Monday, November 20, 2017

Shattered Memories by Debbie Lynne Costello ends 11/27

Hope you enjoy the first chapter of Shattered Memories. Read on down to find out how to enter to win the book!

Chapter 1

Charleston, South Carolina, August 30th, 1886
“Why can’t you have him arrested and demand our money back?” Olivia Macqueen frowned at her brother. It seemed a simple enough solution. She shuddered at the thought of once being engaged to the detestable man they now discussed.
Simon gave her a placating smile but his eyes didn’t dance as they would if the smile were true. “It’d be bad for business.”
Olivia shifted on the floral tapestry chair across from where Papa sat holding Mama’s hand. “Why? He deserves that and worse.”
Papa cleared his throat. “We could lose all confidence with our policyholders if they learned that one of our employees had embezzled funds.”
Simon sneered. “You mean if they found out they weren’t even real policyholders. This could ruin our family name and our business. I wish I’d never talked you into hiring Lloyd. Then he’d never have swindled us—” He stole a quick glance at Olivia, his eyes pleading forgiveness. “I’m sorry.”
Olivia’s throat went dry. Of late, it had been easy to forget what Lloyd Pratt had done to her. With the attention her brother’s old friend, Drew, had been lavishing on her, Lloyd had faded to an unpleasant memory. “Nothing to forgive. He means nothing to me now. Besides, his unfaithfulness was actually a blessing in disguise. I’d hate to have married such a scoundrel. And I wouldn’t have gotten to know Drew.” However, breaking the engagement with Lloyd had angered him so much that he had taken his fury out on her, requiring her to seek medical attention.
“Drew?” Simon wiggled his brows, mischief playing behind his mock surprise. “When did you start calling Dr. Warwick by his Christian name?”
Heat rushed to Olivia’s cheeks. Simon could be such a pest with his teasing. He knew very well she’d been calling Drew by his Christian name for some time. It was only around her father she’d avoided using it. Father had always felt the need to coddle her and Mother, more so after Lloyd had hurt her. No need for him to worry that she might have her heart broke again. “Do I really need to answer that, Simon?”
Simon chuckled, his eyes dancing. “I do believe my little sis is blushing. I think she’s smitten with my dear friend.”
Olivia pretended to glare at Simon. “I believe we have a more pressing matter at hand—seeing Mr. Lloyd Pratt gets his comeuppance.”
Papa stood and paced the parlor floor, his hands clasped behind his back. He turned, creases appearing between his brows. The gray sprinkled throughout his dark brown hair softened his features and gave him a distinguished appearance. “Simon’s right. We’ve got to handle this with utmost care. If word got out it could ruin us. And we don’t know how many people he wrote fake policies for or what other ways he may have embezzled.” He stopped and looked at his son. “How could we have missed this for a year?”
Simon brushed his fingers down his mustache. “It’s my fault. I should have gone over the books with a fine-toothed comb. Any man who can’t be trusted in one area can’t be trusted in others as well.”
“I suppose it would have been difficult to find missing policies or false claims without knowing what you were looking for.” Papa sighed and resumed his pacing,
“I should have suspected. After the cyclone of ’85 there were questions. Remember we had several people claiming to have policies that we could never find? I should have investigated then rather than letting Lloyd handle it.”
“He said it was just an error in the books and he’d taken care of it. We’d heard no more complaints. There was no reason to doubt his honesty at that point. What is done is done.” Papa returned to his seat next to Mama. “Tomorrow, first thing, we need to find out which clients are without policies and get them posted.”
Simon leaned forward, resting his arms on his thighs, hands dangling between his knees. “Do you know how much money that could take?”
“I don’t care if it takes our last penny. I’ll not have our good name in tatters.” Papa shot the words back like the kick of a rifle.
Mama, who never involved herself with Papa’s business affairs, picked up the fan suspended from her wrist and waved it in front of her face. Her dark blonde hair pulled back in a chignon set off her high cheekbones and her flawless skin. Olivia had been told often enough that Mama looked less like her mother and more like an older sister. Her beautiful face was now pinched with worry.
Olivia dragged her gaze away from her distraught mother and let it fall on her father. “I don’t understand why we have to suffer for what that dreadful man did. Why can’t we go to the authorities and ask them to keep the information private? Surely they would understand our dilemma.”
