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Volume 2 Introduction: A Hint of the Story to Come "I was born on the French island of Martinique a lover of the wind where the air has the scent of sugar and vanilla. I am Suzonne Isabella Catherine La Fontaine and it is my honor to share with you the continuing saga of my youth and times." In this Volume 2 of 7 series, Suzonne of Twin Flames, we find the terror for Suzonne is only beginning. Will she be able to outsmart evil without compromising her soul or worse? Suzonne believed that no one saw her being brutalized by the savage pirate but she was wrong. Her tolerance for horror has been…mehr

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Volume 2 Introduction: A Hint of the Story to Come "I was born on the French island of Martinique a lover of the wind where the air has the scent of sugar and vanilla. I am Suzonne Isabella Catherine La Fontaine and it is my honor to share with you the continuing saga of my youth and times." In this Volume 2 of 7 series, Suzonne of Twin Flames, we find the terror for Suzonne is only beginning. Will she be able to outsmart evil without compromising her soul or worse? Suzonne believed that no one saw her being brutalized by the savage pirate but she was wrong. Her tolerance for horror has been surpassed. Suzonne is overwhelmed, she collapses. The stranger in her father's bed requires weeks of care. Her brother Raphael and her family friend Milo are incensed that Suzonne insists on caring for the stranger herself. Raphael addressed his sister. "And you, a young woman living alone, brought this stranger to your home and put him in papa's bed?" Suzonne raised her arm and pointed in the direction of the stable. "Where would you have him placed, in a horse's stall?" "No, I'm not a heathen. I'd have him carried to my wind house to avoid exposing you to danger and the entire plantation to a probable plague. He is obviously quite ill." Raphael's wife, Adeline, Suzonne's sister-in-law, has an ulterior motive regarding the stranger. Raphael shows a disturbing side of himself when Adeline is forced to confess to a blatant omission. Rutah appeared at the family cemetery; while Suzonne prayed. Rutah spoke over the gate; she gives Suzonne a joyous prediction. Later, Suzonne and Camille relive precious childhood memories. They rode their ponies through waves along the beach. Camille devastates Suzonne with details regarding the future Suzonne never imagined. Nightfall comes early on Martinique. Soon it would be dark, very dark. Be sure to read all 7 Volumes in the compelling saga that is Suzonne of Twin Flames!
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I always believed that I would write a book. Story-lines flashed through my mind even as a child walking home from grade school on a frigid winter afternoon. I remembered the beauty of a newly fallen snow and it triggered my imagination to create stories about the neighborhoods I passed. In no time, I'd be home having entertained myself all the way. My sister reminded me that instead of reading stories to her when I babysat, I would make up stories. She never forgot the one about a young dancer who yearned for red ballet slippers but her family had no money. I rarely recorded my stories. When I did jot down an intriguing few paragraphs, there was no follow through. I saved my notes and moved on to a new interest. Suzonne of Twin Flames did not allow that. Scenes and dialog filled my brain. When I didn't write it down, it continued to repeat until I did. However, there was a time limit. If after many opportunities, I had to write it down or run the risk of loosing it. It may or may not repeat weeks later. I could be driving down a highway with this unrelenting story having a field day in my thoughts. There were times when I pulled over to write as much as possible on a scrap of paper that happened to be in the console. Eventually I kept a spiral notebook on the passenger seat. I learned to take it everywhere: waiting rooms, shopping, the beach. I never knew when I would be given a thought that had to be captured. Many times I wrote the chapters until the wee hours, 3 or 4 AM. The next day after reading what I had written I said, "I wrote that? It's really good!"