not To Us is never really about breast cancer; cancer is a side issue, while the rest of Ellie’s life falls apart. I don’t want to be too specific because some of you read the last pages first, but this is about one woman’s journey in discovering who she really is and what she really wants, when her life tragically falls apart and she has to make choices. A subset of this theme is the impact that grief and loss have on all of the characters in this story, though the main focus resides with Michael and Ellie.
Obviously, it’s Ellie’s story, told from her point of view, but readers get a sense of all the other characters that touch her life in some way. Keep in mind the first two lines of the book: There are all kinds of ways for a relationship to be tested, even broken, irrevocably. It’s the endings that we’re unprepared for.
Not To Us deals with a lot of different relationships throughout the story that are broken or end, some, irrevocably.
Belinda G. Buchanan: If readers could walk away with one thing after reading your book, what would you wish for it to be?
Katherine Owen: Life is precious. Every day counts; you never know when you might lose the ones you love the most.
Belinda G. Buchanan: What do you have in the works? Can you share any tidbits with us?
Katherine Owen: It’s not always easy to talk about my future novels because I have a tendency to let the story lines unfold as I go along, however, here is what I’m working on right now:
The first one is When I See You about a young woman whose husband is killed while serving as part of a sniper team in Afghanistan. Jordan Holloway tries to cope with the loss of her husband Ethan and rebuild a life for herself and her young son, Max, when she discovers a letter from Ethan that leads her to Brock Wainwright, her husband’s sniper partner. Jordan has been blaming Brock for Ethan’s death, but she soon discovers Brock battles his own demons about the firefight in Afghanistan that killed his best friend and partner. When I See You is told from both Jordan’s point of view as well as Brock’s and explores the grief they both share over the loss of Ethan as well as their attempts to find their way back to new, but very different life.
The second novel I’m working on is Saving Valentines about a brilliant surgeon who’s been serving in Afghanistan and returns home, expecting to resume the life he left behind, only to discover that everything has changed, perhaps, himself, most of all. Saving Valentines is about one man’s journey back to himself in realizing that all his sacrifices for the cause may have cost him the things he loves the most.
I’m also playing around with a story tentatively titled Finding Amy about sixteen-year-old Tally who grieves the loss of her mother and on one fateful night meets a college boy, named Damon—their connection rocks their worlds in different ways for years to come. Here’s the tagline for this one:
The one night they share leads to a life of searching. She: to stay lost. He: to find her.
So, those are three novels that I’m busy writing, writing, writing. Visit my web site for the latest updates on all of my novels: http://www.katherineclareowen.com. As always, thank you so much for reading my work.
Belinda G. Buchanan: Thank you Katherine for sharing a little insight with us on your book. Congratulations on it’s success. And I look forward to reading your next novels!