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What if you discovered you had lived another life—a past life?
Many people believe that we have all been here on earth before, with a different name, different life. Some live their current lives believing they’ll be reincarnated after death. This past life theme is prevalent in movies, television ad novels, including the new supernatural suspense White Heaven Women by British author Jessie B. Tyson.
White Heaven Women is a gripping tale set Whitehaven, Cumbria, UK. Flashing between 1899/early 1900s to 2000, readers are introduced to two sisters, Beth and Sarah, and the fate that awaits them.
Separated by Death, Reunited by Fate…
In the year 1899, in Whitehaven, Cumbria, UK, Lady Constance Witherspoon, only 14 years of age, gives birth to twin girls during a tumultuous storm. Lady Elisa (Beth) is born with a diagnosis of demonic possession, while her twin, Lady Sarah, is crushed and killed when the ceiling collapses in the storm.
In the year 2000, Sally Witherspane returns home to Whitehaven and is haunted by relentless nightmares about demons and a baby crushed at birth. To discover the meaning of these dreams, she seeks the help of the local psychic, who instructs Sally to attend a past life meeting. It is there that Sally meets Beth Witherspoon.
Persuaded by a ghostly blue apparition, Sally documents a family history filled with deception, abuse and an ancient evil, and she must summon strength and faith to become the woman she is destined to be, one of the last descendants of the White Heaven Women.
White Heaven Woman is published by Imajin Books in Edmonton, AB, Canada.
A bit about the author
Jessie B Tyson was born at Scalegill Place near Moor Row, a tiny village between the coast and the mountains in N.W. Cumbria England.
When you ask?
She will not divulge that, ladies prerogative but she will be collecting a pension in a few years (grin.) She was educated in her natal area and moved to Canada in the year 2000. Jessie wrote children’s and fantasy stories as a teenager. When she matured she moved on to writing adult stories.
She has a great imagination and enjoys turning her vision-like dreams into enjoyable tales. Jessie has a wonderful sense of humour, and loves to laugh and tease her friends. She has a generous spirit and will help anyone in need. She has an affinity with animals, especially dogs, cats, horses and dolphins. Jessie abhors all forms of cruelty to any living breathing creature.
Should you want to know more about this author, you can find her at Amazon, Twitter, The Book of Faces, And on Goodreads.
I asked Jessie if there was any part of the book she’d be willing t share with us, and she gave me this excerpt. Read it and I’d love it if you could let us know in a comment what you think of it.
“Why did you bring the infernal thing home? I explicitly told the nuns not to allow you to return with it. Your baby is not welcome here and neither are you, if you do not marry.” “Mother, I’ve informed the house staff that Beth is my cousin’s child. No one will ever know she’s mine.” “Beth! You called it Beth. How dare you name her after a relative?” “Well, my baby’s name has already been registered as Lady Elisa Witherspoon, so it cannot be changed. Besides, mother, I do not want to marry any man that I don’t love.” “Pah! Love indeed. I’ve told you before. Love has nothing to do with your baby being a bastard, and it will remain one unless you marry. Constance, I will not have a bastard child in my house. When you marry, we will have to tell people that your husband died in France one week after the ceremony. No one will know any different.” Constance stuck her nose high into the air and left the room. “Come back here this minute, child! How dare you walk away when I’m talking to you?” Ingrid was cleaning rugs in the hallway and heard the fracas. She ran to tell the scullery staff. Cook was the first to realize the truth about the baby. “Oh my God, Ingrid. It’s the child’s own baby she’s came home with. We’ll have to watch our backs now. Hannah will be beside herself for sure. She’ll be on the warpath for anyone who gets in her way.” “I agree with you there, Cook. Nothing’s as sure as she’ll take it out on us lot. Never did I think Constance would have a baby out of wedlock. She didn’t bother with men. Yes, she’s fiery, and that’s a fact, but she’s too young to be a mother.” “I know, Ingrid. What I want to know is, when did she ever leave the manor to get pregnant in the first place?” “Hey, you’re right there! I don’t think she ever stepped a foot further than the garden alone.” “Ingrid, I’ve just thought of something. You don’t think it was the night when her father…” Her eyes widened. “Hmm. You got a point there, Cook. We thought he just beat her, but it makes sense. What other man’s been near the girl? The male staff here wouldn’t lay a hand on her.” Word about Beth escaped the manor, and all hell broke loose as the community flurried with gossip. People called Constance a common harlot. Furious about the whole affair, Hannah snarled at her daughter, “If you had listened to me in the first place and got married, there would be nothing for them to gossip about.” “I don’t care about their tittle-tattle, mother. We hardly ever see anyone, so why should I let gossip mar my joyful motherhood? Besides, they’re just people from the common herd and not well-bred, as we are.” Hannah shrieked, “Well, I care what people say! Why in precious name did you bring your infernal child into this house, when I explicitly told you not to? I knew they would eventually discover the truth. Our family name has been blackened enough.”
Leaves me to let Jessie explain to you why ghosts are blue in heaven.
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