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About The Book:
Author: Claire
Theriot Mestepey
Pub. Date: February 3, 2022
Publisher: Claire Theriot Mestepey
Formats: Hardcover, Paperback, eBook
Pages: 488
Find it: Goodreads, https://books2read.com/PILLARS
Read for FREE with a Kindle Unlimited membership!
Madeline Jourdain is starting a new
life in New Orleans, Louisiana. Despite being paralyzed from the waist down,
she has always been popular and smart, recently graduating from college. She
has been blessed with adoring parents and friends who saw Madeline’s true self,
beyond her disability. But deep down, Madeline longed for something she never
knew she missed. With a touch of a welcoming hand, Madeline’s heart opens to
find true love. With an opening of a book, Madeline discovers the magic lying
dormant in her, as magic is reintroduced throughout the world. This fills
Madeline’s heart with more possibilities but also more danger than she could ever
have imagined. With help from witches, storm giants, and a Pixie named Charlie,
Madeline learns about true love, magic, and even dragons.
Excerpt:
Chapter 1
Madeline Jourdain has recently moved from her hometown,
Houston, Texas, to New Orleans, Louisiana, for a paid Internship at a new
art gallery. Not in her wildest dreams could she have imagined starting
such a fantastic position at the young age of 22, a week after graduating with
a liberal arts degree.
The last few weeks are a blur. Madeline, of course, received
a standing ovation at graduation. She felt beet red, humiliated. In a
wheelchair, you receive applauds for the dumbest stuff. The only way she
got through it was to lock eyes with Jane Summers, who was sitting behind
her parents, as instructed. This gave Madeline the courage to smile at
the well-meaning but patronizing crowd. Her parents received her beaming
smile as a sign of excitement. No one ever suspected that the reason she looked
so giggly was that Jane was standing up behind her parents, rolling her
eyes, doing a mock golf clap. No one on earth will ever understand
Madeline Jourdain better as she winked at Jane, and their eyes kissed.
Madeline Jourdain knew she should be more gracious about
these things. It had been a long road getting here from being an
abandoned baby found in the back parking lot in a church in a tiny town
in Louisiana. The small parish priest, Peter’s oldest and dearest friend,
asked if he and his wife would foster this abandoned baby. That was that.
Her adopted father, Peter, although she never thought of him that way,
says she was their serendipitous angel. And even if she was born on the other
side of the world, they would have found their daughter. Madeline has
never considered searching for her birth parents. Not even for a second,
Linda Vu Jourdain, adopted mother sent from heaven, was her mama.
Linda was a very loving but stern mother. Yet, she had a dry
wit that could send Madeline into hysterical laughter. She was fiercely
protective, never allowing Madeline to be treated differently, even though
her daughter was in a wheelchair. And to Peter’s dismay, Linda and
Madeline bonded over food and shopping, as often as schedules would
allow. These Mother and daughter dates fizzled out during the high school
years. Still, they made a strong comeback during Madeline’s college
career.
Bed, Bath, and Beyond, kind of their jam. Linda has taken her
on a shopping spree for the last four years before moving Madeline into
her dorms. The move to New Orleans should have felt routine, but somehow
this felt bigger, not just because college was downtown and her Internship was
in a different state. Something was pulling Madeline East.
Luckily the Internship came with a furnished apartment.
Caravanning two cars from Houston to New Orleans was a simple move.
Mostly clothes, kitchen stuff, and art supplies. And no one ever knew
that Madeline played sad songs for the entire drive down I-10, sobbing.
Knowing that this moved ended a chapter that did not have a happily ever
after.
The apartment was a smudge bigger than her dorm room but felt
like a palace to Madeline. It had three rooms counting the kitchen and
the bathroom/closet combo. The main area was about 700 square feet, cute
rugs defined the kitchen and living area. A futon faced a tiny tv that looked
15 years old. Linda made Madeline promise to make her bed every night,
including fresh linen. Peter smirked, knowing this was unlikely, but a
mother could dream. The broken brick walls made the tiny, very ordinary
efficiency apartment feel magical. The front door opened into a small
courtyard.
