Dance with Destiny
By Becky Lower
Genre: Historical Romance
William Myers feels it’s his duty to answer the call to fight for the Union Army—but his wife, Susannah, doesn’t agree. How does he expect her to survive with four small children in the cold Ohio winter during the three-month enlistment period? Angry and abandoned, Susannah learns soon after William leaves that she is also pregnant again.
Raoul Lafontaine is a half-Ojibwa, half-French-Canadian drifter who is more Indian than white. Also known as Lone Wolf, he has recently left the Ojibwa village in search of a fair-haired woman both he and his grandfather have seen in visions. She is important to him—but how? He will never allow himself to care for another—not after losing the wife he loved so much.
But Raoul could not have planned for the sizzling emotions that surface when he comes near Susannah, nor the love he feels for her children. When he realizes that Susannah returns his feelings, he knows he must leave—for how can he stay close by knowing she can never be his? William will return to his homestead, and they’ll once again be a family. One in which Raoul has no place. Or does he?
Will Fate relent and grant the love between Susannah and Raoul in this DANCE WITH DESTINY?
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Raoul Lafontaine is a half-Ojibwa, half-French-Canadian drifter who is more Indian than white. Also known as Lone Wolf, he has recently left the Ojibwa village in search of a fair-haired woman both he and his grandfather have seen in visions. She is important to him—but how? He will never allow himself to care for another—not after losing the wife he loved so much.
But Raoul could not have planned for the sizzling emotions that surface when he comes near Susannah, nor the love he feels for her children. When he realizes that Susannah returns his feelings, he knows he must leave—for how can he stay close by knowing she can never be his? William will return to his homestead, and they’ll once again be a family. One in which Raoul has no place. Or does he?
Will Fate relent and grant the love between Susannah and Raoul in this DANCE WITH DESTINY?
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Becky Lower has traveled the country looking for great settings for her novels. She loves to write about two people finding each other and falling in love amid the backdrop of a great setting, be it present day coastal Maine or on a covered wagon headed west in the 1850s. Contemporary and historical romances are her specialty.
Becky is a PAN member of the Romance Writers of America, a member of the Northeast Ohio chapter of RWA and the Hearts Through History and Contemporary RWA on-line chapters. She has a degree in English and Journalism from Bowling Green State University, and lives in an eclectic college town in Ohio with her puppy-mill rescue dog, Mary. Visit her website at www.beckylowerauthor.com
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Becky is a PAN member of the Romance Writers of America, a member of the Northeast Ohio chapter of RWA and the Hearts Through History and Contemporary RWA on-line chapters. She has a degree in English and Journalism from Bowling Green State University, and lives in an eclectic college town in Ohio with her puppy-mill rescue dog, Mary. Visit her website at www.beckylowerauthor.com
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Dance With Destiny holds a special place in my heart since I took a branch off the family tree when writing the book.
When I became a teenager, my dad told me the dirty little secret about his grandmother. She was half-Indian, and until the day she died, she had the strong, chiseled features that bespoke of her heritage, and long coal black hair that fell to her knees. He had promised my mother to never speak of her until we kids were old enough to handle the stain on the family.
Rather than being appalled by this knowledge, I was thrilled to consider myself 1/16th Indian. It didn’t even matter which tribe we belonged to. Times were changing, and being a part of the culture that was America before the Europeans came to our shores was exciting. I began to wear feathers in my hair, and to this day I wear moccasins around the house.
With the advent of Ancestry.com and the Latter Day Saints’ genealogy files being computerized, I thought it would be a piece of cake to figure out my Indian heritage. My great-grandmother’s maiden name was Missouria Myers. How hard could it be to find her? But, 40,000 ancestors later and I still could find no connection to the Indian part of me.
I contacted the Myers branch of the family, some of them unknown to me until then, and they graciously shared what information they had, along with Christmas cards each year. They had heard the rumor about the Indian ancestor, too, and how my great-grandmother and her siblings had been harassed in school because of their tainted blood line, but could never figure out how an Indian came into the family.
When it became possible, I underwent the Ancestry.com DNA test. Imagine my disappointment when the DNA test disproved a blood connection! But since multiple branches of the family had been told the same story for years, there had to be a grain of truth in it.
Susannah Myers was my great-great grandmother, and Missouria Belle was my great-grandmother. William Myers did indeed go off to fight the Civil War, leaving Susannah alone on a mountaintop in southern Ohio with her children. This is my version of what may have happened. I hope you enjoy it.
When I became a teenager, my dad told me the dirty little secret about his grandmother. She was half-Indian, and until the day she died, she had the strong, chiseled features that bespoke of her heritage, and long coal black hair that fell to her knees. He had promised my mother to never speak of her until we kids were old enough to handle the stain on the family.
Rather than being appalled by this knowledge, I was thrilled to consider myself 1/16th Indian. It didn’t even matter which tribe we belonged to. Times were changing, and being a part of the culture that was America before the Europeans came to our shores was exciting. I began to wear feathers in my hair, and to this day I wear moccasins around the house.
With the advent of Ancestry.com and the Latter Day Saints’ genealogy files being computerized, I thought it would be a piece of cake to figure out my Indian heritage. My great-grandmother’s maiden name was Missouria Myers. How hard could it be to find her? But, 40,000 ancestors later and I still could find no connection to the Indian part of me.
I contacted the Myers branch of the family, some of them unknown to me until then, and they graciously shared what information they had, along with Christmas cards each year. They had heard the rumor about the Indian ancestor, too, and how my great-grandmother and her siblings had been harassed in school because of their tainted blood line, but could never figure out how an Indian came into the family.
When it became possible, I underwent the Ancestry.com DNA test. Imagine my disappointment when the DNA test disproved a blood connection! But since multiple branches of the family had been told the same story for years, there had to be a grain of truth in it.
Susannah Myers was my great-great grandmother, and Missouria Belle was my great-grandmother. William Myers did indeed go off to fight the Civil War, leaving Susannah alone on a mountaintop in southern Ohio with her children. This is my version of what may have happened. I hope you enjoy it.
