Friday, 7 March 2014

MaryAnn Wakefield...A Gentle Sun Coming!

Please help me welcome MaryAnn Wakefield to the blog today!

A Gentle Sun Coming by Maryann Wakefield




A Gentle Sun Coming has been a long time coming. It's hard to believe that it's over. I don't know how I feel about that. My emotions are roller coastering from joyous to wondering, from sad to feeling like a huge weight just lifted away. One of my first thoughts was Yea, I can throw away old pages, reorganize my desk and computer while giving new space for A Raging Storm Coming.

I swear this is true, my first email today was about buying and reading A Gentle Sun Coming. I have to share the words I received: thoroughly engrossed, intoxicated, amazing book, hooked, enjoying this book so much, addicting. I grew six inches and I believed every word.

It was quite a day. I can't wait to see what tomorrow brings--maybe the Prologue of Gentle.






When Kade Turner lost her husband and son to a freak automobile accident, she tried to commit suicide and was hospitalized for a year. Daily sessions with Dr. Luke Bradshaw brought her back to the land of the living… and also of loving. Or so she made him believe, as an unexpected and suppressed emotion is kindled and an eternal flame ignited on the night of her departure. She flees to Destin, Florida with the goal of being reunited with her family ‘on the other side’; unable to believe Luke could love a ‘lost cause’ like herself.

Instead, she is targeted by a serial killer who sees her as a challenge. Unbeknownst to Kade, her worst nightmare is her next door neighbor; a man who knows her every move and hears even her thoughts. Will Luke find her in time? Is what they shared strong enough to turn a determination to die into an undeniable desire to live?


Again the office was silent. Dr. Bradshaw’s scrutiny interrupted Kade’s thoughts, but she drifted away again, wondering if anything she had read was true. He was certainly nice looking with hair the color of sun-bleached mocha, cut to look professional even though pieces escaped their intended placement. His blue eyes were indecipherable.

Nothing about him ever changed, only his glasses. Even though the professional looking clothes changed, they didn’t in Kade’s mind. The magazines on the side table never moved, only their dates changed.

Again, her thoughts were broken, this time by the doctor’s voice bringing her back to the peaceful, luxurious office.

Dr. Bradshaw studied Kade as her concentration flitted about the room, never lingering anywhere. Part of her inattentiveness, he knew, was an honest emotion. Nevertheless, she used it as a ploy to avoid painful conversation. This was the usual pattern, but today started differently, until now. Suddenly, Kade became absorbed in returning her pockets into her jeans. She would not focus on anything except arranging her pockets.

Dr. Bradshaw’s unintended anger changed his tone and tactics. He was tired of her games, tired of her refusal for help. “Kade, you must talk to me. You said you are ready for me to help you, but I can’t if you won’t let me. Start anywhere, but talk. Talk now.”

Ignoring his plea, she deliberately continued gazing around the room, playing her usual game, looking for something different or out of place, refusing to give up her control of the moment. Nothing had changed. Almost every day for the past year she came to this office, and every day it was the same, every day, every damn day, the same. Nothing changed, except those glasses and the occasional wisp of hair.

Kade watched her doctor as he laid his glasses carefully on the desk. She knew he was fighting to control his frustration with her lack of cooperation. She had to leave. She would pretend. She would change. Dr. Bradshaw would think he had won.

“Okay, Doctor. I’ll talk,” Kade said with unused anger spilling out of her voice, her body leaning forward as her hands gripped the chair arms, “but first, I have a question for you."

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Author Bio:

I am a writer. I can’t tell you how much I love saying those four words. I’ve always been a writer. I’m fascinated by the power of a single word. As an educator, well crafted words got me what I wanted, what I needed for my children, teachers, staff, parents, my building, and, of course, for myself.

Now I write fiction stories inspired by a lifetime of observations, experiences, dreams, and what-ifs. I surround myself with other writers: Ozark Romance Writers, Ozark Writers League, Springfield Writers Guild, Sleuth’s Inc, Sisters in Crime, and Mystery Writers of America. I sit on the board of Missouri Writers Hall of Fame. I participate in the annual Writers Hall of Fame Writers Workshop. The mission is to award scholarships to talented high school seniors and to recognize students in grades 5 through 12 for their writing skills. To fulfill the mission I’m involved with selecting a professional writer with significant contributions to receive the Quill Award at an annual Gala.

