Destiny: Unraveled

Teaser for my Novel-In-Progress, Unexpected Refuge.

Rebekah let her hair down to let the summer sea breezes flow through it while Lee pushed her on the old swing.  She could feel his gentle touch lightly push her back each time she swung back.  Her skirt billowed with each push forward.  She loved this swing.  It always made her feel like flying

As the swing made its descent once more, Lee’s hands stopped her.  She didn’t look at him when he moved her hair and placed gentle kisses on her neck.

“What are you doing?”  she asked with a playful tone.  She did not stop his advances.

“I love you, Rebekah,” his voice was raspy with desire.  As he slid his hands around her waist, she felt his blonde hair on her cheek.

Rebekah shot up and away from him.  “You will just have to catch me to prove it,” and with that, she ran to the old live oak tree.  The limbs were almost to the ground, giving easy access.

As she climbed, she felt a familiar hand on her ankle.  She turned to him to protest but met him face to face as he pounced upon her, holding on the the large limb.

“Tease me, will you?”  He put his lips to hers and kissed her urgently.

Lost in his embrace, she was startled to hear Isaac and pushed Lee out of the tree with a thump.  She jumped down and went to the family servant who was waiting by the swing.

“Your mother and father are looking for you,” Isaac’s words held no emotion.

“Is everything alright?” she asked with concern.

Isaac swung his arm gracefully toward the house gesturing her to go ahead of him.  Rebekah ran away, leaving Lee in the garden, little knowing she would not see him again for a very long time.



Desires: Unknown

Niall felt a jolt as the swing of his axe struck the log. The temperatures were dropping and most of the leaves had fallen off the trees. What were left were dangling, waiting to fall at the smallest blow of a breeze. He knew he would have to get as much wood chopped and in storage before the night was over. Snow was announcing its advent by the faint smell in the air.

Swinging the axe helped him ease the frustration he had been feeling recently. Each night, he found himself pacing the floor with anxiety trying to grasp the feelings inside. The firewood was piling high with every swing of irritation. He began to search through the logs, locating the driest piece of wood to split into kindling. With the smaller hatchet, he knocked off splinters of the log that would eventually help him light a fire.

While he sliced the log, he noticed his brother’s legs approach his splitting log.

“What do you want, Ian?” he asked with disdain.

“I love you, too, little brother,” his sibling smiled. “Do I not get a hug?”


Ian laid his pack on the ground and sat on it. “What’s your problem?”

Niall blew out a puff of impatience and grasped his hatchet firmly. “I’m busy.” He let the hatchet fall on the working log.

“My boy, it appears that you need a visit to Rosali. She would take care of what ails you.” Ian’s mouth lifted on one corner.

“I don’t want Rosali.”

“Ah, well, I’m sure there are other women that wouldn’t mind taking care of your needs. Maybe, the sweet little Margaret.”

Niall looked at him with disgust. “I don’t want Margaret, either.” He put the hatchet down and retrieved his axe and a large log to split.

Ian grunted. “Then you wouldn’t mind if I have a go at her.”

Niall stood straight and pointed the axe at his brother. “You touch Margaret and I’ll kill you.”

Throwing his hands in the air in surrender, Ian withdrew. “Whoa! Sorry, brother. You know how I am. Freedom of the trail and the warmth of a woman in my bed. If you don’t want a woman, I’m sure that there are men in the village that would give you the time of night.”

Anger surged in Niall and he stormed towards his brother. He felt Ian’s hand shoot out and land on his chest, stopping his forward movement.

“You don’t want to do that, Niall. Instead of getting angry with me, why don’t you discern what’s bothering you? You have everything you want: Land, shelter and the open sky. The only thing left to have is companionship and you say you don’t want that. Maybe you left whatever it is you want in Scotland. 

I’m gonna set up a bed on your floor by the fire. I’ll bet there’s even stew.” Ian retrieved his pack and headed toward the house.

Niall began the task of stacking the firewood. What was it that he wanted? What was it that he needed?  Would he ever know?