For a second, Madeline dreaded trying to get into the
bathroom in her wheelchair, even though her employer guaranteed
everything she needed would be accessible. Because it did help on at least
a spiritual level, Madeline held her breath as she rolled into the small
but oddly large bathroom. Somehow her wheels did not even come close to
touching the doorframe.
Peter inspected every inch of the apartment, frowning at the
number of deadbolts on the door, knowing his daughter would lose interest
after one or two clicks. He immediately researched getting an alarm.
Madeline smiled and nodded, knowing this was one battle she should not even
express an opinion on.
Madeline twirled in her new apartment, giggling like she was
drunk the second Peter and Linda left. Of course, her folks wanted to
stay longer, to help her really settle in. She somehow convinced them to
return in a month when they all could enjoy the city. Madeline said she had to
get to work immediately, and on their next visit, her mom could take her
shopping for bathroom stuff. This seemed to appeased mom, a little more
than it should have.
To ease the guilt of sending her parents home early, Madeline
would go into the gallery in the morning for a few hours just to soak in
the vibe. Then she sort of had a week off, and Jane and Steven were
coming up for a few days the minute Peter and Linda headed back to Houston.
Madeline was just glad she was not stuck in a 6-hour car ride with
neither the departing nor the arriving visitors. Even though they were
her four most favorite people in the universe, they were most enjoyable when
separated.
Madeline Claire Jourdain is 22 years old. Her birthday is
celebrated on October 22nd. The priest found her when she was
a few days old, and since she was four, Madeline has persuaded her dad, Peter,
into celebrating her birth week, in case they were off by a few
days.
Peter and Linda headed to Louisiana the day after Father
Michael called to pick up their baby girl. It was truly textbook, love at
first sight. Father Michael had warned that the baby looked to have
special needs. And for the past 24 hours, that is all the couple could
talk about. Could they love and support a child with a disability? Would
that be all that they saw when they looked at the baby?
The second that Father Michael put baby Madeline in Linda’s
arms, their world changed. Linda could not stop smiling, and Peter kissed
her tiny fingers a hundred times. And that was that.
For the next 5 years, Peter, Linda, and Madeline visited 20
doctors and specialists in four countries. They also visited different
historic churches and supposedly sacred places where miracles had taken
place. Somewhere in a dusty album, there is a picture of young Madeline
in a wheelchair at the Marian shrine of Our Lady of Lourdes in France. In
front of a row of crutches, the cured had left. This was the only family
picture ever taken that made Madeline extremely sad.
Doctors spoke in different accents and speeds. Some expressed
empathy, too many were blunt and dismissive. One even suggested Madeline
was just extremely lazy and stubborn. Well, ok, he was half
right…
Overall, the consensus was the same; besides being paralyzed
from the waist down, Madeline was one of the healthiest kids they had
ever seen. But even with the hundreds of scans, MRI’s, blood tests, and x rays
from a million different positions, no one could explain why she could not
walk.
On Madeline’s 7th birthday, she received the best
gift ever. Her parents promised her that aside from wellness checkups,
they were done. She was their perfect miracle, as is, no questions asked. And
for a very long time, this fairy tale kept away her demons late at night.
*
There was a knock on the door early the next morning;
luckily, Madeline had been awake for hours. She did not sleep well on her
first night in her new apartment in her new city. Her lack of rem sleep was
a mixture of nervousness, really weird dreams, and maybe she missed her
mom, oh the horrors!
“Hey Madeline,” The light knocked at the door came with a
familiar voice. “It’s Danny Boudreaux, from NL Foundation.” She rushed to
the door, cursing the 4 locked deadbolts that her father stood outside,
impatiently waiting to hear the clicks before they headed back to Houston the
night before.
“Finally, we meet in person.” Madeline opened the door and
was pleasantly surprised. She had been talking to Danny almost every day
for the last few months. He oversaw the foundation that hired her to open
the new art gallery. He was instrumental in finding her apartment and mentioned
he looked forward to having a new neighbor. She knew he was also part
owner in a hole-in-the-wall restaurant across the street from her new
home. He, however, neglected to mention how gorgeous he was. Looking
back, this may have been a very good thing.
