Friday Memes: Breaking Ties by Jo Grafford

Happy Friday everybody!

Book Beginnings on Friday is now hosted by Rose City Reader. The Friday 56 is hosted at Freda's Voice. Check out the links above for the rules and for the posts of the participants each week. Don’t dig for your favorite book, the coolest, the most intellectual. Use the CLOSEST.

This week I am spotlighting Breaking Ties by Jo Grafford. The author asked if I would be willing to review this book when I had time. It sounded good so I added it to my review pile. Here is the description:

A cursed island, a chilling conspiracy, and an unforgettable love story. The 115 colonists on Roanoke Island couldn't GPS, skype or twitter their ultimate destination back to their families and friends in 16th Century England. But modern laser technology has finally uncovered a clue - hidden beneath a patch on an ancient map at the British museum - that leads us to their whereabouts. Considered "lost" for centuries, these brave pioneers finally reveal the rest of their story in Book One of the Lost Colony Series.

Rose Payne's world is left in tatters after a disastrous betrothal, making her an easy target for recruiters to the Colonies. Using every cent she has, Rose sails for the New World and a fresh start, vowing to never again fall for a wealthy man.

Returning from a diplomatic tour in London, Chief Manteo is bewitched by the fiery-haired ship's clerk and determined to overcome her distrust. He contrives a daring plan to win her heart - one that forces her, honor bound, to serve as a slave to his tribe - a plan he prays will protect her from a chilling conspiracy involving murder, blood money, and a betrayal of their fledgling colony so terrifying it can only be revealed in Breaking Ties. 

Beginning:

Portsmouth, England, April 26, 1587

"Yer bum's hanging out the window, Rose!" My brother banged his empty mug on the inn table.

Friday 56:

Without warning, I was painfully cold and wet again, shaking uncontrollably. I tried to draw air into my lungs and choked. Hands pounded a bruising temp on my back. More hands pushed at my belly and chest. I gagged and spewed torrents of brine.