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Blurb
Inspired by a true story, The Soul Retrieval
is a suspenseful tale of love, loss and healing which follows traumatized
southern beauty Henrietta Clayborn as she moves between her home in a small
South Carolina town and the New Mexico Native American reservation whose
spontaneous healings keep drawing her physician husband back. Tortured by her
awful secrets, Henrietta struggles to thrive in either locale, but it is her
unlikely friendship with Joe Loco––an eccentric Native American mystic with an
Elvis fetish and a gift for healing––that shows her the way to be whole again.
Set in the late 1950s, The Soul Retrieval is
richly woven with spiritual insights but also deadly secrets, forbidden healings,
a murder mystery, stunning scenery and an unforgettable cast of characters.
A story of transcendent and inspiring power
that is both entertaining and enlightening, readers will be cheering for the
uptight woman from South Carolina to push through her fears of the forbidden as
she searches for truth and healing, faces great obstacles on the frontier of
self and ultimately becomes more than she ever thought possible.
Excerpt
“It’s just as Bear foretold,” the
Apache said. He closed his eyes and moved his hands in small circles with palms
out. “The fire’s burning, but no one’s home in your teepee.”
“Excuse me?”
“You don’t feel like yourself,
you’re feeling vacant and disconnected, like something’s missing.” Joe spoke as
he opened his eyes.
She gaped at him in stunned silence
before whispering: “How … why would you say something like that?” Henrietta’s
heart thumped in her chest as she nervously glanced toward the living room. Her
husband was still talking on the phone.
“Your soul speaks volumes through
your eyes.”
“You see something in my eyes?” And
she rubbed them again with her handkerchief.
“I see what was there, what should
be there, but is not now.”
“Don’t be silly. I’m fine. My eyes
were just watering, that’s all.” She winced, knowing that it wasn’t true,
hating that she’d become such a liar.
“It’s okay, I’m here to help,” Joe
said. He placed his folded hands on the table after sitting down.
His smile and disarming empathy
surprised Henrietta, but she wasn’t going to be moved by what seemed like a
sweet and insightful gesture. Joe Loco was absolutely the last person in the
world she’d choose to confide in.
…
“Don’t worry. It’s obvious your soul
has fragmented and is in need of repair,” Joe said with a calm certainty, as if
it was an everyday matter to be dealt with.
“What?” Henrietta put her hands down
and stared into space, bewildered by his words. In the quietude, the sizzle of
the frying eggs and bacon filled the room like a choir of rattlers. My soul has
what? When she looked again at Joe, planning to demand exactly what he meant,
his eyes were closed, and he was whispering and holding his palms up as though
in prayer.
So she placed the cooked food on a
plate, poured a glass of milk and put both down in front of him. He opened his
eyes and smiled up at her.
“That’s one of the strangest things
I’ve ever heard—a soul fragmenting,” she said. “How would something like that
even be possible?”
“It can happen when we believe or
experience something bad we don’t want to face.” He took a bite of eggs and
grits, closing his eyes again to savor the combination. “Oh, this is yum-yum,”
he said.
When he looked up, it was Henrietta
who was staring.
“The good news is that lost soul
fragments can be recovered and healed. It’s not hard, if you know how, if you
know the secret,” Joe said.
“Are you saying you know how to do
that? That you know the secret?”
“The Great Spirit works hitherto and
I work.”
She crossed her arms. “So what are
you, some kind of soul repairman?”
Author bio and links
Ann
W. Jarvie has a B.A. in journalism and more than twenty-five years’ experience
as an award-winning writer in advertising and public relations agencies, both
in South Carolina and Chicago. She now lives near Phoenix, Arizona, where she
spends part of her time as a freelance copywriter and the rest writing fiction.
The
Soul Retrieval was inspired by Jarvie’s maternal grandmother’s fascinating life
on Indian reservations, where she lived with her physician husband until his
mysterious and untimely death.