Deceptive Storms by Mary M. Hall-Rayford

Mary M. Hall-Rayford
By Mary M. Hall-Rayford April 13, 2014 13:47

Deceptive Storms by Mary M. Hall-Rayford

Summary:

Deceptive Storms is the second book in a trilogy depicting the lives of two people who have made a transition from being single to marrying at middle-age. Their relationship starts in, My Father’s Gift, and moves them to London, West Virginia, where they take on a small-town community with all the quirks and foibles that abide in small places. They suspect that not everyone is happy with their appointment to this church, but they plod along getting things done. Just when it appears that everyone is settling into a routine that will be productive, true natures (influenced by blackmail and envy) rise to the surface creating havoc for everyone.

Cal and D’Cerner are used to challenges, but they now face a challenge of becoming parents again (their children are almost grown), dealing with a lustful church member and deceptive trustees in the church. D’Cerner’s high risk pregnancy opens the door to much of the confusion and opportunity for the enemy to sow seeds of doubt, putting a marriage at risk.

With all the emotional turmoil surrounding their attempts to do as God has asked them to do, the weather plays havoc with the community and lives are lost.

The author has rated this book G (all ages).

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Excerpt:

When Cal entered his house, he was grateful that there were no lights on upstairs. That usually meant that D’Cerner had fallen asleep. He had just hung up his coat and hat when the phone rang. He grabbed it, but too late. D’Cerner had picked up the extension in the bedroom. He hurried up the stairs to intervene in the conversation, but when he walked into the bedroom, he could tell by the look on her face and the tears streaming that she knew.

“Dee, I need to you to listen to me. I don’t know what someone just told you, but it’s not what you think.” He sat down beside her and tried to pull her to him, but she resisted and stared at him.

“Dee, say something.”

With a deadly calm, she responded. “What do you want me to say? How was the kiss? Was it worth it? What exactly do you want me to say?”

By the time her last question was asked, her tone had risen several decibels. She was flushed and breathing hard and Cal was scared.

“Dee, you’re getting upset and you know that could be dangerous for you and the baby.”

“Really? You think I’m getting upset! I am upset! How could you? I thought we had worked this out. I thought you said you could wait eight months. ‘I’ve waited over fourteen years, I can wait eight months.’ That’s what you said, but you couldn’t, you couldn’t!” By now she was crying uncontrollably; her shoulders were trembling and cries were heart-wrenching. He couldn’t stand it.

He pulled her into his arms and held her even she tried to resist and would not let go until she stopped crying. When she was totally spent of tears, she got up and went to the bathroom. When she came out, she had one final blow.

“Get out! You can either sleep in the den or at Chassida’s. I really don’t care, but you are not going to sleep in here tonight.”

“Dee, are you serious? Over a kiss? It’s not like I slept with the woman?”

She looked at him for a moment and said, “You might as well have. Trust has been broken and I don’t know if it can be repaired. Now, get out!”

She laid back down and turned her back on him. He stepped out of bedroom totally distraught because he had never thought about not sleeping with his wife. As he crept down the stairs, he stopped at the linen closet to retrieve a sheet and blanket. He thought about going back into the bedroom to get a pillow and then decided not to risk it. He had seen D’Cerner angry before, but this was more than anger; this was hurt –he saw in her eyes and heard it in her voice.

He put the sheet on the couch and the blanket and covered himself without getting undressed, but he felt naked—his shortcoming revealed for all to see and he didn’t know how he would proceed from this point. He tossed and turned and turned and tossed, until eventually, just as the light of dawn was rising, he fell asleep.

Copyright© Mary M. Hall-Rayford. All rights reserved.

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