The Wishing Well Review

Hello readers,

I am back with yet another review. But first a little insight on the actual book.

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Title:  The Wishing Well Curse

Author:  Lynn Donovan

Published:  April 15, 2013

Word Count: 64,000

Genre:  Christian Gothic/Paranormal

Content Warning:  G-Rated

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Synopsis:

Zeke Clay is down on his luck. He’s lost everything—an apartment, an education, a girlfriend, his job…

When a mysterious letter comes from a law firm in Colorado, he decides things just might be looking up. Now he stands to inherit a fortune, but it comes with a price. He must break a family curse and restore true love. What does he know about breaking a curse? And who is this Great Uncle Luther Clayton, who claims Zeke is the one? Can he piece together the clues left by his dearly departed?

Who can he trust? The Apache Indian attorney? Her great nephew? The leather-clad, Harley riding Pastor? Least of all, himself?

What about the Ghosts?

…And why does his three-year-old tattoo bleed every time he gets near the wishing well?

 

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Excerpt from The Wishing Well Curse by Lynn Donovan:

 

Zeke merged onto Hwy 71 East. He needed to find a truck stop and settle in for the night. He stared at the sedan in front of him. Suddenly, the car fish-tailed, it spun a full three-sixty and crossed two lanes. He slowed his car and eased over to the shoulder. As the sedan careened into the soft shoulder it began to flip end over end and skid on its side through the grass and weeds. It slid into a water-filled ditch and rolled over onto its top as it disappeared into the black, murky water.

“Oh my God! Oh my God!” Zeke shouted as he jumped from his car.

Circular waves radiated from where the car had landed. He blinked against the acrid stench at the water’s edge and waited. Where was the driver? No bubbles. Nobody broke the surface. Nothing.

“OH MY GOD!” He had to go in that God-awful water. He had to help. He wasn’t licensed. He wasn’t legally obligated and yet—he was. He gingerly stepped into the water. His Doc Martens were fine for greasy floors. Not so great in slimy mud. He slipped and fell backward. Black mud oozed between his fingers as he fought for purchase. When he tried to stand up, he slid down to his thighs. Putrid water soaked into his clothes and splashed up toward his face. Nothing in clinicals had ever smelled this bad. Maneuvering himself best he could toward the center of the ditch, he reached for the car. When his hand touched metal, he took a deep breath and sunk underwater.

Submerged in the green-black water, he could not see. It was disorienting. He found a door handle and pulled it open. Reaching inside, he felt the steering wheel. He concentrated on finding the driver. When his hand reached a potential body, he dug into whatever material he could and pulled with all his might. Something held it tightly in place. The seat belt.

Zeke’s lungs felt ready to burst. He pushed back away from the car and rose to the surface. After he sucked in a deep breath, he returned to the open door. With his fingers, he found the seatbelt latch, and pushed and squeezed until it finally released. Once again, he dug fingers into a shirt and pulled with all his might. This time the guy came with him. The bottom of his shoes slipped against the slimy ditch wall. He fell back against the sedan.

Oh, Jesus. Please help me. He shoved himself away from the car. Somehow his shoes took hold and he pulled the limp body along with him. One step at a time, he dragged himself and the guy until they were both on the grass.

The man lay motionless. Zeke scanned the darkening highway. No cars. No headlights. He pressed two fingers on the guy’s carotid artery. No pulse. He put his ear on the guy’s chest. No heartbeat. And he definitely wasn’t breathing.

“I’ve only done this on Sim-Sam—but I know what I’m doing.” He intertwined his fingers, one hand over the other, and started pumping the chest while counting. “One-one
thousand, Two-one thousand, Three-one thousand, Four-one thousand…”

Dusk faded to night. Where was everybody? Why wasn’t somebody coming? “God, please, help me.”

Why he was even saying that at all? Desperate times, desperate measures. Nonetheless, he kept counting and hoping.

Shimmering lights appeared on the horizon. He squinted and prayed they’d stop.

Giveaway Details:

Giveaway

There is a tour wide giveaway. Prizes include the following:

GRAND PRIZE: Signed print copy of The Wishing Well Curse, a Bracelet and Bookmark inspired by the book. (US Only).

SECOND PLACE: $20 Winner’s Choice of Gift Card to Amazon or B&N (or even PayPal Cash) (INT)

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 My review:

I really wasn’t sure what direction the story was taking me at first, but I was drawn to Zeke from the beginning so I continued reading. For some reason, I felt connected to this character and as I delved further into the storyline I realized how likable he really is.

Everything falls apart for poor ole Zeke and I actually felt so bad for him. He’s standing there, wondering what’s going to happen next, what direction his life is going to take, where tomorrow is going to bring for him. He’s utterly lost. And I don’t mean this in the literal way. Things just aren’t going his way.

And from here on out is where the story begins to pick up.

Since I do not like to reveal spoilers in my reviews in consideration to those who have not read it, I limit what I write. However, I will add that this tale really spoke to me in a spiritual way so to speak, because it’s not just a story about a curse, but it carries the message about finding one’s true self. There’s never a better time to reevaluate who you are than when things start to go south. And it’s never too late for a little spiritual healing.

Aside from lifting the curse, Zeke learned how to find himself again. And he learned how to trust God.

Lynn Donovan did a great job in depicting characters and a story that not only sound but feel realistic. I love the integration of Christian and Native American folklore.

On a final note, I’m normally not attracted to Christian themed books but I’m really glad I read this one.

About the Author:

Lynn Donovan

Lynn writes from her heart and five decades of experiences she has accumulated as daughter, wife, mother of four, and grandmother of seven when creating her stories. She categorizes herself as the “sandwich generation” because she is caring for her mother who has Alzheimer’s and is one child away from an empty nest. Besides blogging, Lynn enjoys reading and writing mainstream fiction and speculative fiction, but you might find a historical romance among her collections as well. She currently lives in Southwest Kansas but looks forward to building a home in Colorado. She attends a Creative Writing class at the local college to sharpen her talents and increase her creative juices.

 

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