Banished Love
by Ramona
Flightner
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BLURB:
Free-Spirited…
Clarissa
Sullivan dreams for more from life than sipping tepid tea in stifling parlors
in Victorian Boston. She defies her family’s wishes, continuing to teach poor
immigrant children in Boston’s West End, finding a much-needed purpose to her
life.
Radical…
As
a suffragette, Clarissa is considered a firebrand radical no man would desire.
For why should women want the vote when men have sheltered women from the
distasteful aspects of politics and law?
Determined…
When
love blossoms between Clarissa and Gabriel McLeod, a struggling cabinetmaker,
her family objects. Clarissa’s love and determination will be tested as she
faces class prejudices, manipulative family members and social convention in
order to live the life she desires with the man she loves.
Will
she succeed? Or will she yield to expectations?
BANISHED
LOVE follows Clarissa Sullivan on her journey of self-discovery as she learns
what she cannot live without.
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Excerpt
Three:
“You’ve known my beliefs for some time,” I croaked out.
“A schoolgirl’s idealism,” she snapped. “Nothing to be acted
on.”
Mrs. Chickering cleared her throat, as though to remind Mrs.
Smythe she remained present. “I think it takes a tremendous strength of
character to have beliefs and then actually act on them,” she said with her own
fervor. “I would hate for women to lock away their desires for a better world
once they leave school or marry. They, as women, have lives, have hopes and
dreams for the future, independent of what a man might want.”
“How dare you come into my house and tell me that what I
have is not sufficient?” Mrs. Smythe gasped.
“I am saying no such thing, Mrs. Sullivan,” Mrs. Chickering
replied. “I believe you need to understand that your stepdaughter has beliefs
and aspirations that are different from yours.”
“Aspirations that include the vote?” Mrs. Smythe scoffed.
“Men have voted in the past, they will continue to vote, and I have no desire
of it. I feel as my husband does on all things to do with politics, so it would
only be giving the same politician two votes rather than one. There’s no
purpose to women having the vote.” Her eyes flashed, true enmity in their
depths as she glared at Mrs. Chickering. “And didn’t we women of Massachusetts
show you suffragettes we didn’t want the vote in’95? No one voted for women to
become enfranchised then, and they won’t now.” She sighed loudly, as though
trying to calm herself.
“An aspiration for independence?” Mrs. Smythe continued,
unable to stop speaking. “Are you telling me that someday it should be lauded,
hoped for, that young women become independent and have no need for marriage?
No need for children? How could that ever be a hoped-for future? You and your
group want too much for women. Women should focus on their home, on creating a
moral, upstanding environment in which to raise children. She will want for
nothing if she has such a home,” Mrs. Smythe argued.
“So I suppose women should remain tied to the kitchen stove
with children at their ankles, and a husband who might, or might not, come home
with a paycheck as their only recourse?” Mrs. Chickering countered. “Relying on
the benevolence of men to write laws and enforce them without women having any
involvement in the legislative process? Sitting at home knitting, hoping that
men will ensure that our rights are protected? That is all you envision for
women? Nothing more?”
“It has been enough for generations. I do not know why it
should need to change now,” Mrs. Smythe snapped, banging down her teacup with
such force I thought she might crack it.
“Was that enough for you in your first marriage, Mrs.
Sullivan?” Mrs. Chickering asked, pinning her with an intense gaze.
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Ramona Flightner
is a native of Missoula, Montana. After graduating from Tufts University with a
B.A. in Spanish, she earned a Masters degree in Spanish Literature from the
University of Montana. Her Master’s thesis, Chilean Testimonial Literature: the
collective suffering of a people, highlighted her continued interest in the
stories of those who were at risk of being forgotten or silenced.
She studied
nursing at the University of Pennsylvania and graduated with a Master’s in
Nursing as a Family Nurse Practitioner. She has worked for ten years as a
family nurse practitioner providing care to the poor and under insured at two
community health centers, first in Wilmington, Delaware and now in Boston,
Massachusetts.
An avid
reader, she began writing three years ago. She enjoys the demands of research
and relishes the small discoveries that give historical detail to her books.
Ramona is an
avid flyfisher and hiker who enjoys nothing better than spending a day on a
remote Montana river, far from a city. She enjoys research, travel,
storytelling, learning about new cultures and discovering new ways of looking
at the world. Though she resides in Boston, Massachusetts, Ramona remains a
Montanan at heart.
Her dreams are to see the plains of East
Africa, marvel at the wonder of Petra in Jordan, soak in the seas of the South
Pacific, and to continue to spend as much time as possible with her family.
Banished Love
is her first novel and is the first in the forthcoming Banished Saga.
AUTHOR WEB
PAGE: http://www.ramonaflightner.com
TWITTER: http://twitter.com/ramonaflightner
FACEBOOK: http://www.facebook.com/authorramonaflightner
PINTEREST:
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