Love's Legacy: The Series is the four part series released simultaneously by Renaissance E-books and Club Lighthouse Publishing. It's a story of love, searing jealousy and murder that spans two centuries. It's being presented by Club Lighthouse in it's original unabridged format.
CLUB LIGHTHOUSE PUBLISHING
A Spellbinding Saga of Romance, Passion and Reincarnation!
In the year 1799 in Cornwall, England at Cardon Hall, four people are intertwined in a hopeless situation that ends in murder. Almost two centuries later the four protagonists are reborn to meet and repeat or rectify the past wrong. They are Lance Stevens, Kenn Michael Harrison, James Brandon and Claire Deveraux. In 1974 Claire and Lance, both attractive, very articulate and intelligent, encounter each other when seventeen-year-old Claire goes to Cornwall for the summer holidays. It's love and recognition at first sight on Lance's part, because he's been haunted by nightmares of the 1700s.
Lance invites Claire to Cardon Hall, his family's ancestral home, where she, too, begins to experience very vivid memories of the past. Lance is convinced that he has found his ancient love. Claire on the other hand is dismayed by what is happening to her. However, her best friend Elsa, familiar with reincarnation through her spiritualist grandmother helps Claire to understand better and fully accept her connection with Lance. Initially, Lance and Claire's relationship is almost like a fairy tale, despite the feelings of doom both have stemming from the tragic past that hangs over them. Then Claire's mother dies and she is relieved to have to join the rest of her family in Canada. For, as much as she loves Lance, Claire does not feel ready to get married at seventeen. Lance gives Claire his ring, and she promises to return. But, deep within, she wonders if she really will. Ahead of her lies encounters with Kenn and James that will create further doubts for Claire. Are she and Lance truly star-crossed lovers, or merely two mortals drawn together by unresolved forces from the past?
Following her mother's death, Claire was forced to join the rest of her family in Toronto, where she also had time to sort out her feelings.
In Toronto she is very happy living with her sister Liana and her husband Peter. However, her bitchy, jealous sister, Helena who has sponsored Claire into Canada and is technically her legal guardian, uses every opportunity she gets to be cruel to Claire. Soon, Claire realizes she wants to be with Lance some day, but only when the time is right. But, disturbingly, she begins to experience nightmares of an ancient murder associated with her past life with Lance. After an attack of acute appendicitis, Claire encounters Dr. James Brandon, who saves her life. Yet, she can't understand the immediate distaste she feels towards him, is even more disturbed by the nightmares of that past life the meeting triggers. Claire attempts to focus on her future with Lance, and put Dr. Brandon out of her mind once she is no longer in his care. What she doesn't realize is that the doctor is a man with a secret and dangerous past, who has become obsessed by her. His obsession with Claire is so strong he is determined to stop at nothing to possess her. Not even rape or murder!
Claire continues to be haunted by nightmares of an 18th century murder. After being raped by James Brandon, she learns Lance has died in an Andean plane crash. She marries a seemingly contrite James when she finds she is pregnant from the rape and becomes the target of his obsessive and murderous jealousy. In a seemingly impossible situation along with her precious baby son, Claire has a gift that will be instrumental in her escape. She meets Kenn Michael Harrison who propels her pop super stardom as her manager. He is also the one man who can explain the mysterious nightmares of an ancient murder that have haunted her for so long. Soon she begins to expect that she is fated to die violently at her husband's hands the same way the woman who haunts her dreams died.
James Brandon learns that Lance is still alive and flies into a murderous rage. Stalking Claire as she tours the concert halls of England, James will unwittingly set the stage for himself, Claire, Kenn Michael and Lance to come together in a final confrontation at Cardon Hall. There Claire find herself once again in Lance's arms on a night that will see the events of two hundred years ago replayed once again. A night of love that will also end only in death and tragedy.
"FASTER, FASTER OL' GIRL." He spurred the horse on, as the pursuing thundering hooves portended doom. They were gaining on him. He tightened one arm more securely around the waist of woman sitting in front of him, on the galloping horse.
