The Burning of Isobel Key
By Jen McConnel
Genre: Contemporary,
New Adult
Publisher: BrightFish
Press
ISBN: 978-0615684680
Number of
pages: 290
Word Count:
64k
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Artist: Heidi Sutherlin
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Trailer: http://www.youtube.com/user/JenMcConnelBooks/videos
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Description:
When Lou
travels to Scotland, she's a mess. She is twenty-six, unemployed, and unsure of
herself. It doesn't help that she's traveling with Tammy, her best friend, who
is everything Lou is not.
At first, the trip pushes Lou towards the brink of depression, but then she meets Brian, a handsome local tour guide. When Brian tells the tourists about the countless witches burned in Scotland, Lou starts to listen. And when she discovers information about Isobel Key, one of the victims of the seventeenth century, Lou finds renewed purpose.
She sets out to learn the truth of the condemned witch, but she isn't prepared for the knowledge that waits for her. Lou must face her demons if she has any hope of righting the wrongs of the past.
At first, the trip pushes Lou towards the brink of depression, but then she meets Brian, a handsome local tour guide. When Brian tells the tourists about the countless witches burned in Scotland, Lou starts to listen. And when she discovers information about Isobel Key, one of the victims of the seventeenth century, Lou finds renewed purpose.
She sets out to learn the truth of the condemned witch, but she isn't prepared for the knowledge that waits for her. Lou must face her demons if she has any hope of righting the wrongs of the past.
Excerpt:
CHAPTER ONE The
Burning of Isobel Key
“I quit!” Lou’s words echoed around the checkout line, and customers craned their necks to see what was happening. Red in the face, Lou looked down at her register in embarrassment. Her manager patted her shoulder.
“Let’s go back in the office to talk about
this.” He turned, expecting her to
follow.
“No!” Louder than she’d intended, Lou
stood her ground. “You heard me. I’ve had enough of this store.” As she spoke,
she tossed her nametag on the counter.
An errant brown curl flipped over her eye, and she pushed it away. Under the shocked gaze of her manager and the
curious stares of a snake-like line of holiday shoppers, Lou fled.
Once she was outside in the bitter
December wind, she headed for the nearest T stop, acting out of habit more than
conscious thought. She’d walked this
easy route between the bookstore and the T for the past four years, and her
body took over while her mind churned.
She had a college degree, for Pete’s sake! Cum laude from Duke University had
landed her a job selling books and stationary to the snobby suburbanites
outside of Boston. Sighing, she paid her
fare and took her seat on the train bound for the city center.
Suddenly, the weight of what she had done
hit her, and she buried her face in her hands.
What was she thinking, quitting her job like that? Lou replayed the afternoon in her mind. Nothing had happened today that hadn’t
happened a thousand other times. Maybe
it was the proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back: four years of
answering bizarre questions and customers who were always right had finally
taken its toll on her psyche.
But now what would she do? Lou wasn’t a person who acted on impulse: she
was cautious and considered her options.
And now she was unemployed the week before Christmas. Lou slumped in her seat. Unless she figured something out, and fast,
she might have to move back in with her family.
It wasn’t that Lou had anything against her family, not really: her
parents had adopted her shortly after her birth, and they’d never made her feel
like anything but their cherished only child.
But Lou was almost 27, and it had never been part of her plan to live at
home after college. Part of her plan:
that was funny, she thought. It sounded like she’d ever had a plan.
Sure, she always knew that she’d attend
college after high school. With parents
who had both made careers in the medical field, Lou had never doubted that
she’d follow their lead and soak up as much education as she could. Money wasn’t an issue, so when she turned 18
and Duke University accepted her, she thought it would be ideal. She moved to North Carolina and spent four
years studying the liberal arts, unable to decide on a tangible career path. Nothing seemed to fit, and even though she
earned her degree, she didn’t really know what she was going to do after
college. It was lucky that her best
friend needed a roommate in Boston, Lou mused, or she might have ended up back
with her parents four years ago.
Shaking her head, Lou glanced up as the
train rolled to a stop. Standing
unsteadily, she tried to ignore the raging pity party in her mind. As the doors
whooshed open, the cold winter air assaulted her again. For the first time she realized that she’d
left her coat behind in the employee lounge.
Hesitating for a moment, Lou considered taking the train back and
getting her things.
“There’s no going back,” she
whispered. Even the excuse of her coat
might be enough to put her back in her manager’s office, begging for her job
back. Shivering, Lou hurried up the
stairs and out of the tunnel. The old
black light posts were swathed in candy cane stripes, and every window she
passed displayed some holiday decorations.
