Lily Van Der Houghton, a newly licensed physician, is lost and unsettled on which way her life is leading her when she goes hiking to the Jacks River Falls. Lily stumbles through a hole in time and finds herself in 1763. She is not on the trail to the falls anymore but is in Indian Territory in the aftermath of the French and Indian War. To her surprise, Lily learns she has a key role in an ancient Cherokee prophecy. The tribal elders prayed for the right woman to come from Beyond to be Red Moon Woman and the right woman for Marcus McCarron. Lily Van Der Houghton, fresh from the new millennium, is the right woman for the job.
Targeted Age Group:: 20-60
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
A few years ago, I traveled to Charlotte, NC, and was told the location for Frazier's Ridge was just north of town. I never got there, but I began wondering what if you could travel through time here in the United States? Of course you could never steal Jamie from Claire! My thoughts grew until I developed McCarron's Corner, located in the Cohutta Wilderness west of Blue Ridge, Georgia. What would you do if you could travel back in time?
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
This is set in 1763. It is the second book in the series. These characters were secondary characters in the initial book, Beyond McCarron's Corner, which was set in 1778. As I wrote Sassy's Story, Lily began yelling at me that I needed to write their story, also. I never had characters insist I write their stories before.
I always heard not all those who wander are lost. Well, I sure felt lost. Dan and I just broke up. I had not expected the brush-off after six years. A marriage proposal perhaps, but not a breakup. Where was I to go? What was I to do with my life? And would I ever find a place I could call home?
So, I got the bright idea I would hike to the Jacks River Falls. I'd been struggling to decide whether I would go big and join the Marines, like my dad did, or whether I would go a tamer route. Every time I was about to decide to go big, I chickened out. At least, I perceived my reluctance as chickening out. In any case, I was conflicted. Big time.
I got hopelessly lost on the Jacks River Trail when I was a kid. I thought I was just gone a couple of hours. Mom swore I was gone a couple of days. I figured Mom was exaggerating. As usual. After all, Mom was always best with guilt and hype.
Over time, I forgot my childish, burning desire to go back up that elusive trail, and to conquer it. Medicine became my everything, my reason for being.
I squared my shoulders. The Jacks River Trail would be the test. If I could handle the Jacks River Trail without getting lost and panicking, much less disappearing for three days, I would figure I was made of the right stuff for the Marines.
Unless, of course, I decided on this trip Ob-Gyn was my true calling.
Everything started out fine. It was still pretty cool, and it was a clear, late-spring day. I was off from the trailhead at dawn. This was my chance to grow, to stretch, to push my boundaries. To push out of my comfort zone. I could do this. I was made of the right stuff. I just knew it.
I was almost to the falls by nine that morning. The meadow where I got lost when I was a kid was just before me. I stopped again and sketched the sunlight bouncing off the greens and golds of the late summer morning, as mesmerized by the sight as I had been all those years before.
So why did I feel so nervous at the thought of crossing the meadow?
I took a big breath, and I started across it. Wouldn't you just know I'd lose my balance and roll about 150 yards before I could catch myself? Smooth move, Lil! What was it about this spot that I always fall here? Heart pounding, ears ringing, I got back on the trail, and soon found myself at the renowned Jacks River Falls.
The falls were awesome. The day had warmed up, so I slipped off my pants and shirt to do some yoga stretches before I dove into the icy cold, green waters below the falls. I was clad in what Mom would have called an itty-bitty, teeny-weeny bikini. If you got it, flaunt it, I always say. After about a half hour, I pulled myself up on the flat rocks. I intended to enjoy the sun awhile before I would head towards the beech bottom trail, where I planned to set up camp for the night. Piece of cake, I thought, as I dozed lying there in the sun.
Until I heard the scream.
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