Aaaarrrrggghhh." Suddenly, an agonizing scream burst forth from him as the projectile pierced his back, ripping through his insides with such a vicious force that it also skewered the woman. Together they fell with a dull thud onto the dew moistened grass.....
Lance Stevens jackknifed on the bed, cold sweating, trembling and gasping for air, literally feeling his insides being torn apart. He hadn't experienced this recurring nightmare in a while and wondered why it started to plague him again. Glancing out the opened window, he noticed that dawn was breaking. He filled his lungs with the fresh Swiss-mountain air that blew in, as he continued to breathe deeply to slow the erratic thumping of his heart. Reaching over to the night table, he switched on the bedside lamp and saw it. The reason for the nightmare: The book he had been reading, before he became enraged and flung it across the room before falling into tortured sleep earlier: The book in which the whole tragic past was written, and now making Claire's sister millions. The night nurse must have picked it up and put it back when she came in to check on him.
"Will I ever be free of the damned past?" He seethed bitterly. The past that had brought him to where he was now. No matter what euphemisms they may use to describe this place, he was still in a bloody nuthouse....only a nuthouse for the neurotic rich........
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MEANWHILE, THOUSANDS OF miles across the Atlantic in her sumptuous lakefront home in Ontario, Canada, Claire stared with hatred and disgust at Dr. James Brandon, her husband. Her head hurt terribly from where he had grabbed her by her hair earlier.
"That was Pete, my brother-in-law. He only came to see how Jeff and I were doing,” she said bitterly through her tears.
A brief vision of a dark haired man with insanely jealous and demonic glittering dark eyes, and mutton chop sideburns popular in the eighteenth century, momentarily swam before her, superimposing itself on her husband's face. Claire shut her eyes and shook her head, as she tried to fight the light-headed sensation of disassociation from the present that threatened to envelope her......
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"OH MY GOD, NO!" JAMES suddenly jerked backwards as though he had been hit. His face drained of all colour. Terror or something akin to it, registered in his eyes as he fled from the room.
The memory flashed by him again. As he had looked into his wife's hate filled eyes, did he actually see her features shift and change into someone else's face, also with bruises that he had put there? It was for but a few seconds that he'd had the vivid impression of violet eyes, rippling long black hair and full ruby red lips in a face that was similar in structure to Claire's. Again, those memories of another place and time he felt he knew as though he had lived there, assailed him.......
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KENN MICHAEL HARRISON STIRRED fitfully in his sleep as the violet-eyed, raven-haired woman appeared out of the mists again.
"Richard mon ami, please help me. Find Ferdie, tell him I need him," she implored as always.
He reached out to grab her hand, but she disappeared into a wisp of mist. Then the dream sequence changed, and he saw himself standing over the woman joined to her lover by a spear, on the grounds of Cardon Hall. The man, not yet dead, implored Kenn Michael to end his suffering. Then he felt a furry head brush against his face.
Kenn Michael opened his eyes and sat up on the bed, awake as Fred his cat, edged closer and settled into his lap, purring.
"Thanks Freddy ol' boy," he murmured to the cat, grateful to it for waking him up.
Glancing at the glowing red digits on the clock radio by his bedside through blurred vision, he realized that he was actually crying, as the deep sadness that had engulfed him while in his dream state, lingered. He had been asleep for only two hours and the hum of traffic and sounds of the city outside his opened window, signalled that Toronto was still alive and buzzing and would be that way for a few hours yet. Half-hour later, unable to fall back to sleep as the images of the past he had seen only in his recurring dreams, continued to whirl around in his brains, Kenn Michael got out of bed and went to the kitchen to get a drink. He filled a glass with cold milk and took it to the living room, set it down and stepped over to the shelving unit. From one of its drawers, he took out half of an old diary, written by a man named Richard Carlyle, who had been one of his ancestors. Though he had read it many times before, as though seeking new understanding for his recurring dreams, as well as something he might have missed, Kenn Michael sat down and started to read......