Papa gave her a patronizing smile, and she knew if she’d been within arm’s reach, he’d have patted her hand. “One thing I’ve learned in life, Olivia, is that if you tell someone your secret, it is no longer a secret.”
“But Mr. Pratt should have to pay for this. It’s not right that he walk away with no consequences and a large portion of our money.”
Still leaning forward, Simon fisted his hands. “Oh, he’ll pay all right and there will be consequences. I’ll see to that. Did he think he’d never get caught? He’s lucky that none of the people he stole policy money from have come to file a claim.”
Papa stood and took Mama’s hand, helping her up from the settee. “Enough of this for tonight. We’re upsetting your mother.” He gazed down into his wife’s eyes with so much love that Olivia’s heart hiccupped. Drew’s face came into view. She imagined the two of them sharing that kind of intimate love. The thought of spending her life with the man she loved warmed her.
When her parents had left the room, Olivia leaned in toward her brother and whispered. “So, what are you going to do about this?”
Simon stretched and yawned. “Tomorrow I’m going to try to make sure every client has an active policy.”
“You know very well that isn’t what I mean.”
He winked. “I plan to find the proof we need if it’s the last thing I do.”
Dr. Andrew Warwick left the hospital after checking on a patient and sauntered down Mazyck Street, unable to get his mind off Olivia, his best friend’s sister. When they were young boys, he and Simon saw Olivia as a nuisance—someone they could annoy when bored. Then they grew up and Drew’s medical studies occupied all his time. Simon took on responsibilities of his own, and they rarely spent time together.
But when Olivia showed up in his office last year seeking medical attention, he could hardly believe this was the little sprite he’d delighted in tormenting as a boy. She’d grown into a beautiful woman.
Drew gave in to his impulse, passed Meeting Street and turned down Church Street, heading toward the Macqueen house. It had taken him almost the whole year to gain her trust, and he knew why. After looking at her injuries, her story of taking a bad spill hadn’t rang true. He’d recognized the telltale signs of abuse even if she’d denied it.
Thinking about the late hour, he quickened his pace. He would continue past the house if the windows were dark. But if lights did shine, he’d visit under the pretense of seeing Simon as it was a bit late to visit a young lady. Having a good friend with a beautiful sister one loved was indeed an advantage.
The Macqueen’s home came into view. Lights blazed from the windows, casting yellow beams onto the lawn. Taking the steps two at a time, Drew couldn’t help but smile—the perfect way to end his night. He tapped lightly, and a few moments later the door opened. To his disappointment, Simon stood before him, a cocky grin on his face.
“Drew, how nice of you to come see me.” Simon leaned his shoulder against the frame.
“After a long day at work, I thought your charming personality would brighten my evening.” Drew grinned back and strained his neck to see beyond the slim body blocking his view.
“Looking for something?” Simon’s eyes glittered with mischief.
The sound of swishing fabric emerged. “Simon Macqueen, have you no manners? Invite our guest in.” His lovely Olivia looked as ferocious as an angry nurse when taking on an unruly patient.
“He’s my guest. I may not want him in the house.” Simon winked at him.
She pushed past her brother, giving him a playful slap on his arm, and smiled past him. “I’m sorry, Drew. My brother has the manners of a boar.”
Drew sidled past his best friend. “Shall we put him out with the rest of the herd?”
The tinkle of her laughter floated on the air like sweet music.
“Just you try. I can still take you down.” Simon’s words followed the couple. “And let’s not forget you two need a chaperone.”
Drew snorted. “I’m certain you were the one yelling ‘uncle’ the last time we had this discussion.”
Olivia intercepted. “Really, now. You’d think you two were still schoolboys, the way you carry on.” She took a seat by the window and arranged her dress.
Simon elbowed Drew. “You heard my sister— behave yourself.”
Drew took a seat across from her where he could easily take in Olivia’s beauty and put an end to the bantering.
Simon was always full of himself. That was part of the fun of being around him when they were young. But right now, Simon’s sister captured all of his attention.
Olivia rubbed her arm above her wrist. He couldn’t help but wonder if it still pained her. Her hand slid down to her bracelet dangling on her wrist, and she fingered it. Why was she nervous tonight? His gut twisted. Would she say yes to his proposal? He’d planned a very special Friday evening when he’d ask for her hand in marriage.
He gave her a soothing smile. “I’m pleased you’re still up. Seeing you has brightened my long day.”
She lifted her head and locked eyes with Drew, the corners of her mouth lifting. “As you have mine.” Her gaze shifted toward Simon, then back to Drew.
