A Breath Floats By: An Illusion for the Soul
Thayne Hudson
ESSA Books
Lindsay? A contemporary shamaness, that is what she is. But that scares the stuffing right out of her.
After befriending a group of spiritually-wounded women, Lindsay’s change of life hits the fan.
Eternal love and friction between friends. The integrity of two men devoted to one woman… Lindsay’s dying husband and his best friend. Oh yes, and the psychic woman who is extracting Lindsay's husband as her reward for helping Lindsay meet her life purpose.
Destiny? Or karma? Soul mates or soul grief?
Light Supernatural/Metaphysical, Inspirational, Intuitive, Romance
Every sentence evokes a haunting image, stirring something inside that makes you hungry for more...
…..Anna Nicole & Dorez Douglas; Jahqoi Plus-size Fashions, Los Angeles, Calf.
A captivating blend of spirituality, romance, trials and tribulations…
......Bev LeBlanc, Nova Scotia, Canada
About the Author
Thayne Hudson's humor, sensuality, wisdom, and vision make her a true storyteller. When one has suffered enough... isn't that what they say?
Chapter One – Excerpt
One day too soon her time would be exhausted with the pain of her husband dying. Scraping the stir fry from lunch into freezer containers, Lindsay decided she would appreciate these leftovers better then instead of tomorrow. Yes, this was better, another meal saved for when she couldn’t bear to leave his side.
A shadow made her turn toward the stairway. A spring breeze tickled through her and she jumped from her great-uncle standing at the end of the galley kitchen.
“Uncle Herron!” She started toward him. He must have come in the side door. “I must not have heard you-” But she stopped, knowing that though his gaze called her, he wasn’t really there. Gray eyes, as dark as hers…. The new phone trilled. She squealed and he was gone.
Caller identification listed the steel mill. “Daniel?” she said shrill as the phone then realized she forgot to censor herself. What if this was Sam’s foreman?
“Hey- Lindsay.” Daniel’s voice was too close to her ear. There wasn’t a chair by the phone at her new cottage, no place to claim her balance. She pulled her dark hair to the nape of her neck, hanging on, keeping vigil on Uncle Herron’s corner. “There you are, Daniel, hi. Sam’s going to be back from the video store in a bit. He took a movie over and is getting another.”
Goodness, such jabbering, the way she had for almost twenty years when what she needed to say wasn’t right for anyone……... She glanced into the living room and a head of floppy gray hair ducked away from the window. She gawked, withholding a curse.
“I was thinking,” Daniel was telling her, “I have that lift chair for Sam so, hey, if you two are going to be around, I’ll swing over after I get off.”
Hoping to see the spy by the window, she leaned, jumped for height but had none, then vaulted as far as the phone cord allowed. “We’ll be home, Daniel,” she promised, knowing he would be disappointed if she wasn’t. He admitted that nine years ago. Nothing changed…….
They hung up and she checked where Uncle Herron had stood, then strolled to the front east window looking for the gray-headed spy…. No one was outside except a little woman on a Harley taking the corner real slow.
Read all of Chapter One here