“Umm, you knew I was in a wheelchair, right?” Madeline
suddenly felt self-conscious. Why was this man staring at her? Like
almost stalker-like? At least most of her boxes were still packed. Steven and
Jane could help her make a quick exit back to Houston if
needed.
“No,” Danny started backtracking, which restored the cuteness
and safety factor.
Madeline grinned again. He was leaning against the tiny bar
that separated the kitchen from the living area. Although she didn’t
focus on his voice during the hundreds of phone calls over the last
month, Madeline quickly found a new appreciation for it. His voice was
deep but friendly. Which kind of matched his three-piece suit. She really
didn’t know what to expect.
It made sense that he was wearing a suit since Danny was an attorney
and board member of the NL Foundation that hired her. He just sounded
less business-like on the phone. He stood about 5’11. It was a strange
knack that Madeline had; she was very accurate in telling people’s height.
Probably because she had always felt short in her wheelchair.
Danny Boudreaux had salt and peppered hair, a little
premature for his age, maybe late twenties, but it fit him. His eyes were
hazel, and his skin more olive than white. He probably went to the gym as
an obligation, not as a fun outing. He was just very attractive
physically, and his warm personality added to his charm.
“No. Yes… What I meant was,” Danny grinned from
embarrassment. “Did I mention I’m an eloquent speaker in court? I
apologize; yes, I knew you were in a wheelchair. You are not what I envisioned
during our conversations, you’re stunning. I’m sorry. I don’t know why I
blurted that out.”
“Coffee?” Madeline offered, breaking the awkward silence,
feeling herself blush. Luckily the coffee maker was the only thing
unpacked and ready for duty.
“Coffee.” And except for one more very unexpected moment
later that week, they immediately talked like they knew each other all
their lives. There was something about him that felt like home.
Danny finished his 2nd cup of coffee, apologizing
for the 4th time that he had to be in court most of the day,
ruining his “Welcome to New Orleans tour extravaganza.” But he did offer to be
Madeline’s personal tour guide that weekend. Madeline debated sharing him
with Jane but figured she owed her after what Jane is currently doing and
figured it might make her less grumpy. Danny seemed pleased that there
would be a group and promised a good time would be had by all. Madeline was
less certain, but stranger things have happened.
On a piece of paper, Danny jotted down directions to the art
gallery, which was only three blocks away, and the alarm code. And handed
her a set of keys. They laughed as they felt a spark. Madeline usually
hated static electricity sparks…
She tried to hide how pleased she was as she closed the
apartment door behind her. The two left the quaint courtyard together but
parted ways at the main street. Danny now rushing, not realizing where
the morning had gone.
Madeline didn’t remember anything about her swift roll from
her apartment to the gallery, but she will always remember every detail
of the new art space. The building itself was an old house, outside kept
to the original structure as much as possible. Three sides of the house
untouched except for replacement bricks. The fourth updated to look more
like a modern business. The front had two huge windows on each side,
double doors in the middle, made from cypress wood, with colored broken mosaic
stain glass as panels. Three steps led up to the door, and a side ramp
lined with flowers led to the same entrance.
Madeline didn’t think she had been in front of the store that
long, but when the 4th stranger walking by asked if she needed
help, Madeline forced herself to go in. The lock felt a little stuck, but as
Madeline turned the key, both doors swung open, as if a light breeze
pushed them.
Besides the somewhat accessible path, this looked like a
scene from extreme hoarders. The peaks of the stacks of treasures, trash,
and junk towered over Madeline’s head, And for the first time, she
wondered if she should have asked for hazardous pay. She looked around
and started playing eye spy. Just off the top of her head, she spotted
two bikes, four TVs, stoves, broken furniture, books, paintings, some in
one piece, others not so much, clothes, jewelry, and boxes and boxes of
general crap.
“Hey Danny,” Madeline left a message, knowing he was doing
lawyerly things, trying to sound firm. “The outside looks spectacular,
but unless our first exhibit is ‘1960s junkyard’, I really don’t see a finish
line within our three-month target date. Please call me asap. Hope you’re
having a good day.” She smiled at the phone as if he could see her.
