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The Siren's Tale (Book 2 of Home Schooling)
by Anne Carlisle   

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Publisher:  Lazy Day Publishing ISBN-10:  1612580769 Type: 


ISBN-13:  9781612580760

The novel features three generations of gifted, bawdy sirens, from 1900 to modern society. The suspense deepens when they get tangled in their own webs and struggle against the dark, punishing presence of a family curse. The sirens are free spirits who stand up against bigotry and intolerance. They achieve their HFN's through an unabashed love of their own sexuality. They grow toward connectedness, aided by the power of storytelling.

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HOME SCHOOLING: The Siren's Tale

 THE SIREN'S TALE is a standalone novel , the second book of the HOME SCHOOLING series, paranormal historical romances by Anne Carlisle.The author has been compared to Anne Rice and Erica Jong (Jong gave us the "zipless fuck"). The series is a smart, captivating saga about a family of sirens operating as humans, with insights aimed at New Adults. A different take on the paranormal field, these books address young women's career decisions and relationships, explored from the perspective of young women with supernatural powers.  


Anne Carlisle, Ph. D.
229 Chimney Lane
Wilmington NC 28409
119,888 words

A modern siren struggling with sexual obsession and an unexpected pregnancy hears
a life-changing story about the family curse.

The Siren's Tale

by Anne Carlisle

(Book 2 of the Home Schooling trilogy)

Dedicated with all my love and gratitude to my daughter, Zoe Carlisle, and my husband, Mark Leik.


"Persons with any weight of character carry, like planets, their atmospheres along with them in their orbits."
Thomas Hardy, Return of the Native

"The tapping again. Every night, the tapping. And every night tapping louder than the one before. The wind howls around my window frame like the fabled hounds of hell, but louder still, the tapping shatters the breath-held stillness of my room. I’m afraid. Afraid that I won’t make it through this night. And afraid that I will."