“I thought I was the one who had bright—”
Drew shot Simon a warning glare that stopped his good-natured friend midsentence. He wished he could be alone with Olivia, but that was not appropriate. Someone had to be a chaperone, but Simon was like a boisterous puppy.
“I’m looking forward to our special day Friday.” That was an understatement. He’d been counting down the days eagerly. She didn’t appear nervous now. His fear of her saying no was getting the best of him.
“As am I, Drew.” Her lashes fluttered.
His heart stuttered. He loved to hear his name on her lips. He’d never tire of it. Spending the rest of his life with Olivia couldn’t happen soon enough. She had to say yes when he asked her.
“Am I invited?” Simon teased.
“No.” Olivia glared at her brother.
Sweet mercy, she was beautiful. Light brown tendrils escaped the hair pulled up into one of the latest fashions. Beautiful brows arched over almond-shaped blue-gray eyes—eyes that breached his heart and soul. He caught himself right before he let out a sigh.
Simon cleared his throat. “Are you going to just sit there gawking at my sister?”
Olivia’s cheeks turned crimson, but she quickly turned to Drew. “Did you hear about the earthquakes that were felt in Summerville?”
Drew jumped in before Simon could remark. “I read an interview in the News and Courier. A Summerville resident was said to have heard a rumbling sound northeast of town, which was followed by an explosion that sounded like a cannon. But many are skeptical.”
Animation lit her face. “Some are saying a boiler probably blew at one of the numerous phosphate works, or someone was blowing up trees with dynamite.”
“I suppose it’s entirely possible that a tremor was felt. Time will tell.” He leaned forward. “What do you think?” He already surmised what her answer would be.
“I think too many people felt it for it to be some sort of an explosion. Some say that even Charleston felt the tremors. That’s too far for it to be anything other than an earthquake.”
Simon grinned. “Well, it caused a buzz that will keep Charleston talking for a few days anyway. Maybe we’ll get some more clients out of it.”
Olivia gave her brother a look that Drew couldn’t quite decipher. Simon only shrugged.
The next evening after Drew’s visit, Olivia sat in the parlor with her parents. She drew the needle up through the handkerchief she embroidered thinking about the camaraderie that her brother and Drew had shared the night before. “Simon sure flew out of here. You’d think he was late to see his lady love.”
Mama peeked up from her needlework. “If the boy ever finds one. I’m ready for grandchildren.”
“You can’t rush love. I learned that.” A shiver slivered down Olivia’s spine at the thought of Lloyd. She’d questioned if she would ever fall in love again after what Lloyd had done to her. He’d definitely hurt her in more ways than she could count. The welcome thought of Drew quickly replaced the unpleasant memory. She smiled inwardly. She wouldn’t mind giving her mother the first grandchild.
When she and Drew first started courting, doubt had harried her. As a little girl, dread would fill her when she saw him with her brother. The two of them together were as mean as cross-eyed snakes. Like the time they’d tied her shoes together while she napped in a chair, then stole her doll, woke her up and ran. When she jumped up to go after them, she fell flat on her face. The two laughed and disappeared with her doll. It took her the whole day to find where they’d hidden it.
Boys and tomfoolery must go hand in hand. Her brother now was a perfect gentleman, albeit a character—he’d never intentionally harm anyone. Surely Drew was the same. The two boys’ pranks were just that, childish pranks. She hated the way doubt tried to nudge its way into her thoughts. She needed to keep reminding herself that Drew was a doctor and had taken an oath to help people. He was nothing like Lloyd even if she’d known Lloyd for years and never thought him capable of the things that he did.
“Your brother rushed out of here to finish up some late night business,” Papa replied to her question.
“Did you get the policies written and posted?” Olivia inquired.
“We hope we were able to track them all down. Simon’s gone to check on a few loose ends.”
“Ouch!” Mama pricked her finger.
“Are you all right, dear?” Papa’s tender voice inquired.
Mama nodded and dabbed her finger on a handkerchief.
Papa pulled out his pocket watch. “It’s nine fifty.”
Olivia folded the white handkerchief she’d been working on and placed it in the basket beside the settee. She stretched her arms as she stood. “I think I’ll head to bed and curl up with Pride and Prejudice.” She waved her hand in front of her face to give herself some temporary relief from the heat. The sultry day hadn’t been relieved by an evening breeze. The curtains hung limp as an unusual stillness filled the air.

