Holding On To Heaven
A western family saga (Historical/Romance)
About Holding On To Heaven
Brothers in love with the same woman—one the father to her child, the other her husband. An epic historical spanning two generations.
Civil War has crumbled a nation, and the Dakota Sioux are on the warpath. While the blazing fires of revolt ravage the countryside, twins, Lauren and Sage McCain are ensnared amid the flames of destiny.
A story of family betrayal, heart-stopping danger, and passionate love, a love that crosses all boundaries and forges all cultures. Note: This is not a menage novel.
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Snippets of reviews from Amazon readers!
"If you enjoy westerns you'll love this book! I really like the way Ms. Diablo told the story. Off to read the sequel, Dark Night of the Moon." Five Stars
"Diablo provides readers with a glimpse of pioneer life in the Midwest. An award-winning, accomplished author, reading Ms. Diablo's books is a real pleasure." Five Stars.
"I became completely emotionally invested in the lives of the characters. I can't tell you how many times I cried. Absolutely can not wait to
see where the story goes in Dark Night of the Moon." Five Stars.
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Thanks so much for reading about Holding On To Heaven. Have a great week! Keta
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High-pitched shrieks reached Lauren's ears as the Indians pranced their ponies around the yard, bloody scalps dangling from their spears. The leader stood at the top of the porch steps, his obsidian eyes hard and cruel; his face impassive. Lauren rose to her feet, head up, chin out, and faced him.
Dressed in caramel buckskins and high-top moccasins, he struck a terrifying pose. A dark blue vest covered his torso, adorned with beads in the shape of an oak tree and acorns. A breechcloth of the same fabric hung from his narrow waist, and over his right shoulder, a pouch made of buckskin and porcupine quills danced beneath the glare of the sun. Three black and white feathers stuck out from behind his left ear, lying flat against his shiny black hair. His features strong and fierce, his dark eyes pierced her with a sinister look.
She glanced to the rifle propped against his left shoulder?the one he used moments ago to kill Mason and Estelle.
Their eyes locked again, and while she trembled beneath his bold perusal, he remained as stoic as a marble statue. With a flick of his wrist, he set his warriors into motion. Racing toward the outbuildings, they lit the torches in their hands, their bloodcurdling screams bringing Lauren to her knees.
The hostile looked down at her aunt and uncle before capturing her gaze again. Although terrified of the hatchet he held in the air, she stepped in front of Estelle and Mason’s bodies, refusing to surrender to mutilation of her loved ones. A brief flicker of admiration passed through his ebony eyes before he lowered the hatchet and gave a brief nod.
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