by p.m. Terrell
A provocative story of a love that spans centuries, of soul mates found, lost and reunited… and the lengths to which one man will go to change their destiny.
Irish Detective Ryan O’Clery is working a series of homicides in America when he discovers a journal written by an uncle, Constable Rian Kelly, five generations earlier. The journal detailed the same type of murders as the worst storm in Ireland’s history slammed into the island in 1839.
As Hurricane Irene barrels toward the North Carolina coastline, Ryan discovers even the killer’s description matches his cases exactly. And as he falls in love with television reporter Cathleen Reilly, he begins to wonder if she is the reincarnation of Caitlin O’Conor, Rian Kelly’s lover—the woman who was lost to the killer as the storm raged in Ireland—and if he is the reincarnation of Constable Rian Kelly.
Now he’s in a race to rescue Cathleen before the killer finds her—or is history destined to repeat itself?
Read an excerpt:
“I know you too well,” Claire said. “You’re wanting the story of Caitlín O’Conor, aren’t you?”
She smiled. “Her name was Caitlín O’Conor. She was supposedly the great love of Ríán Kelly’s life. It was a star-crossed love story. Her father was a prominent man in the village and Ríán was a ‘lowly county inspector’ and though they were deeply in love, her father would not permit Ríán to ask for her hand in marriage.”
He felt his chest tighten and he sipped his coffee to avoid Claire’s piercing eyes.
“The tale is that they sneaked around for years; everybody knew it. Everybody except Caitlín’s father, that is. They were madly in love.” She sighed wistfully.
“What happened?” He kept his eyes on his coffee. “Did she marry someone else?”
“Her father died. Quite unexpectedly. Heart simply stopped. And without him in the way, they were clear to be married.” She brushed non-existent crumbs from the countertop before continuing. “He asked for her hand in marriage on New Year’s Eve. Let’s see, I believe it was 1838. Yes, that’s right. December 31, 1838.”
“How can you be so certain of the date?”
“Because seven days later, Caitlín was dead.”
His head jerked up and he stared into Claire’s eyes. They were as green as the fields of Ireland and now she cocked her head and eyed him curiously.
“He’d gone to Dublin, so the story goes,” she continued slowly.
“Aye. He’d been called away on business. And as Fate would have it, the great flood came while he was gone and Caitlín was swept away. It was January 6, 1839—Epiphany.” Her voice took on a whispered note as though she was telling a ghost story. “There were those in the faith who had forecast the end of the world would occur on January 6, 1839—the day of Epiphany. So when the air grew completely still, so still they could hear the voices of neighbors miles apart, there were some who thought the end was near.”
He waited for her to continue. His cheeks were growing flush and he could feel beads of sweat beginning to pop out across his brow. “What happened then?”
“By nightfall, there were gale force winds. They moved from the western coast of Ireland all the way to Dublin, where Ríán Kelly had traveled. Some said the winds were accompanied by an eerie moan, a rumbling of sorts. But not thunder; it was a sound never heard before nor since. It increased as the winds grew. And then the northern sky turned a shade of red that had never been seen before.
“Well, so the myth goes, Ríán Kelly left Dublin immediately. It was a miracle he made it back to the village at all. He traveled through the night, in the rain and the hail, with the winds all about him. Bridges had been washed away; the wind had been so strong—stronger than anything Ireland had experienced in more than three hundred years—so strong that it whipped the Atlantic into a fury and pushed it all the way across the island. Streams and creeks became raging rivers. Whole villages were wiped out. Even some of the castles were beyond repair.”
He rested his elbows on the counter and put his head in his hands.
“You’re sure you don’t want to lie down, Re? You look as if you might faint.”
“I’m fine,” he said. “What happened when Ríán Kelly reached his village?”
“It was gone. Oh, there were a few buildings still intact. The church, for one. But Caitlín O’Conor’s home had been washed away. There was no sign of Caitlín.”
“So that’s where the story ends, does it?”
“Oh, no. I suppose it’s where it just begins.”
