A World of Romances Ii

By Helen Hewitt

Angel On Your Mind

Angel grew up in a normal American household, or so she believed until her eighteenth Birthday.

This young woman is in turmoil with her emotions throughout the story but our hero will save the day and our heroine learns that emotions are high when you run into love.


Magic Of The Loch

Ellen was the inevitable choice by her Father to help run the upkeep of their Hunting Range after her mother left.

Little does she know that her life is about to change and her emotions will be high in all of the upcoming circumstances.


When Your Head Is In The Clouds

In an unexpected twist of fate Yvonne is shown that her life is at a cross roads. Will she stay in an unhappy relationship with the familiar or take a chance on new love.

All this and more in a fast moving story of life and love.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris AU
• Release date: Dec 2, 2014
• ISBN: 9781499027297

Helen Hewitt

I was born in Scotland. My family and I immigrated to Australia in the late 1960’s. My love of writing began in Scotland and has flourished through the years to the point of wanting to publish some of my manuscripts. Being born a middle child with two older and two younger siblings to contend with, my alone time was spent writing stories about fictitious circumstances that I would like to find myself in. Now retired and a Grandmother of four boys I decided that I would take my writing to the next level and see where this path takes me.

Book preview

CHAPTER 1

I ’LL NEVER FORGET that fateful night. My life changed so dramatically because of one critical incident and the future would have been so very different because I would never have met Ian and without him, my life would definitely have been different.

I had woken at around six am, stretched, opened my window and looked out. The sky was clear; birds were flying from tree to grass for their early morning breakfast. The suburbs were just beginning to waken. You could hear an occasional bicycle bell in the distance. Even at this early hour there were people reversing cars out of their garage and making their way to work.

I could hear my mother in the Kitchen. I sat in front of my dressing table combing my hair. Looking at my reflection, the usual thought came to mind. Why was I (Angel Fraser) the only one in my family with Blonde hair? There was Dad with his strong, steadfast ways, brown hair and emerald green eyes, my younger brother and sister with their dark brown curly hair and brown eyes. Then there was my mother with her jet-black hair, sallow skin colour and brilliant blue eyes.

There was a knock on my door and knowing it was my mother I told her to come in. She entered with a cheerful, good morning: as she glided around my room picking up clothes and folding them before coming towards me and kissing me on the cheek. I put my arms around her, she looked pleased as she said with a smile, you must be feeling good this morning, you are usually unapproachable until after breakfast."

My mother had this incredible liveliness about her. When she walked into a room everyone turned to look at her. Those brilliant blue eyes were always sparkling with friendliness and showed her exuberance for life. People she did not even know felt at ease talking to her.

She took the brush from my hand. I watched her in the mirror while she continued to brush my hair in long steady strokes. It always amazed me, she was forty-three years old and she did not have a grey hair in her head. Her hair was loose and fell freely around her shoulders. As she moved, it swayed back and forth like black silken waves on the ocean. Taking a deep breath, I finally plucked up the courage to ask her the question that was always on my mind. Were my Grandparents of British descent?’ she answered me with a question, why do you ask? I shrugged my shoulders: I always wondered why I am the only one in the family with blonde hair." My mother put her arms around me and told me that she had been blessed with a beautiful blue eyed, blonde haired angel.

She took a step back from the stool that I was sitting on saying, you don’t look too bad for an eighteen-year-old, – Happy Birthday sweetheart. Mum told me to hurry and have a shower, breakfast was waiting. I asked her again if we had relatives overseas. She told me that we had no living relatives overseas and asked why I was worrying about such things now. I told her that I wanted to know more about our family history and she said, What is in the past, is passed, let it rest in peace.

The family was sitting around the breakfast table. My father winked at me across the table and asked if I was looking forward to my birthday bash tonight. I nodded my head with enthusiasm. I told him that it was going to be terrific and I would probably meet them at the restaurant after school with Melissa.

Melissa and I arrived at the party that night, everyone I knew was there including my parents, brother and sister and the party was in full swing by around nine pm. I was having a terrific time when an elderly woman wandered over to me. She was dressed in a long flowing skirt, wide sleeved blouse with a waistcoat and a bandanna on her head that covered long thin grey hair. She asked me if I enjoyed my life here in America. I thought this a strange question, but answered her by telling her that I was extremely happy. She motioned me to follow her to the corner of the room, which I did, she said; you are Angel, Tessa’s eldest child, yes. I nodded my head and asked her if she was a friend of my mother’s. Friend, yes I was a friend of your mother’s many years ago. Tessa has never told you about your past, has she? I shook my head and asked what she meant by my past. I heard a voice from behind me and I turned to face my Mum. She was scowling down at the elderly woman and said something to her in what I thought was another language. I looked at the older woman who quickly glanced at me and said we would talk again soon then made her way towards the front door of the restaurant. Puzzled, I looked at my mum and asked what she had said to the older woman. She gently laid her hands on my shoulders and told me not to worry just to have a good time at my party. Then she turned, called out to my Father and walked off in his direction. I tried to follow her to ask more questions about the old woman when my girl friends caught hold of my arm and took me in the other direction to cut the cake.

