Love Mother Love Daughter

Ellen Frazer-Jameson

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Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned...Love Mother Love Daughter is a twisted and compelling tale of a mother and daughter who are both under the spell of a bewitching gypsy flamenco guitarist, Romero. He steals their unsuspecting hearts and uses them to satisfy his deepest desires - and the power he craves. These two powerful females come to worship, adore and hate him for the evil eternal triangle he has forced upon their lives. Julianne Gordon, a beautiful former model, works for one of the most famous fashion houses in Europe. She has spent her life reinventing her past and shielding her teenage daughter Kira Mae from a devastating family secret. Following a vicious attack by a family member, they escape to Spain in search of a new life, where they are both seduced by Romero. Julianne bravely fights to release Kira Mae when she is imprisoned in a jail, wrongly accused as an accomplice to murder. They are horrified to discover they have been cruelly manipulated by their malevolent lover, who will come to know the full force of their hatred and wrath. They have a secret weapon. Revenge, when it comes, is sweet...Dealing with universal themes of love, loss and betrayal, the complex relationships of these beautiful blondes and the passion of their obsessions will captivate readers in a story that delivers dramatic twists and leads triumphantly to a deadly conclusion.

Sujets

• Love
• Love (disambiguation)

Informations

• Publié par: Ellen Frazer-Jameson
• Date de parution: 12 février 2015
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781783016792
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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LOVE MOTHER LOVE DAUGHTER
ELLEN FRAZER-JAMESON
LOVE MOTHER LOVE DAUGHTER
2015 Ellen Frazer-Jameson
Ellen Frazer-Jameson has asserted her rights in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988 to be identified as the author of this work.
www.ellenfrazerjameson.com .
Published by Ellen Frazer-Jameson
First published in eBook format in 2015
ISBN: 978-1-78301-679-2
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All names, characters, places, organisations, businesses and events are either the product of the author s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
This novel is lovingly dedicated to my eternal husband, Derek Jameson, my awesome family and a sacred circle of inspirational friends.
Special thanks go to Clare Christian, The Book Guru.
Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
About the Author
prologue
And thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenge.
Shakespeare s Twelfth Night
The picturesque Italianate graveyard was awash with summer sunshine. Marble monuments, copper crosses and alabaster angels cast noonday shadows on the hallowed ground. A place of peace, tranquillity and a satisfying finality.
No words were spoken but the breeze breathed the final farewell. Rot in hell, you bastard. An open grave awaited its guest, a dark, silent resting place where a soul could pause on its journey homeward. By the grave, a mournful quartet watched as the coffin was lowered on silken red ropes into the ground.
Two grieving widows. Picture perfect, beautiful, statuesque honey-haired blondes dressed dramatically in matching jet black Versace ballerina-style net covered cocktail dresses; dangerously high Manolo Blahnik shiny pointed black court shoes and the outfit mysteriously topped off with dainty veiled pillbox hats.
The widows stood graveside. Stepping forward in turn, each dropped a single blood red rose onto the varnished black wood and gold handled coffin. Silently, motionless, beside their mothers stood two demure little girls dressed in matching black mourning outfits, ebony satin ribbons in their hair.
As the bored priest intoned the final words of the funeral service, Dust to dust, ashes to ashes the mournful group could contain their emotions no longer.
Suppressed sobs rose to the surface and became smiles then joyful laughter and the two small girls looked at each other and giggled. On an unspoken command, the matching blondes tore off their veiled headgear and threw them violently onto the coffin. As one they chanted, Adios, gypsy boy, not a tear will we shed.
chapter one
Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.
Shakespeare s Timon of Athens
Julianne Faith Gordon suffered every day with the knowledge of her devastating secret. Sworn to silence, she was forced to deny the very truth of her existence.
Basking in the reflected spotlight of Julianne s successful career and high powered friends, her daughter, Kira Mae shared her mother s glamorous lifestyle of privilege, wealth and ease.
The two beautiful blondes were on the guest lists of all the top designers in the exciting world of London fashion, and prized guests on the international scene.
Soul sisters, blood relations, Julianne and Kira Mae were discreet enough to silence malicious rumours about their relationship.
Concealed in the mists of time, the truth of their family connection was denied, brought out and like the latest designer fashions ultimately declared to die for .
