today I have the pleasure to host the latest Liza O’Connor’s story, Ancient Love.
From the Author:
Generally speaking, hostels are not just for teens anymore. However, their prices vary, and what they offer may be different than what you read on the internet. For example, there are many older adults who have complained on the internet that while the booking agent said there was no age limit, when they arrived, they were only allowed to stay one night and then they had to move on, for they were taking rooms the young people needed.
In this novel, Alice rented space in a hostel for the entire summer since she had enrolled in an art school. Living in a bunk room with thirteen other young, talkative, and all round noisy girls only cost her 8£ a day.
However, when she came in from her dinner date wearing a gown that looked to cost thousands, the owner of the hostel declared Alice should be ashamed of herself for taking a bed from a young person, when she could clearly afford to pay for a hotel room.
Alice has no idea that a deadly danger follows her through every life she lives. All she knows is for the first time in this life, she is happy and with purpose in a quaint museum located in an ancient castle. Only Rainier, a ghost from the past, knows the complete truth, and a curse prevents him from warning her of the dangers that will end her life, as it has ended all her lives before. But this time, a man of his bloodline has entered the battle, so Rainier is not alone in his fight to keep Alice alive and well from the demon of their past.
An intriguing tale that pits everlasting love against a deadly curse that has followed the heroine through all her lives. A ghost from her past and a good man in her current life risk everything to keep her alive.
Suddenly the door opened and a young woman leaned in. “In the morning, Miss Tibbs would like to see you before you leave for the day.” Without waiting for a reply, the young woman left and shut the door.
Who was Miss Tibbs? Alice wondered.
At four a.m. in the morning, Alice learned all about the woman, as she was roused from her sleep. Miss Tibbs was the manager of the hostel and upon offering Alice a cup of tea and biscuits, she asked Alice her age.
Alice considered lying, but she could tell the woman would ask for proof if she doubted her answer. “I’m thirty-eight.”
Miss Tibbs frowned. “Well, that is a bit of a shocker. When you came in dressed up last night, I realized you were a bit over the age cutoff, but I had not thought that much. My dear, you must be aware that Youth Hostels are for youths. I am forced to tell young people I’ve no more room, every night. When a grown woman, able to afford the dress you wore last night, takes up a bed that should have gone to one of these young people—well, it’s most outrageous. You should be ashamed of yourself!”
“The dress was loaned to me. I am far poorer than most of these kids. But I do apologize for misleading you.”
Miss Tibbs sighed. “Well, I am sorry as well. But this is not a welfare home. This is a youth hostel. If you need shelter, perhaps you should apply for government support.”
“I’m not a citizen.”
“Then perhaps you should go home,” she kindly suggested. “But whatever you decide, you must vacate your room today. I see you have paid up through the summer. I could have you arrested for fraud, you know,” the woman warned.
After a long period of silence, Alice realized Miss Tibbs was waiting for her to say something.
“You are very kind Miss Tibbs,” she finally declared, hoping that would appease the woman.
“It isn’t easy keeping this place up. The plumbing is old. It costs a lot of money,” Miss Tibbs added and waited again.
Alice stared at her. What did she want her to say?
Finally, Miss Tibbs sighed with clear exasperation. “What you have done is very grievous indeed. Shameful! If it were me I would want to make amends any way I could.”
“Well, if I were paid up for the summer, I might offer the hostel to keep the funds to help cover their expenses. That would be a fine gesture, I think.”
“I can’t afford the gesture, Miss Tibbs. I need that money to find somewhere else to live.”
“If I have you arrested, as I should, then your fines and court fees will exceed the amount in question. It seems to me that serves neither of us.”
“You are very right.” Alice sighed. “Please keep the money as my apology for misleading you about my age.”
“That is very generous of you. Alice. I hope you have learned something today—both about honesty and charity.”
“Yes, I most certainly have,” Alice replied, adding to that list: extortion and blackmail.
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Liza O’Connor lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels.
(There’s over 30 now)