“Hope you’re having a good day?” Madeline mumbled to herself,
what the hell? That kind of nulls and voids the urgency of the message,
dummy.
Madeline felt completely turned around, somewhere towards the
back, mentally sifting through another mountain of stuff when she heard
an alarm beep announcing that someone had come in.
“Hello,” She began her introduction speech she had been
rehearsing in her head for a week. “ Welcome to the Phyllis L Art
Gallery. Please excuse the mess…” her voice trailed off.
“Hi.” He said softly as if asking for permission. He was an
athletic-looking guy in khaki shorts and a purple polo shirt, in his
mid-twenties. Too pretty and cocky for boyfriend material, unless you were
into that. Madeline certainly wasn’t, anymore.
“Hi,” Madeline whispered, with sadness in her voice; her
heart was a different matter. He bent to his knees to kiss her. Madeline
tried to resist but giggled as she gave in. “Jane is going to kill me, but I
did find her a new distraction,” Steven laughed and kissed her forehead
as he stood up, now looking at the space in disbelief.
“Muffaletta. Let the food fetish weekend begin.” Jane
suddenly appeared, as if magically. Madeline didn’t hear the door open.
Steven jumped away from Madeline as if he was a 5-year-old who got caught
putting gum in the hair of the girl he loves. “Oh damnit, Madds. You
promised.”
“He was just saying hello.” Madeline was trying not to grin
because Jane seemed genuinely irritated, and Madeline really wanted a
Muffaletta. “I promised that he wouldn’t get to third base. Besides, what
is the proper way to greet your ex-boyfriend?”
“I’m pretty sure Emily Post would strongly suggest… No.
Tongue.” Jane was hiding her smirk behind the big bag of food she was
laying out over a picnic tablecloth on the floor in one of the clearings.
“Do I get a vote…” Steven asked, knowing what the answer
was.
“Nope.” The girls sang in sync. Madeline laughed until Jane
joined in. Finally greeting her best friend with a kiss on the
cheek.
Jane was Madeline’s most favorite person on earth. They met
freshman year on the first day of orientation and have not gone 48 hours
without talking since. They met Steven on the 2nd day of
orientation, so of course, they still tease after 5 years that Steven was the
third wheel. And to some extent, it was true.
Jane Summers was a gorgeous girl. A little too gorgeous for
Madeline’s taste, but we all have our own cross to bear. To Jane’s
absolute disgust, Madeline frequently referred to her as a Greek goddess.
With perfect cream skin, green eyes, graceful, and long spirally red
hair, how else would anyone describe her besides the Greek goddess? To
add insult to injury, she was very smart. A month ago, Jane finished
culinary school after getting her B.A. in three years. They really should not
be friends at all.
“Can we just have a really fun weekend?” Madeline asked,
raising a can of soda. Trying to shake the feeling that this would be the
last weekend the threesome could be together, pretending they were
sophomores when things were still pure.
“Cheers.” Jane winked at Madeline and leaned into Steven’s
arm.
“Cheers,” Steven added. “Hey, Madds said she found you a
shining new plaything.” “Ooh, do tell.” Jane smiled. “Is he cute?”
“Oh my god, I’d definitely tap that,” Madeline
admitted.
“Hey!?!?” Steven screamed, almost choking on his
sandwich.
“He is gorgeous.” Madeline continued, ignoring Steven’s
outburst. “And he owns a restaurant. You may flirt with him, but no hokey
pokey until I’m hired permanently, then you have my blessings.”
“Hey!?!?” Steven screamed again, this time louder and with
more feelings. Madeline and Jane burst into uncontrollable laughter.
The quick lunch lasted far into the night. They did discuss
Danny a little more, but it was just nice to have a long, flowing
conversation like they used to, before things got complicated, before words
broke hearts. They talked about almost everything from Steven starting
his Master’s Program in the fall in Atlanta to Jane’s plans now that she
just finished culinary school. They mostly enjoyed watching Madeline
trying to roll around the gallery, pointing out her ideas for projects she could
not wait to start.