She reached the archway and turned to say goodnight. A long low rumble drifted in through the window as if a heavily-laden horse-drawn wagon approached on the street. But within seconds, the low rumble turned into a terrifying roar. The floor rolled beneath her feet. She grasped the archway wall. The whole house swayed as if dancing to the horrendous thunder. The chimney buckled and bricks spit forward like a child tossing blocks to the floor. A scream caught in her throat. Papa threw himself over Mama, his eyes locked with Olivia’s. Pain splintered through her head as her knees buckled beneath her.

If you enjoyed reading the first chapter of Shattered Memories, tell me why you'd like to read the book to be entered in the giveaway. 

Debbie Lynne Costello has enjoyed writing stories since she was eight years old. She raised her family and then embarked on her own career of writing the stories that had been begging to be told. She and her husband have four children and live in upstate South Carolina. She has worked in many capacities in her church and is currently the Children's Director. Debbie Lynne has shown and raised Shetland Sheepdogs for eighteen years and still enjoys litters now and then. In their spare time, she and her husband take pleasure in camping and riding their Arabian and Tennessee Walking horses.


  1. Loved the first chapter and want more. I find Shattered Memories very interesting and would love to win this book. Thanks for the giveaway and good luck everyone.


    1. Hey Debbie! Thanks for coming by. You are entered in the drawing!

  2. Thank you for sharing this first chapter. I would love to see if Olivia and Drew find happiness, if her family suffers disgrace and learn more about the earthquake. Historical fiction is a favorite genre.
    Debbie, I follow you by Feedburner.
    Thank you and Happy Thanksgiving.

    1. Hey Connie! Thanks for being a FB follower!! And I have GREAT news for you! I sent you an email last week. You won a copy of Shattered Memories from the HHH Facebook party! I'm going to resend the email. If you don't get it contact me either by email or by IM. Congrats!

  3. You have pulled me in and I want to find out more! I love that the family is having a real discussion and the interaction with each other. Thank you for the chance to win a copy as I really enjoy this era.

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    1. Hey Wendy! I love this time period too. Such a fun time to write in. Throwing your name in the hat!

  4. I want to know everything! This looks very good! The earthquake, the romance between Drew and Olivia and the nefarious Lloyd! Bring it on! Thanks, paulams49ATsbcglobalDOTnet

    1. Hey Paula! LOL! Lots of things going on in Shattered Memories. It was a fun story to write! You are entered!

  5. What a great first chapter! Now I want more to answer all my questions.

    1. Good Luck, Nancy! Thanks for coming by. I hope you get those questions answered. ;o)

  6. I like everything I've read by Debbie and I like historical fiction jarning67(at)hotmail(dot)com

    1. Hey Joan! Thank you so much!!! You made my day. :) Your name is in the hat for the drawing.

  7. I was totally captivated reading the first chapter of 'Shattered Memories'! I LOVE historical fiction!! Reading the build-up to the Charleston Earthquake and the prelude to Olivia's amnesia that causes her to lose her memory...forgetting her one true love, Drew, and then thinking she is still engaged to that wicked, thieving scoundrel, Lloyd (urgh!)...well, I am 'chomping at the bit' to find out the rest of the story!! And...I LOVE the cover! Stunning!! Thank you, Debbie, for the opportunity to win this book!!! ~Alison Boss

    I am also a Feedburner follower of your blog...YAY for a second entry!! :)


    1. Thanks for being a follower, Alison! You do get 2 entries!! I love this cover as well. This was a really fun story to write. It had a tremendous amount of research because I wanted it to be as close to what they lived through as possible. Much of the descriptions were actual eye witness accounts as well as how the town reacted to the quake.

  8. I'm a fan of Ms. Costello's books and I want to read all of her books! Is being a fan a good enough reason to want to read this? Lol

    1. One of the best I know, Elly! Thank you so much for coming by and sharing. I'm putting your name into the drawing now!

  9. Now I want to read the rest of the story to find out what happens! I am a follower too. Thanks for a chance to win a copy of this book.

  10. Hey Donna! Thanks for being a follower of my blog! So glad you'd like to read SM. I am throwing your name into the hat twice!

  11. It was a great first chapter! I'd love to see where it goes from here. Meredith meredithfl at gmail dot com

    1. Thanks for coming by, Meredith! Good luck in the giveaway!

  12. Congratulations, Nancy! You won Shattered Memories! I need your email addy!

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