The Last Maharajan by Susan Wingate

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Title:
The Last Maharajan

Author: Susan Wingate

Publisher: Roberts Press

Pages: 152

Genre: Romantic Thriller/Women’s Fiction

With her mother
dying and her marriage falling apart, Euly Winger returns to her birth place in
order to uncover a dark secret about her parent’s divorce. Something that has
haunted their family since Euly was a young adult. 
But when Euly meets up with an old acquaintance,
her time back home turns nightmarish when he angrily reveals everything he
knows about her parents. 

A suspenseful and inspirational read, THE LAST
MAHARAJAN is a story of love–in all of its forms, loss–in all of its sadness,
and forgiveness–in all of its redemption.

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  • The Last Maharajan is
    available at Amazon.
Book Excerpt:
Why would she lie? Why now, knowing she was
going to die?
Somehow Belle’s words felt contrived, forced.
Euly Winger had been calling her mother Belle since around the age of fourteen.
When Belle showed signs that Euly could treat her as an equal.
Her mother’s words rung like an indictment, allowing
a wisp of a notion making Euly recoil from something that happened long ago,
evoking a lingering emotion in Euly, a dreamy memory, caught somewhere between
the dead and the living and equally unattainable to conjure.
What was it her mother said? The exact phrase,
the exact placement of words, the first one and then the next, that stirred in
her such a strong reaction?
“He’s your brother.”
Was it that simple? No, she had added the word
“probably” and, with emphasis.
Euly remembered how, when Belle spoke, her
breath leached out a rancid, metallic odor grown from all the intravenous drugs
pumping into her, drugs keeping her alive.
Her veins looked larger against her pale mottled
alabaster skin, accenting the clear plastic lines stabbed into her arms,
covered by white paper tape to hide where the needles had been inserted.
No. That’s not what she said. Belle’s exact
phrase was, “He’s probably your brother.” There it was. And Euly’s mind
roller-coastered back to a spot, an exact time, location, and age–the way the
scent of mown grass takes you back in a specific point in your history, to your
childhood.
Belle had said it as if to sentence her father,
yet again, for their divorce. A divorce that happened so many years ago, a
lifetime really, that Euly wondered how it could still bother her mother. But
it did.
She stared into her cup dunking her teabag as
she tried to put the pieces of yesterday’s conversation back in order and
wondering if her mother had tasted the hate drooling off of her tongue.
Belle’s year-old diagnosis felt like a slap
across Euly’s face–a swift year that blew by like a fleeting
Santa Ana. And, what made it
worse? The doctors now gave Belle less than a month. If that.

 

 

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About the Author

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If you want to read award-winning, fiction steeped in
suspense and sometimes set in mythical lands, or books with mystery and
thriller elements, you will enjoy reading Susan Wingate’s books. The twists and
turns of her stories and her likable, touching characters are always unique.
People say that her work is reminiscent to the fantasy series, The
Chronicles of Narnia written by C.S. Lewis and also to the superhero Spider-Man
series–books with unforgettable heroes and fantastical worlds readers can
escape to. Susan Wingate’s bestselling, award-winning books are
recommended for teenagers, young adults, and for the young at heart!
Susan began writing as a child when she learned her
father was a writer. Susan Wingate writes fiction and is currently working on a
gritty faith-based Apocalyptic thriller series. Susan offers writing
instruction to emerging writers at writing conferences, libraries, and online
webinars. Her popular workshop “Muscle-up
the Gut of Your Story: How to Write the Novel“
 has given
emerging novelists the impetus to complete their first drafts quickly and
efficiently. Susan also teaches writing craft, nuances about the
publishing business, and how to market your book. Her workshops have
been endorsed by many writers who have been struggling in their
careers and have then gone on to get major publishing contracts with legacy
publishers.
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