The next morning, Danny appeared at Madeline’s door with
coffee and fresh beignets.
“Hey, you must be Danny. “ Jane opened the door and invited
him in. “Have you met Steven? Madeline’s boyfriend?” She giggled, her
signal to Madeline that Danny would do just fine.
“I’m so getting to third base; your bodyguard just approved,”
Steven whispered in Madeline’s ear before getting up from a sleeping bag
to shake Danny’s hand. Madeline felt embarrassed, but she wasn’t sure
about whom or why.
And so began a wonderful weekend. A little warm for late
June, but the low clouds tamed the sun to a pleasant temperature. It was
interesting to Madeline that even though her dad was born in a small town
west of New Orleans, they rarely visited this amazing city. Everything Danny
introduced them to was fresh and wonderful.
Of course, the three were obsessed with the food equally as
the next meal seemed better than the last fabulous one. For lunch, they
ate at Oceana. Danny called it a local favorite; no one argued. Everyone
ordered a different entrée and shared bites. The winner with an overwhelming
clean plate was the blackened duck stuffed with crawfish.
After the amazing lunch, the foursome wandered around the
French Quarter, just enjoying the relaxing day. Steven loved the
architecture, Jane stopped to read every menu, and Madeline had to stare
into the window of every gallery, making mental notes of what she
needed.
But indisputably, the favorite outing Saturday was
Preservation Hall. In all the churches in the world that Madeline had
visited, she had never felt a stronger presence of a higher being than
here.
Preservation Hall was a small space. Maybe held 150 people,
most of them sitting on the floor. Danny had gotten them a VIP table, but
Madeline would have been just as happy on the floor. The hall featured
local old school jazz bands. The youngest musician in the band they saw was 75
years young.
Maybe it was the candles or the old brick building that
looked like it had survived hundreds of fads and was still standing,
almost as is after decades of change. Opened in 1961, the music venue
features acoustic concerts featuring over 100 local master jazz
musicians.
Madeline was surprised as tears ran down her cheek when the
crowd was brought to their feet as the band played “When The Saints Go
Marching In.” She looked around her, finding unexpected comfort that the
other three had tears too.
Madeline promised herself that she would return to
Preservation Hall as much as she could. A tiny part of her worried it
would get old. But in all the years she would live in the city, she went at
least once a month, Usually for their Sunday brunch. And never once did
it feel old.
After this spiritual event, the four agreed the only way to
end the night was drinking and dancing, celebrating the true essence of
the French Quarters. And that they did.
“Oh, damn,” Danny mumbled as the four stepped out of the
third bar of the night. “I didn’t see this text. My grandfather is
short-staffed tonight. I should go help close up. Will y’all join me for brunch
there tomorrow? I saved the best for last.”
“That sounds fantastic.” Madeline nodded as Steven shook his
hand, thanking him for the day.
“Can I tag along?” Jane offered, dying to see the restaurant
Danny had been telling her about. Madeline giggled, wondering what Jane
was more excited about, getting her hands on a kitchen or Danny. The
group said their goodbyes, and Jane and Danny disappeared into the crowd on
Bourbon Street.
“We should go get coffee and Beignets,” Steven suggested.
Madeline suddenly felt nervous. They once bonded over coffee. They
decided they were best friends over coffee. Steven confessed he was madly
in love with her over coffee. And two years later, Steven confessed
something else, again over coffee.
“Stupid coffee,” Madeline muttered under her breath as they
were seated at Café Du Monde. She had been here a few times on family
trips, but the night had a different feel to the airy restaurant, tables,
and people packed in like sardines, even after midnight.
They ordered six Beignets, square-looking doughnuts that
tasted better than any pastry should.
“So.” Steven started. Madeline bribed herself. If she could
get through this conversation without either bursting into tears or
stabbing him, preferably in the penis. Then, she could buy an insanely
expensive brush Monday.
“So…” Madeline’s devilish grin hid the tears she felt
swelling.
“Excuse me,” Their moment was interrupted by two ladies. “We
hate to bother you, but we’d be so honored if you could say a blessing;
my mother just got into a car accident. And she would be in awe if she
was blessed by a direct descendant.”
