Indie Book Promo is happy to welcome Maria Romana to the blog. She’s here to share about her book, The Gifted Ones: A Reader. If this book sounds like something that you would be interested in reading, please find buy links below and pick up a copy or two.
Grace Nagle has seen more than her share of tragedy in thirty-three years, but she’s finally settled into a solitary and quiet life raising her teenaged niece Ellie…quiet, that is, as long as she can keep Ellie in the dark about a certain genetic gift that runs in the family. After Ellie’s frightening encounter with the new boy in town, however, Grace can no longer hide the truth. At first, Ellie is thrilled with her new life and her new, Gifted friends, and even Grace starts to reconsider her lonely existence with so many Gifted men around. But when it becomes clear that Grace’s original fears were not unfounded, Ellie learns that “different” isn’t always better. And sometimes, it means running for your life.
Maria Elizabeth Romana is a second-generation Italian-American with a background in mathematics, business, and research. In other words, she’s a straight-up geek…with a side of pasta. By day, she’s all numbers, but at night, she transforms into Word Woman, writing about the same kinds of people and places and events that colored her make-believe world as a child. Maria prefers characters who are smart, sensitive, and strong-willed, but like you and me, not without flaws. As far as she’s concerned, there’s nothing more annoying than a heroine who’s too stupid to live, but one who’s Barbie-doll perfect is even worse. Maria likes to give her characters some cool mysteries to solve, crises to encounter, and folks to fall in love with, and she tries to do it all with a dash of humor.
It was now or never. Ellie opened the bedroom door wider and crept through. The sleeping woman didn’t stir. Ellie tiptoed across the room, trying not to breathe. One-quarter of the distance covered. One-half. Three-quarters, and her heart was pounding.
The sound of the other bedroom door opening sent her racing toward the door. With both hands she clawed at the various locks and latches. How long did she have before some big giant person grabbed her from behind?
“Mouse, wait! Don’t go!”
Ellie froze in place.
“Mouse, I mean, Elodie…Ellie? It’s okay, don’t run.”
Slowly, she let her hands off the locks and turned. It wasn’t so much the sound of his voice that stopped her, but the name. Mouse. No one had called her Mouse since…well, longer ago than she could remember. It was a nickname known only to her family—Mom, Dad, Aunt Grace, and…“Uncle Joe?”
A soft smile spread across the man’s face. “You do remember. I wasn’t sure you would.”
Yes, yes, it was him. Older now, a little tired perhaps, and with a sprinkle of gray around the temples, but yeah, it was Joe. She wrinkled up her forehead, tearing at the layers wrapped around those memories. Her dear Uncle Joe. He wasn’t really her uncle, of course. Lucy and Grace had only one brother, and it wasn’t Joe, and Grace had never married, but when Ellie was a small child, Uncle Joe was as much a part of their family as anyone. He had disappeared from her life, though, when Ellie was only five or six. A satisfactory explanation had never been offered, only a promise of such, “When you’re old enough to understand.” A day which had never come.