What a time to be unemployed, Lou thought sourly as she buzzed the
doorman at her apartment.
Unlocking the door on the seventeenth
floor, Lou called out nervously, “Hello?
Tammy?” Her roommate didn’t
answer, and Lou felt relieved. She
wasn’t ready to face anyone yet, not until she’d figured out her next
step. Checking the kitschy clock on the
wall of the hallway, Lou realized it was only a quarter after four. Tammy wouldn’t be home ‘til seven or
later. Relaxing, Lou stacked her boots
neatly in the hall closet and headed to the kitchen.
The sleek, modern kitchen was a mess:
remnants from Tammy’s last party were still strewn across the stainless
countertops. Sighing, Lou plugged in the
electric kettle and searched for a mug.
While she waited for the kettle to whistle, she started to tidy up. She loaded the dishwasher carelessly and
overfilled the soap container, but when she was done the room looked much more
presentable. Satisfied, Lou added a
packet of hot chocolate to the mug.
After a moment’s hesitation, she stirred a hearty dollop of vanilla
vodka into the chipped Disney World souvenir.
Leaning against the counter, Lou studied
the apartment. The kitchen was open to
the rest of the space, and from her vantage point, Lou could see the living
room and the stairs that led to her lofted bedroom. She sighed, wondering how much longer she’d
get to enjoy this apartment with her best friend. Her parents had helped her out with bills
from time to time, but Lou felt certain that all assistance of this kind would
stop if they found out she was no longer employed.
“What’s the matter with me?” She wondered
out loud, tears in her eyes. Taking her
mug, she crossed to the living room and flopped down on the fluffy red sofa. She began flipping aimlessly through the
stack of magazines on the coffee table.
Suddenly, her cell phone buzzed in her
pocket. Glancing at the cracked screen,
Lou saw that it was Tammy calling.
Sighing, she flipped the phone open.
“Hello?”
Tammy’s voice was crackly but
excited. “Lou? Guess what? You’ll never guess what
happened!”
Lou sighed, annoyed. “What?”
“They gave me an account!” Tammy squealed in delight. “Did you hear?”
“Tammy, that’s amazing!”
“And the best part is, guess where the
account is based? Guess!”
Not wanting to play games, Lou asked,
“Would you just tell me?”
“Scotland!
Isn’t that awesome?”
Stunned speechless, Lou just stared at the
phone.
“Lou! Louisa! Are you still there?”
She shook herself. “Yes, I’m here. Tammy, that’s great!”
“I know! They want me to go over there
next week to check things out and meet everybody.”
“But isn’t next week Christmas? What about your family?”
Tammy laughed. “They won’t care. But Lou, wouldn’t it be perfect to spend
Christmas in Scotland?”
Lou agreed that it would be. She ignored the small bubble of jealousy
starting to form in her heart.
“Tammy, I’m really excited for you.”
“For us, you mean.”
“What are you talking about?”
Tammy’s voice broke into a garbled stream
of words.
“Tammy!” Lou shouted. “I can’t hear you.”
“In the T…we’ll talk… home…”
The cell phone made a crunching sound and
the call dropped. Lou looked at her
phone and leaned back into the couch cushions.
Wasn’t it just like fate to give Tammy something so wonderful, she
mused, when she was so miserable?
Sniffing, Lou drained her cup of spiked cocoa and headed upstairs to lie
down.
Author Bio:
Jen McConnel first began writing poetry as a child. Since then, her
words have appeared in a variety of magazines and journals, including Sagewoman,
PanGaia, and The Storyteller (where she won the people’s choice
3rd place award for her poem, “Luna”).She is also an active reviewer for Voices of Youth Advocates (VOYA), and proud member of SCBWI, NCWN, and SCWW. She lives in North Carolina, where she teaches writing at a community college.
4 Star Review
In a moment of clarity gone awry, Lou walks out on her job
preparing for the nervous breakdown she more than likely will have once it all
sinks in. When her best friend announces that they are
going to Scotland for the Holidays, the
timing couldn’t be better. A perfect
diversion and an exciting adventure are just what she needs at the moment. Lou finds herself immersed in a mystery about
the history behind the innocents who were accused of witchcraft in the
seventeenth century. Upon her
discoveries she finds an important link to her own history and the life of
condemned witch Isobel Key, that could change her life forever.
Fascinating story, you are taken from modern Scotland to the
seventeenth century where an innocent Isobel is coming of age to adulthood
where life takes an unexpected turn and begins to unravel. Beautifully described, you felt like you were
transported into both eras taking a journey with the characters with the lush background
of Scotland. A memorable read.
Thank you for the feature! I'm so glad you liked the book. :)
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