Multi-genre, multi-named, Larion Wills aka Larriane Wills writes from the past into the future. With strong characters, no matter the setting, she drags you into intricate plots in genres you didn’t think you liked before with a fast moving style that keeps you reading. Visit her at her website to keep abreast of previously published and those coming.
Read her fascinating post below about stories in her family.
Family stories, as told by Larion aka Larriane Wills
I had a great uncle who could not only recite numbers of all the Civil Wars battles but enthrall me with some funny, interesting, and scary stories of his own. Add those to stories told to me by his sister, my grandmother, and I was hooked.
I think one of my favorites out of all of them was great, great, great—I think that’s enough greats—grandpa. When he was born back in the Civil War period, his mother fell down a flight of stairs, causing his birth to be premature. The doctor set him aside to attend to his mother, saying, “This one will never make it.” A cousin to his mother was there and asked if she could have him. Obviously, since he was my great, great, he survived. By all odds, he should, as the doctor said, have never made it. His mother didn’t. Cousin Selina kept him in a shoe box on top of a hot water bottle. I saw one of his baby dresses, not even eight inches long. Considering they made baby dresses about two feet long then, you can imagine how small he was.
I wish now I had gotten more stories and had written down those I’d been told. All those elders are gone now and the stories with them. Whenever I read a historical, or any novel for that matter, I always wonder how many authors incorporate a little bit of family history or personal experience in the stories they write. In Mourning Meadows, I didn’t any family history. I did include a scene of a wild ride my husband and I took down a mountainside when our brakes went out. As Edward says in the book, “What a rush.”
Discovering ‘family’ stories in Mourning Meadow put Kari into shock, Caroleigh also. Neither of them enjoyed them the way I did those from my elders. Poor Steven and Edward got caught up in the fall out.
What her Sweet, Discreet Mourning Meadow contemporary romantic suspense is about:
Knowing he’d have to dodge Caroleigh’s advances, Steven still jumped at the chance to see the Mansion. From the first moment he saw the sister, Kari, she fascinated him. With too many coincidences, he knew something was off before the first attempt at murder. Was Kari the target or perpetrator?