WandaCKeesey

LOST IN THE MIST
By W. C. Keesey
Publisher: Wings ePress, Inc
ISBN: 978 1 59705 327 3 (e-book)
ISBN: 978 1-59705-706-6 (paperback)

(a time travel novel (paranormal romance). A young woman is drawn to Civil War Fredericksburg, VA. (completed novel of approx 94,000 words))

Victoria stared in amazement, her eyes wide and her mouth open in surprise. She wore a white nightgown that covered her from chin to toe and cloth slippers on her feet, her long hair held only by a pink ribbon rained over her shoulders. The hand holding the candle shook, the other flew to her mouth. Her dark eyes reflected the flickering light
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“Victoria,” Connie took a step forward as she reached for the distant figure. The room spun, she felt herself falling. Realizing as the world grayed that Victoria had seen her, too. What kind of dream is this?

SUSQUEHANNA SIX a novel of six outcast teenage boys who fight their own war in 1863 Harrisburg, PA. (approx: 100,000 words)
by Wanda C. Keesey

There was no question that the rebel solider had to come with them. He would have died on the island. But once they were docked they would have to decide what to do with him. Hap walked the pole up the raft and saw that they were very close to their beaching area. He had watched Woody and the wounded man fend off the dead cow. He saw Bug fall into the river and Woody pull him out. He also saw the rebel, start toward the side of the raft. Was he going to go into the river after Bug? Maybe. He didn't seem like a threat, but Hap knew he was. Anyone who put on a uniform, either blue or grey, expected to kill.

They could take him to the militia. He would be sent to the small camp near Camp Curtin and shipped out to a prisoner camp. But would they be able to overpower him? He had a rifle, pistol and knife. He knew how to fight. . .and kill.

THE WALK HOME a novel of two women seeking revenge and restitution in Civil War America
by Wanda C. Keesey (completed novel of approx 74,000 words)

The two men headed for the front of the cabin, dragging Sara with them.

She tried to pull free.

Buck jerked her against his body. “Ya won’t be wantin’ ta fight. It’ll go hard fer ya.”

His words sent shivers down Sara’s spine.

“My husband will be home soon.” As she spoke a wave of hopelessness sweep over her. It was futile. If the shots she heard were aimed at these men, they had missed and Edward would be here by now. If they were the shooters. . .her mind numbed at the thought, refusing it.