I'm tickled to see that my recent release, a light paranormal/fantasy called Caribbean Dreams of Love received a Fantastic Review from Amy at Writers and Readers of Distinctive Fiction. Here is what she has to say:
"This is such a heart warming book! It tells a story of a woman who gets another shot in love and romance. The story catches my interest from the start and keeps me going till the end. It's just hard to put down this book and I just could not stop reading.
Bess McBride writes a fantastic story in
Blurb: Daisy and her sixteen-year-old daughter, Lily, are embarking on a
Bjorn glanced at his enrapt audience and took a deep breath. Daisy cringed. Something was coming.
"And with his last ounce of strength, Captain Smith grabbed his sword and plunged it in Gentleman Jones' heart."
A stab of pain seemed to knife through Daisy's own heart, and she involuntarily put a hand to the painful spot just below her left collarbone.
Even Becky was speechless, her jaw hung open. Lily took a breath and asked the question uppermost in Daisy's mind.
"Did he...does he...?"
"They say he still wanders the
Bjorn's voice drifted away. He scanned the faces of his audience solemnly.
He shrugged. "But it's just a silly story, one of many. Who knows if any of them are true?"
And in a surprise move, he picked up his fork and resumed eating. Johana smiled demurely and took a sip of water before she too resumed eating.
Bjorn's stunned dinner companions stared at him. Lily, Daisy and Becky exchanged saddened glances.
Jim broke the silence when he started laughing and clapped Bjorn on the back. Bjorn choked slightly and put his napkin to his lips.
"Well, you sure had us going. I'll give you that. So...no truth to the story?"
Bjorn leaned slightly away from Jim and shrugged once again. "I find the
"So, it's just a fairy tale?" Becky asked.
"Not a fairy tale," Bjorn smiled slightly. "Just an old legend. If the story were true, we would have to believe in ghosts...and I for one do not care to think about such things." He picked up his knife and fork again and began to cut his food, seemingly no longer interested.
"Just a legend," murmured Johana. She shook her head in amusement. "A story. Bjorn has many."
"Mom, what are you doing? Are you okay?"
Daisy turned to meet her daughter's eyes. Lily nodded toward Daisy's hand still dramatically clutched to her chest.
She colored and dropped her hand. The pain had eased.
Such a sad story!