I’m a lifetime member of Missouri State Teachers Association and the National Education Association. My career as an educator was in Springfield, Missouri where I taught at four elementary schools (Delaware, Holland, Horace Mann, and Eugene Field) and served as principal at two (Weaver and Alice Pittman). Later I became a consultant for Springfield Public Schools and taught reading at Drury University. I loved those years, all those children, all those memories.

Now I write. I bring to this new job passion and the ability to set missions and goals. To be a writer, you have to know yourself. I’m good at climbing out of the tough valleys that life brings; I believe that I can make the tough valleys of others easier with my stories. I want to make a positive difference. I believe my first novel, A Gentle Sun Coming, will do that. My agent, Jeanie C. Loiacono, Loiacono Literary Agency, LLC. and Madison Connors, Front Porch Romance is marketing it now. Take a look at their web site and find my name under Clients. I’m at work on my second novel, A Raging Storm Coming.

When I’m not sitting in my downstairs office with the window onto my yard, I’m off on another trip (LOVE to travel!), out working in my flowers, taking long walks, playing tennis, lunching with the girls, soaking in my tub, playing bridge with long-time friends, curled up with a good book (and maybe a small glass of wine), or entertaining friends and family. Ah, my family! When I’m counting my blessings, I begin with my husband, Larry Wakefield (my childhood sweetheart) and my wonderful family: son Allen and his wife Lisa, son Scott, deceased, and six grandchildren.

Am I happy? Yes. I used to say that teaching was the best job in the world. I loved being a teacher. But I have to tell you that realizing my second dream–becoming a full time writer–is even better than I expected. It’s hard work. I can’t get enough.

~Meet the characters~

Kade Turner was born in San Francisco to wealthy parents.  She flew through grade school with ease and perfect grades.  She was appreciated and well known in high school.  She excelled in every activity or event in high school.  Kade was well-liked but not popular.  There wasn’t time in her schedule for friendships or dates.  She attended Stanford University with the intent of earning a degree in art.  Since she was expected to marry well, the choice of her degree was unimportant. Her parents were pleased with their daughter as she met every expectation until Kade fell in love with a poor but promising biologist, Ken Turner.  Her parents refused to forgive her when she married.  They remained unable to forgive Kade even when Clint, their only grandchild was born. 

From the outside looking in, Kade Turner had the perfect marriage, the perfect child, and the perfect life, or so she believed until one day when a phone call shattered her world.  After that, she’s alive.  Nothing more.  But somewhere deep inside of her, a tiny spark of toughness and courage remained and it grew.  She would never be the same person again, but maybe, just maybe, there was a life to be lived that would bring her new joy and save the lives of others.  Just maybe.

Dr. Luke Bradshaw was born and grew up in Dallas, Texas to hard-working parents that cherished all of their children.  Luke grew up loving and close to his parents and siblings.  That didn’t change as the children became adults and moved from the family home.  Luke loved school, his teachers and a few close studious friends.  They discussed their classes, books, girls, and how to get the best scholarships.  As a result, he had a choice of universities.  After careful study he chose the David Geffen School of Medicine at the University of California in Los Angeles.  He never had a regret.  His internship brought new focus and understanding of what he wanted to do with his life.  His mission became to bring joy and laughter into the lives of those emotionally unable to function or be productive.  He thrived on discovery and returning patients to a productive life style.  He completed his education and moved into private practice.  As his success grew he became the leading psychiatric doctor at Benjamin Brooks Hospital and Mental Clinic in Las Angeles.  

Dr. Bradshaw was divorced from his wife, Teague Bradshaw, after seven years.  He covered his heartbreak well following his own practices to seek a return to happiness.  Regardless of his resistance to new love, he falls in love with a patient that even he doesn’t see any progress.  Yet, fate is a factor in any life, and his is no exception.  Life is not as he expected.


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