The Spirit -Harper L.
Jameson
The Appalachians are a land of mystery even
today but this is a journey into their past–to a place of Native legends and
rural magic, before the turn of progress stole the enchantment from our world.
Where one woman will risk everything to save the people she loves. The asking
price of their salvation? Her heart. Welcome to Wright's Holler.
BLURB:
Before the white man settled the
Appalachians, he stood over the people of the Tribe, providing all they needed
to flourish in the shadow of the mountains.
The many tribes have given him many different
names. Wakan Tanko. Maheo. To the
people that first hunted the corner of Appalachia known to later generations as
Wright’s Holler, he was Weshemoneto, the Great Spirit.To Anna Madeline Wright,
he would simply be Wes.
Born in the holler that bore her name,
“Annie” Wright came from people that had learned to live on the land, people
who believed in the magic saturating the woods around them. People who knew how
to survive.
Circumstance of birth gave her power. Her
skills gave her respect. Her magic gave them hope. In a town not yet influenced
by the progress of the industrial revolution, Annie was a pauwau. A witch.
The winter of 1836 hit the town of McAllen
hard and with her people in danger of annihilation, Annie called on the spirits
for the power to save them. Her desperation called Weshemoneto himself . When
they collided, she had to make a choice: Lose her town or lose her heart.
What happens next would become the stuff of
legend for centuries to come.
EXCERPT:
Wes’s brows shot into his
hairline, still reeling from hearing the words on her lips and not fully
grasping what she was asking him until her hands moved over his chest. Her
seared palm throbbing with a humming current where it lay over his heart. His
lips peeled back off of teeth sharpening with his desire. “I would not take you
while you are weakened, ni’wa,” he tried arguing, but it was too
late. Her need filtered to his senses, a heady perfume that the animal in him
wasn’t going to let go unanswered.
“You make me strong, Wes,”
Annie insisted, face tipping up to brush her lips to his throat. “The first
time was to trap you,” she frowned, her guilt still weighing heavy on her.
“This time, I just want to love you, n’ I want you to love me. No traps. No
tricks. Just us for however long we got.” Annie took a deep breath and took the
chance, her hands smoothing down the muscled plane of his chest until she
reached his answer.
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Harper L. Jameson was born
in South Eastern Ohio and raised on the stories of the family seat in the
holler–a tiny hamlet nestled in the shadow of the Appalachians. Her imagination
ran wild, fueled on tales of folklore and superstitions…of Indian burial sites
and haunted woods where magic still runs free. Beginning with her debut novel
“The Spirit”, she’s putting a new spin on paranormal romance by bringing the
old legends back from our forgotten past. She currently lives in North Carolina
with her husband and children, but she never really left the holler. No one
ever does.
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