Give Her My Love: The Hawk Book One

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HURRAY! Finally I can trumpet Give Her My Love: The Hawk Book One in all its entitled glory. The official blurb goes like this: In the early 1960s, painter Eric Snyder harbors a secret known only to his wife Lynne. When Eric's latest disappearance raises the suspicions of best friends Sam and Renee Ahern, Lynne can no longer keep the truth under wraps. While the Aherns ponder this phenomenon, Eric embarks upon a search for his father, once again taking him far from the woman he loves.

Of course, there's so much more; a saga befitting those who appreciate women's fiction, historical fiction, and magical realism, The Hawk expounds upon soldiers battling PTSD, couples grappling with infertility, women struggling to find their roles in a decade churning with upheaval. Love stories aplenty as well as solid friendships borne of extraordinary events both on the corporeal and ethereal planes. Set in the Pacific Northwest, this series hearkens across the Atlantic to a woman in Norway, as well as those in Israel while a hawk traverses America in search not only for closure, but to heal a damaged soul, his own and that of another.

Recently I wrote an overview of this series: feel free to access this post for more info. Yet heralding a novel on its initial date of publication is vital, not merely for marketing purposes. I'm closing a chapter as well as opening a trove of prose, because in releasing a new book, I begin to walk away from it, sort of a contrary action. For the next few days I'll be squawking about this tale, so please bear with me, hehehe. Yet other ideas are in the works, about which I'll yak once I get these ya-ya's out.

Give Her My Love (GHML) launches a series I plan to release through the next three years. Ten novels in total, I'll publish the next installment in March, Brave the Skies, an excerpt of which is at the conclusion of  GHML. I hope you'll join me on this trek, or pass along this tale to those who appreciate a lengthy yet intricate collection of threads, loose then knotted, but finally brought exactly where they are meant to be. Now back to making sure all the places I need to note this novel are indeed informed. Happy reading!


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