Can history repeat itself? Can soulmates who are torn apart by murder be brought back together in later lives? p.m. terrell's book THE TEMPEST MURDERS seeks to answer these questions as we read about Ryan and Cait, a modern couple with an unexplained attraction and passion that feels like it has been present all of their lives, though they have just met. Ryan keeps dreaming about Cait, while also dreaming about his uncle five generation back, also named Rian, who was also in love with a Cait. Only Ryan doesn't realize that he is dreaming the past. He only sees his future in his dreams. At the same time, he is tracking a serial killer who targets women who resemble his Cait, much like what happened in the past.
This is another page-turning book that keeps you glued as you uncover the present mystery, as well as learning more from the past. It's a fun blend of a modern serial killer thriller with en epic romance that spans time and space. Swoon-worthy love that isn't overly graphic makes you dream of your own Irishman. And you just may believe in soulmates again.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
p.m.terrell is the pen name for Patricia McClelland Terrell, the award-winning, internationally acclaimed author of more than eighteen books in four genres: contemporary suspense, historical suspense, computer how-to and non-fiction.
Prior to writing full-time, she founded two computer companies in the Washington, DC Metropolitan Area: McClelland Enterprises, Inc. and Continental Software Development Corporation. Among her clients were the Central Intelligence Agency, United States Secret Service, U.S. Information Agency, and Department of Defense. Her specialties were in white collar computer crimes and computer intelligence.
Vicki’s Key was a top five finalist in the 2012 International Book Awards and 2012 USA Book Awards nominee and her historical suspense, River Passage, was a 2010 Best Fiction and Drama Winner. It was determined to be so historically accurate that a copy of the book resides at the Nashville Government Metropolitan Archives in Nashville, Tennessee.
She is also the co-founder of The Book ‘Em Foundation, an organization committed to raising public awareness of the correlation between high crime rates and high illiteracy rates. She is the organizer of Book ‘Em North Carolina, an annual event held in Lumberton, North Carolina, to raise funds to increase literacy and reduce crime. For more information on this event and the literacy campaigns funded by it, visit www.bookemnc.org.
She sits on the boards of the Friends of the Robeson County Public Library and the Robeson County Arts Council. She has also served on the boards of Crime Stoppers and Crime Solvers and became the first female president of the Chesterfield County-Colonial Heights Crime Solvers in Virginia.
For more information visit the author’s website at www.pmterrell.com, follow her on Twitter at @pmterrell, her blog at www.pmterrell.blogspot.com, and on Facebook under author.p.m.terrell.
A message from p.m. terrell:
I think I’ve become known as the author who gives away all the beautiful Celtic jewelry!
It all started when I wrote Vicki’s Key and introduced Irishman Dylan Maguire. I became infatuated with all things Irish. I was given a beautiful silver Celtic key necklace which was made in Dublin, and I’ve worn it nearly every day since. The only time, in fact, that I am not wearing it is when I wear a silver Claddagh necklace.
I frequently give away a Celtic key necklace to someone following a blog tour. In Dylan’s Song, Dylan gives Vicki this necklace, explaining to her that it symbolizes the key to his heart. It is a key of love, of friendship, of goodwill and all that is positive in the universe.
I’ve also given away Celtic knot necklaces. Irish folklore says that each type of knot has a specific meaning. They are often associated with a family’s coat-of-arms or with eternal life, as some knots have no beginning and no end. It can also represent a never-ending path filled with faith, love, friendship and loyalty.
The Irish Trinity knot necklace, or Triquetra, often represents the holy trinity of Father, Son and Holy Spirit. However, the knot predates Christianity and was used by Pagans to represent earth, air and water—the three things that allow life on our planet. To others, it represents the eternal process of life, death and rebirth.
When the Triquetra is surrounded with a circle, the circle itself represents eternity.
In the case of the Celtic bracelet, the symbolism of both the Triquetra and the typical Celtic knot are encompassed in a never-ending circle of all those things that give us meaningful life.
I like to think the winners of this jewelry enjoy the pieces as much as I do. There is something magical and mystical about wearing them!