Tuesday's Child PDF
By Icy Snow Blackstone
Grace McAllister has neither seen nor heard from her father since her mother left him twenty years before. Now, Benjamin Troup McAllister is dead and Grace returns to Temple, Georgia for the reading of his will. She’s in for more than the culture shock of a small Southern town, however, for not only does she inherit nothing, but her father’s will denies his paternity. Enlisting the help of childhood friend Mayfield Donovan, Grace attempts to find her real father.
The bully of her earliest years, May’s grown into a handsome stranger possessing a startling sensuality, wooing Grace while he helps her question her mother’s old friends, as well as Benjamin McAllister’s enemies, of which there are quite a few. As they sift through the facts of her mother’s life and the men who loved her, they uncover a tale of revenge, deception, and murder, and discover a truth neither wants to believe or accept.
Sensuality rating: 3
Cover Art by Bev Haynes
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Never say Never, because if you do, sooner or later, those words will come back to bite you in the ass.
That was what I was thinking as I left the exit ramp from I-75.
The night my mother and I turned our backs on Temple, Georgia, I swore I’d never come back. Actually, my mother was the one doing the swearing. She was holding my hand at the time, but I remember her words, “I don’t care if I ever see this damn town again,” and if that was her attitude, it was good enough for me. I was just a child but if she hated the place, then so did I.
That was my preferred point of view until I received a certified letter two weeks before, informing me my father had died and I was invited, though the wording made it clear it was more than an invitation, to be present at the reading of his will. At first I stated quite plainly to my boss I had no intention of being there. Then curiosity got the better of me. What would a man, who hadn’t seen or heard from or tried in any way to get in touch with his daughter in twenty years, leave to her? I was certain it’d be some laughable amount, like a dollar, or an equally insulting item, like ‘my second best bed’, or some other ridiculous and worthless piece of junk I’d have trouble disposing of before flying home again. Nevertheless, I was curious, so with my boss’s encouragement and blessing, I went, though I felt like the proverbial cat. I was probably going to regret my curiosity when the smoke cleared.
There was another reason I went, something which had nagged at me for years. He’d married again and I had a half-brother and sister I’d never seen, in fact didn’t even know their names. That same curiosity made me want to see just how alike we were.
I’d made reservations at Temple Manor. There was a Holiday Inn on the outskirts just past the ramp, but I had a memory of the Manor from when I lived in Temple. Not a clear memory, of course, just an impression of an elaborate, red-bricked building with those revolving doors a five-year-old thought so amazing, and an overhang similar to a theater marquee, decorated with beautifully carved swags and festoons. I’d never been inside but the exterior fascinated me so that whenever we were downtown, Mama and I would always walk by the old hotel so I could stand and stare at that ornate façade.
I wondered if the image in my mind’s-eye was still accurate and hoped the place hadn’t turned seedy and become rundown in the interim. If so, I’d settle up, posthaste, and high-tail it back to the Holiday Inn. Pronto.
I was coming into the city limits now. Before me loomed an old train station. I’d forgotten about that.