How long would you wait to be reunited with the one you love?
Love, obsession, and betrayal, the most powerful human emotions, are spun together in this gothic novel. Tandie Harrison is a police medium who has just suffered a divorce after losing both her psychic visions and her daughter in a car accident. When she leaves New York City to start a new life near her hometown, she moves into the alluring plantation house, Chelby Rose, and falls for its charismatic caretaker, Eric Fontalvo.
Their burgeoning affair ignites a centuries old curse, ensnaring them in a web of danger, deceit, and intrigue. Soon Tandie learns that in placid Bolivia, the worlds of the living and the dead are dangerously connected. Hacienda Moon is a seductive tale of one woman’s journey to confront the demons of her past and find the courage to face her future. It is a mesmerizing novel that explores the deepest depths of human nature, and the characters will hold and haunt you long after you have read the final chapter.
Love, obsession, and betrayal, the most powerful human emotions, are spun together in this gothic novel. Hacienda Moon is a seductive tale of one woman’s journey to confront the demons of her past and find the courage to face her future.
Sometimes the darkest soul can have the brightest heart of all.
Tandie Harrison leaves the comforts of her life as a psychic detective to start a new life in a renovated plantation.
It is a mesmerizing novel that explores the deepest depths of human nature. This novel is loosely based on the true story of a warship called the Fortuna that attacked the region now known as Brunswick County, North Carolina, on September 4, 1748.
I dream of a man, someone who lived a long time ago.
He has eyes filled with warmth, dark jewels that penetrate my soul each time I glance into them. As I drift along this cycle of pain, this fight that I call life, I think of him, my mysterious lover; and when I close my eyes each night, I imagine his face just before I fall asleep. He touches me, holds me, loves everything about me. I understand this is only my imagination, but it’s something I believe has crossed the boundaries of another era to reach me.
Inside this memory this dream, we sometimes lay together on a mattress inside a small cabin, a tiny but cozy place with only one room and a bed made of hay. I realize these are stolen slices of time, yet it doesn’t matter. His love fills me with desire, makes me feel invincible, turns me into the conqueror I’ve always wanted to be but was to afraid to become. At dawn, I sneak away and leave him sleeping soundly. However, doing so causes me pain. And then, the dream ends.
Why do I yearn for him?
How can I obsess over a stranger?
My phantom lover is only an image inside of a dream, but his touch seems so real that I wake up and feel lost after I realize he’s gone, leaving me to face life without her, my soulmate, my little girl I lost so many years ago.
Sighing deeply, I lift my body up, get dressed and head out to work. Life’s cumbersome trials have become difficult to face every day. I have lost the two greatest parts of my heart, and the will to live sometimes escapes me. But no matter how much I hurt, I find courage when I think of his face; and in my darkest hour, I discover the will to carry on. Just because life has tossed me onto the wheel of chaos and has taken everything I ever held close to my heart, doesn’t mean I will allow the agony to consume all of me.
Grief, loss, and pain, I have this to say to all three of you: “I’m taking back the key I gave to you–the one you used to lock my heart inside your dark chamber.”
My life still belongs to me. I understand what you don’t want me to see. You don’t want me to believe or hope… or live.
However, I’m going to do my best.
I must try.
Somehow I will survive. For him…
For now, I wait.