John Everson, The Tapping
Gothic Blue Book: The Haunted Edition


My name is Zoe Augusta Drake, but I go by Zaddie. Today is supposed to be the end of the world according to the Mayan calendar, but so far, so good.
The winter solstice is a special day in our family. Cassandra, our most controversial ancestress, was born on December 21, 1880. She died at age ninety-six on December 21, 1976, on the same day as her only son. On the solstice of 1977, during a rare family reunion, Marlena Bellum, our mother, was told Cassandra's secret story and ultimately decided to continue with her unexpected pregnancy.
This solstice is a marker for me. Six months ago I published the first book in a trilogy, which is collectively entitled HOME SCHOOLING. Today I finished the second book and am beginning work on the third. The end is in sight. Woo-hoo!
I began composing the books as an adolescent, soon after I discovered mother's journals in a folder entitled "The Pink House" at the bottom of an old trunk in our attic. We were living exclusively in Alta, Wyoming then, and my idea was to memorialize our family history for posterity. It was about the same time the trouble began between mother and my twin brother, and after a while I put away the project.
I had formed the writing habit at an early age. I began talking with the dead at two, writing down their stories at three, and reciting them from memory at five. As a result, I blush to say, our mother pronounced me "a prodigy with an old soul." But Grammie Bellum said I was a fibber.
These days, it is not that uncommon for teens to publish fan-based fiction, and I am no longer a precocious redheaded adolescent (though I am still red-haired). On the first book's publication date I turned thirty-four, along with my twin brother Gordie, whom Grammie once described as "gloomy, grand, and damned peculiar."
Grammie Bellum is dead serious in her opinions, and I love her too much ever to contradict her. I would give an arm for her. I love everyone in my family that way. Sometimes it is a chore to love them so deeply, but when I think about the alternatives, they are not so good. There is too much hate in the world and lots of room for unconditional love. I often give my readers that advice, but I wonder if they take it.
My day job is writing an advice column for young women. "Rules of engagement for the chick lit generation," the New York Times Book Review has called it. My monthly column first appeared a decade ago as a hoax. Here is how that went down.
I wrote a private letter containing heartfelt advice to a desperate friend back in Wyoming, that was filched by my prankster brother from the mailbox at Sally Honeywell's mansion in Key West, where we were staying. Gordie typed its content into a "Dear Abby" format, falsely attributed authorship to local psychic Sioux May, and sent it to the city desk editor of the Key West Citizen. The editor was on deadline, and she published the column without checking with Sioux May.
Even after the hoax was disclosed, the readership refused to go away. Now the audience for "Ghost Orchid" is worldwide, from South America to the South Bronx. My column is named after a tropical plant that derives its nourishment from air.
Full disclosure: my books are not derived from thin air. That trick is seriously difficult to pull off. They stem from my home schooling and are indirectly related to a seminal work published in 1978, Home Schooling: How to Build a Happy Home/life. It was co-authored by our mother and her mentor, our dearest old cousin, Dr. Chloe Vye. They wrote their book while Gordie and I were in utero. It is part psychology and part home-building advice; a must-read for architects, who spend as much time handholding their clients as they do designing rooms for them, according to mother.
My books are part family history and part bildungsroman. "Educational journeys undertaken by women to fathom the power and responsibility of sexual allure," in the words of one reviewer. In plain English, I write for women who are trying to navigate the hookup culture with the Bible in one hand and Fifty Shades of Grey in the other.
All four works, mother's and mine, focus on the importance of homes: building happy homes, rescuing historic houses, and surviving homecomings. They also have to do with schooling. But, there is no connection to the popular practice of keeping children at home for their education. In Marlena Bellum's opinion, "that kind of home schooling is too often aimed at conforming the young mind to the principles of this or that religious system, thus defeating the purpose of education, which is to lead the mind away from narrow indoctrination."
With the notable exception of Grammie Bellum (her first name is Faith!), the women in our family do not go in for organized religion. Mother says we are "unrepentant pagan spirits, attracting that which is unexpected and unsanctioned." I believe she is referring to events in the family history that cannot be explained either by traditional religion or traditional science. You see, I come from a long line of non-conformist women with voracious sexual appetites, and gifted with paranormal powers.
Let's call us sirens.
An early siren in our line was a young red-haired courtesan who was painted and bedded by the great Tiziano Vecellio, more commonly known as Titian. Their love affair ended with Titian's death in 1576. She carried on with tonsured members of the clergy, only to have her temptress career cut short by a papal Inquisitor. He pronounced her an agent of Satan and axed her in half to avoid looking her in the eye.
At my second birthday party, a beautiful, red-haired stranger appeared in Dr. Chloe's vegetable garden. She and I had a short conversation. That was the start of my home schooling. Mother acknowledged that the woman was the ghost of our ancestress, Cassandra.
Two years ago, after a rather long absence, the red-haired ghost appeared to me again. This time, she introduced herself formally, beginning with these words: "In life, I was Cassandra Vye, born Cassandra Zanelli in 1880. I come from a proud and ancient line of sirens in human form. Home base, the Italian Alps." Her introduction was a nice gesture, I thought. Mother taught us always to be polite, and though Gordie has no use for etiquette, even he would have enjoyed her narrative.
As children, we were told little about the controversial figure; only that she was the mother of Dr. Chloe and had four names. She was born Cassandra Zanelli, then re-named herself twice, taking the name of Cassandra Vye, in 1899, and eventually a nom de plume, Nevada Carson. During the brief time she lived in Alta, she also had a married name, Cassandra Brighton.
Eventually Mother did admit Cassandra was controversial because of being a "bounder," which is an archaic but apt term for a runaway wife. Our siren ancestor was "assertive" long before the term was invented by modern feminists, and therefore she was grossly misunderstood. Cassandra was distinctive for other reasons. For instance, she anonymously funded a number of cultural institutions in Alta, including a large regional arts center where, as a toddler, I played my baroque zither in a public concert.
Before we were born, mother rattled some local cages by making facts known about Cassandra Vye's anonymous generosity. This exposure was a controversial move in the extended family, one that was hotly contested by Marlena’s mother. "Our practice is to debate key issues. Afterward, your mother goes out and does exactly as she pleases." That is what Grammie says, and I would agree there is truth to her observation.
Because of mother going public with Cassandra’s anonymous generosity and the inference we were proud of her legacy rather than ashamed of her notoriety, we were obliged to live somewhat reclusively in what mother has always called "the pink house" - an old Victorian frame home dating from homesteading days. As the Casper Star-News wrote, "Thanks to the persistent efforts of architect Marlena Bellum and her powerful preservationist friends, Lila and Bryce Scattergood, Alta has a higher percentage of rescued historic homes than any other frontier town of the Old West." Our beloved pink house is one of them.
According to Cassandra's ghost, her good works were anonymous because the natives of her time hated and feared her, dead or alive. This generalization brings me to the most distinctive thing about her. In 1900, not long after arriving in Alta, she was branded in church by a local witch-hunter as a force for evil. Later, she was accused of being a murderess, even by her husband, and driven from town. The ghost told me her version of the story, which is included in the pages that follow. The villagers blamed her for four deaths between 1901 and 1917. She said they were owing to a family curse that was "fiendishly devised to end our siren line."
To this day, most in Alta remember Cassandra as a common slut, and some believe she was an evil witch. Elsewhere, she is star material. Under the pseudonym of Nevada Carson, she prospered as an actress, writer, and producer for the film industry until her death in San Francisco.
But all are somewhat mistaken. Cassandra Vye was a true siren.[]
Cassandra says I am a siren, too. "The green twig on a dying holly bush," she sings to me in my dreams. Her lyrics are accompanied by the plink-plink-plink of a zither. I will be the last of our siren line, unless I manage to do what my mother did and reproduce a siren offspring.
No pressure there. LOL.

December 21, 2012
Key West, Florida

Professional Reviews

Five Stars!
"Everything a great novel should be! Anne Carlisle is a magnificent writer! The Siren's Tale has it all..a superb plot, characters who jump off the page and a wonderfully macabre tinge of supernatural! I loved this book!!" Rick F.

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