Julianne trusted no one, always fearful that they would discover her shameful secret. The truth of her birthright that she had vowed to take to the grave.
Her silence had been bought - but she was the one who had paid that price. Julianne and Kira Mae were a formidable pair. Fiercely loyal to each other, driven by their personal demons and prepared to fight to the death to protect their gold-plated reputations - and their sanity.
* * *
Born in the 1970s in a small village in East Devon, Julianne s parents Alan and Martha Gordon were reserved, respectable and relatively unremarkable - except perhaps for their slavish devotion to the baby girl they had made together.
Her mother Martha treated Julianne as a beloved child. Cosseted, spoiled, she was not expected to help with chores or be concerned with matters connected with the running of their neat as a pin home. That was Martha s domain and she was more than capable of housekeeping for her husband, a classics scholar and public school headmaster, and her only child. She took great pride in overseeing a well regulated household while her husband prided himself on being a good provider, the breadwinner. No wife of his was going to work outside the home.
Not that Martha would have been particularly suited to finding a job, she had been brought up by immigrant parents who had fled from Italy during the war and as they worked to establish themselves in their new homeland, Great Britain, their only daughter Martha acted as an interpreter, companion and home help. She had not been expected to have a life outside the parental home until she married. In fact, she may have been destined to live her life as a spinster so sheltered and protected was she by her parents, Elsa and Abe, the quiet mannered Donattis who ran an Italian bakery in a small Devon village outside Exeter.
However, as a summer treat she had been sent to holiday with relatives in Italy and it was there that she met her future husband, Alan Gordon.
The two had begun conversing on the short ferry ride as he escorted a coach load of British public school boys on a trip to the island of Isola Bella, just off the shores of Lake Maggiore on the Italian Riviera.
Please excuse the manners of my boys, said Alan politely to the stylish, statuesque blonde as she basked in the sunshine and stood gazing out over the rail of the ferry, holding her long hair away from her face with one hand as a faint breeze ruffled her golden curls.
Martha smiled. She had already realised that the teenage boys naively thought that by speaking English they would not be understood by their fellow travellers.
No need to apologise, smiled Martha graciously. Compliments are always welcome - in whatever language.
Joining an official sightseeing tour of the magnificent art filled palace of Isla Bella and touring its lavishly landscaped grounds complete with strutting peacocks, Alan and Martha exchanged interested glances and passing observations.
When Alan was not being interrupted with constant questions, Please, sir, can we go off and explore on our own? Please, sir, when are we leaving? Please, sir, what time is dinner? he managed to elicit the name of Martha s hotel, establish that she was travelling alone for this part of her trip and request that she meet him for a coffee the following day, before he and his class of students boarded a coach for the return journey to England.
Martha liked what she saw and she couldn t help speculating that a handsome, well-mannered school master was likely to find favour with the marriage expectations that her cautious and discriminating parents held for her.
She was right. Alan s education, respectability, earning potential and the fact that his parents too had fled a war-torn Europe, in their case coming from Poland, to find a better and safer life in Great Britain, made him an acceptable suitor when he began to court and later ask for the hand of their daughter in marriage.
Alan resigned his position in a prestigious Cambridge boys public school soon after their wedding and accepted a headmastership at a modest rural school in Devon, close to Martha s parents. The birth of their own child, a beloved daughter, Julianne, made their lives complete.
Martha delighted in her role as a wife, mother and homemaker and her husband Alan, whose only fault was his moodiness which could sometimes tip into depression, always played his part as father, husband and protector.
Martha was a healthy, happy woman whose only daughter had just entered secondary school. She had no symptoms, no signs, no lumps. Nothing to suggest that she was about to be given perhaps the most devastating news a well woman can receive. After a routine mammogram performed as part of a new health screening programme, Martha was informed that a biopsy would be needed to further examine an irregularity in her breast.
The piece of tissue removed for biopsy was cancerous. It was to be the beginning of a harrowing two year journey in which Martha underwent multiple surgeries, including a double mastectomy and reconstructive breast surgery.
I m going to beat this, she constantly reassured her daughter Julianne, who insisted on hearing every detail of what was happening, what might happen and what were the chances of her mother s survival.
Don t treat me like a child, she would plead, as she