Book & Author Details:
Fated Memories by Joan Carney
Publication date: April 15th 2016
Genres: New Adult, Romance, Time-Travel
A woman, a war, a vision of the future past…
Burdened with the scars of a tortured childhood and a shattered romance, Kitty is being forced to resign from the dull, anonymous job she’s been hiding behind. With her life in shambles and her friends moving on without her, she jumps at her cousin, Maggie’s, invitation to visit. However, Maggie’s new boyfriend, Simon, has a secret that accidentally hurls the trio a hundred and fifty years into the past. Trapped in the midst of the bloodiest war in American history, the events that unfold will require more mettle than Kitty’s ever had.
Most people lose their appetite when they get upset or angry. Kitty never understood that. Instead, she got hungry. And not just ‘a sandwich sounds good right now’ hungry. But a vicious, self-destructive, tantrum-throwing brand of hunger that could only be satisfied by the most calorie-laden, forbidden, high-fat food possible. And alcohol, lots of alcohol.
Kitty knew the hospital wanted to get rid of her. She’d rather be drawn and quartered than work on that unit. Especially since that’s where most of Richard’s therapy patients were. She’d see him every day flirting with the nurses and watching them fawn all over him. Who in the world could she have pissed off enough to deserve this?
At the market, Kitty moved in a trance-like state as she laid a second bottle of Chateau St Michelle Riesling from the store shelf into her basket. It already contained the pepperoni pizza from Fat Charley’s Italian restaurant next door, three boxes of Mallomar cookies, and a half gallon of double chocolate-chunk ice cream.
Even though she tried to stifle it, her mom’s earlier facetious remark niggled in Kitty’s brain. Bumping into the display the stock boy had just finished assembling, his cold stare ushered in the flood of hurtful memories. Jeers and digs about her five-foot-ten frame that earned her the nickname of Marmaduke rang in her ears. But the worst tormentors were the walking erections who turned her name into a disgusting, mortifying taunt. Their innuendoes landed them, bloody and bruised, in the principal’s office on several occasions.
Kitty had no recollection of paying at the checkout counter until the blaring car horns and the impatient drivers’ angry words jolted her back to her senses. Startled by the commotion, she realized she’d been standing still in the middle of the street. Any other day she’d have responded with a few choice expletives of her own, but even those deserted her now. Kitty shuffled the heavy grocery bags around, hurrying the last block home.
A transplant from the Bronx to San Diego, Joan’s lucky number is four. She has four children, four grandchildren, drinks about four cups of coffee a day, and is now enjoying her fourth career as a novelist. When not planted in front of the computer writing or doing genealogy research, Joan enjoys spending time with family and friends and volunteers at the local church.