Broken Branches - book one in the Green Lady Inn series

Length

4 Hour & 8 Minutes

Description

The death of her grandmother brings artist and gallery owner Megan Calloway to Salem. She is rescued by a tall, dark stranger from a careless driver. Was it an accident, or something more sinister? After another death, Megan and her rescuer, Jake, investigate the strange occurrences in her grandmother's house. Everything revolves around a ring she inherited and riddles she must solve. Visions of the past lead Megan to find her future and a treasure lost in time.

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Author Name : Brenda M. Spalding
Narrator Name : Eliza Wethers

     Award-winning author Brenda M. Spalding is a prolific writer with several children's books and adult novels to her credit. She is a member of the National League of American Pen Women, Sarasota Authors Connection, Sisters in Crime and a founding member and current president of ABC Books 4 Children & Adults. She also has a micro-publishing company, Heritage Publishing US, where she helps new and aspiring authors to achieve the dream of publishing. She also is a marketing consultant to help authors navigate their way through Social Media.

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My great grandfather was a Slave

My grandfather was a Native

My grandmother was a Bantu

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Names imposed by shackles

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An identity my forefathers were deprived of

 

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