Title: The Promise: A Story of The Quake
HE’LL RISK EVERYTHING TO KEEP HIS WORD
April 18, 1906. A massive earthquake has decimated much of San Francisco, leaving thousands without food, water or shelter. Patrolling the streets to help those in need, Army corporal Ben Tilson meets a young woman named Charlotte who touches his heart, making him think of a future with her in it. In the heat of the moment he makes a promise to her family that even he realizes will be almost impossible to keep.
Because on the heels of the earthquake, a much worse disaster looms: a fire that threatens to consume everything and everyone in its path.
It will take everything Ben’s got to make it back to the woman he loves—and even that may not be enough.
The Promise, a stand-alone novella, is the latest offering from A.B. Michaels’ multi-genre series “Sinner’s Grove.
Author: A.B. Michaels
Other books by this author that we've reviewed: The Lair: A Sinner's Grove Novel
Published by Red Trumpet Press Source: Publisher
Genres: Historical Romace
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I thought that The Promise would be as dark and as suspenseful than her previous book (The Lair). It was not the case at all. The Promise is part of the Sinner’s Grove series which is multi-genre: Historical fiction and Contemporary Suspense. This time, we go back in time and visiting San Francisco.
A massive earthquake almost destroys all of San Francisco in 1906. The Promise is following Charlotte Lindemann and Benjamin Tilson that are both in the city at that time but living this event from a different perspective. Benjamin is in the army while Charlotte is, along with her younger sister Berry, at her aunt house. When the earthquake hit, a part of Charlotte’s aunt house collapsed and they had to run outside for their lives. Benjamin has been asked to go help the survivors and on its way, he stopped at their house. Berry was upset because she left her precious doll inside (it was crafted by her mother that has died). Charlotte’s aunt was refusing to leave her house because that was where all of her memories were. Benjamin was able to convince Berry and her aunt to leave with Charlotte and off they went to the temporary military camp.
Charlotte is a strong character. She took the lead to make sure that her sister and aunt would follow her and be safe. She is able to think straight and make a quick decision that has saved their life. She is in touch with her emotions and is following her gut feeling. She is like a second mother to Berry. Benjamin is loyal and when he is making a promise, he makes sure that he is keeping it. He is a perfect balance between emotions and logic. This character is also of service, always ready to help those in needs, even if he has to get into a fight to succeed. He is missing his family back at home and he has a soft spot for Berry. She reminds him of his young sister and he is doing all that he can to make her happy. His stubbornness is serving him well, that’s how he was able to track down Charlotte and her family.
Historical fiction is quite difficult to master and A.B. Michaels has done a wonderful job at it. I felt that I was there, living the earthquake, seeing the flames and the destruction of the city. I am impressed with her abilities to make us feel the emotions of the characters. It has that je ne sais quoi that is speaking directly to my heart. It is a story of faith, love and family. Those values are very important to me and that what we need in regards to the current event. A story that is uplifting and shows us that there will always be someone ready to help us out when we go through a difficult time or a natural disaster. Also, it is a story that is reminding us to listen to our gut feelings.
If you love historical fiction/romance, I definitely recommend this book.
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Born and raised in northern California, A.B. Michaels holds master’s degrees in history and broadcasting, and worked for many years in the public relations and marketing fields. An avid quilter and bocce player, she currently lives in Boise, Idaho with her husband and two furry “sons” who don’t seem to realize they’re just dogs
I was rolling out a pie crust, thinking about how Richard and I were going to break the news of our broken engagement to my father, when a man entered the kitchen. I looked up and thought perhaps I was imagining things. The stranger was tall and dark, with a full but neatly trimmed beard and mustache. He was wearing a light flannel shirt and dungarees and held a felt hat in his hand. His eyes were . . . they were Ben’s eyes. I stopped what I was doing, caught my breath, and immediately reached to check my hair, forgetting that my hands were covered in flour.
“Miss Lindemann?” he asked in that same calm, comforting voice I remembered.
“Corporal Tilson?” At once I realized I must look a fright, with my hair coming out of its coil and my apron covered with flour dust and spatterings of dough. My heart was dancing in my breast and I tried to settle down by breathing slowly.
He walked toward me, wearing a slight smile and gazing at me with those beautiful gray eyes. I was caught by them, like a most willing prey.
“You’re . . . you’re not in uniform,” I managed to say.
He looked down at his shirt, as if he’d forgotten he was wearing anything at all. “I’m on leave,” he said. He held his hands out and grinned. “This is the real me, I guess.”
I couldn’t help myself, I grinned back and held out my own arms. “And this is the real me, too.”
We both laughed, and if you asked me what the sensation was that arced between us in that moment, I’d tell you it was joy. Pure and simple joy.
But all too soon I remembered he wasn’t mine to feel joyful about. He belonged to another. I tried to put us back on more formal footing.
“You’ve come a long way,” I said. “I trust it’s because of your promise to Berry.”
He nodded. “Among other things, yes. I said I would be back, and here I am.”
“I know Berry will understand about not finding the doll,” I said, attempting to reassure him. “But I’m very glad you came. She was so hoping to see you again.”
He looked at me, his eyes growing more intense. As he stepped closer, he asked, “Were you hoping to see me?”
I could feel the blush starting at the base of my neck and working its way up. If he only knew how much I’d hoped.