The night went quickly after this incident and before I had time to think about what the older woman was talking about it was midnight. People at the party were beginning to make their way home. I was saying goodbye to the last of my guests at the front door of the restaurant when my brother came towards me and said, Mum and Dad will meet us in the car park. I made my way to the car and got in the back seat of the car. We had just left the car park when my sister asked me who the old woman was; the one who was talking to me in the corner of the room. I told her that I had no idea, but the woman said she was an old friend of our Mum’s. I leaned forward in the seat and asked my Mum what she had said to the woman as it sounded to me as if you had spoken in another language. My Mum gave a quick glance towards my Dad and he told me that I probably could not hear properly with all the noise in the restaurant. I was sure that it was not English that my Mum had spoken in. My Mum insisted that I must have been mistaken. My younger sister mentioned that she had seen the old woman watching me for a while before coming up to talk to me, therefore the woman must have wanted to talk to Angel about something.

My Mum turned to face us, she told us that the old woman was of no consequence to any of us; we were to forget we had ever seen her. I was about to ask another question about the old lady: my Mum just glared at me, her normally brilliant blue eyes seemed dark and menacing. She told me through clenched teeth that she did not want to discuss this old woman any longer. The incident was to be forgotten by all of us. We drove the rest of the way home in silence.

I was just getting into bed when there was a knock on my door. Mum asked if she could come inside and talk. I opened the door and she walked with me back to the bed. We sat down together and she held my hands in hers and told me that she was sorry that she had lost her temper with me. I gave a little laugh and said. Why did you get so upset? She told me that she would not like me to be hurt by anyone. That she would prevent that if she could.

I could tell by the look in her eyes that she was thinking of something that happened a long time ago. When I asked her, what it is that she is protecting me from; her anger became apparent again. She took hold of my shoulders firmly and told me that whatever it was, happened a long time ago and it is better forgotten about. I had never felt afraid of my Mother before but at this moment, she was like a stranger to me. I think she read my thoughts because she loosened her grip on my shoulders, pulled me towards her and held me close. She told me that if I was to see the old woman again. I must tell either her or Dad about it. Again, I asked, why. She held me at arm length and asked me if I trusted her, I nodded my head and she said, Then you must trust me now and never speak to this woman again. I nodded my head and she kissed me on the forehead and laid me on my bed, kissed me again then left the room.

I lay in bed tossing and turning. I kept thinking of that old woman and my Mum. What information did this old woman have to tell me that my parents did not want me to find out and what did she mean when she said, Tessa has not told you about your past? I rolled over again, I was now facing the window – I heard a noise outside the window, I thought it must be a branch hitting the window so I got up and checked it out, opening the window and looking out, it was pitch black outside. Suddenly someone grabbed me around the throat and I was being forced backwards into the room. I began to panic; I tried to grab hold of something to stop myself from being pushed backwards. I was now lying on the bedroom floor. This person was on top of me now and their grip around my neck was getting stronger. – I was finding it hard to breathe: I grasped at the person’s clothes and body; I tried desperately to get free of the grip around my throat. I grabbed at my bed in the hope of pulling myself up only to find that my bed covers came away from the bed in my hand. I began to feel dizzy, I tried to scream, but no sound came out. The last thing I remember is trying to scratch the face of the intruder.

When I woke the next morning I felt rather shaken but relieved that, it was only a dream that I had. I rolled over in bed and looked towards my window – there was no window there! I panicked and rose from the bed to walk towards the bedroom door. I slowly turned around in the middle of the room. – I was not in my bedroom! I looked down at my clothes; – I was still in my night clothes! Nothing in the room was familiar and when I looked at the door, it seemed smaller than a normal door. I grabbed hold of the handle but it would not turn. I heard a noise outside the door and stepped back onto the bed, – grabbing hold of the covers and pulling them around me; sitting up near the top of the bed. The door opened and in walked the old woman that had spoken to me at my party. I must have looked scared because she told me that I had nothing to worry about now. She locked the door behind her and walked towards me.

She sat down at the bottom of the bed and told me that her name was Rose. I told her that my parents would not be happy about her kidnapping me. She leaned towards me and said again, Tessa has not told you about your past? I looked her straight in the eye and said what my mother would have said, what is in the past, is passed, so let it rest in peace. The old woman started to laugh, Tessa has taught you well, but she should have told you about your past long before this. I asked her where I was and how long before I would be home. Rose, looked at me and smiled, revealing a minute amount of rotted teeth and said, it will do no harm to let you up on deck now, follow me. When I heard the word, ‘deck’ that could only mean that I was on board a boat. I followed her onto the deck of the boat. I staggered backwards to lean against the door behind me because what I saw astounded me.

We were not on a boat as I first thought – we were on a huge ship and we were out in the middle of the Ocean. Rose took delight in telling me that we were on the ship until it landed at its destination. She motioned towards a bench and I sat down. I took a deep breath, once again, I told Rose that kidnapping is a very serious business, and if she were caught, she would be put behind bars for a very long time. Rose just laughed and said, If you think that I have done something wrong by taking you back to your parents then think again. I frowned, and thought, if Rose is taking me back to my parents then why have I been brought out here in the first place. Rose let out a laugh again and said, I think I’ll tell you what Tessa should have told you years ago. I would listen to what Rose had to say because I was curious now to find out what was going on here.

She began with, Tessa and Ben are not your real parents, she waited to see what my reaction was. It was my turn to laugh now, but Rose put an end to that by saying, have you ever wondered why you are the only person in the family with blonde hair. I tried not to look surprised and not let her know that I often thought about that fact. I said, No. Rose shook her head and smiled saying, what I am about to tell you is the truth and Tessa should have mentioned it to you years ago.

Tessa and Ben are Gypsies from the old country. She could tell by the look on my face that I was puzzled. She