“I’m…” Madeline didn’t see this conversation. “I’m sorry, I’m
from Houston, but I certainly will keep her in my prayers.” The words
just came out. Madeline didn’t want to sound mean, but this was bizarre.
“We are so sorry; please accept our apologies. Have a good
evening.” The other lady said, now kind of bowing. They both insisted on
shaking Madeline’s hand. This was beyond weird as the last one cuffed her
hand for what felt like an eternity. The two backed away and disappeared into
the crowd.
“Ok, they did drink too many Hurricanes.” Madeline tried to
laugh it off, feeling very uneasy. Now very annoyed that Steven seemed
glued to a card that one of the ladies must have left on the table.
“Steven!” Madeline hissed. Holding the card up so she could see it, he looked
directly at her with a very strange expression.
It was a laminated card, 2x3. On the front, one of those
old-timey portraits, the back, a paragraph. It looked like a Saint’s card
from the Catholic Church.
“You have her cheeks.” He continued to study the picture.
“And her eyes. Look, Madeline.”
“And we are extremely drunk.” Madeline flat out lied.
Madeline had maybe a total of half a drink the entire day. Between her
new co-worker and her ex-boyfriend, she wanted to keep a clear head.
Steven did have a drink or two but wasn’t even tipsy. Madeline took the
card from Steven, ignoring the picture and the shiver that ran up her
spine the second she touched the paper.
“Listen to this crap.” Madeline read the back of the card. “I
seek protection and sound my alarm, my body, mind, and spirit be safe
from harm. My aura a shield to help me stay strong. I block negativity
and all that is wrong. Blah blah blah. WHAT!?!?”
“That paragraph is written in French.” Steven leaning towards
Madeline, angrily whispered. “You do not speak French! You speak English,
Vietnamese, and a little bit of Spanish. NOT French! How the hell are you
reading this?”
“This is NOT in French.” Madeline tried not to raise her
voice. How in the world was this turning into a fight? Madeline wondered
as she felt her blood boiling. Worse playful fight and excuse for makeup
sex ever!
“Come on.” Steven said forcefully, “I texted Jane. She’s going to meet us back at the apartment.” He got up and left, hoping Madeline would follow. He knew her. She would have stubbornly sat at that table at Café Du Monde until she could prove she was right, or at least less wrong than Steven. Madeline followed against her better judgment. At least Jane would bitch Steven out for the strange game he was playing, And Madeline would win. And everything would be fine.
About Claire Theriot Mestepey:
Whimsy Word Search Game Ups the Fun Level of Word Searches
Whimsy Word Search has launched a new style of game that
triples the fun with its genius mix of color and word search.
Claire Theriot Mestepey’s love affair with word games and
word searches has been going on for as long as she can remember. Then about a
few years ago, Claire had a novel idea to create a book that combined both
coloring and word searches in one game. She immediately got to work to ensure
this idea came into fruition. After a lot of trials and mostly errors, Whimsy
Word Search was born.
Whimsy Word Search debuted with two never-seen-before puzzle
styles: normal and pictogram. The normal Whimsy Word Search is a prettier and
more colorful take on the regular word search, but the difference is that it
allows one to color each letter in the words they find.
As for the pictogram style, Claire has her husband to thank
for the idea. “My husband suggested there might be a way to make these puzzles
even more challenging. Why use simple letters when you can challenge your
puzzle lovers with pictograms? So have each pictogram represent a letter and
then find the connecting pictograms that form the words. Hence Whimsy Word
Search, Pictogram Style was created.”
As the owner and creator of the Whimsy Word Search, Claire is
in charge of the entire process. “I do everything from coming up with the ideas
for different books to creating the pages to publishing the books.” It is
particularly noteworthy that Claire does all this even with a severe physical
disability. “What gives my story of a strong woman trying to build a business
while raising a happy family a twist, is that I have cerebral palsy.”
Nonetheless, Claire shows no sign of stopping anytime soon.
“Recently we have added American Sign Language too. My latest book is
Shakespearean Insults, which features letters from guttersnipe to roundtable
wench! These words and insults work in a pinch! It’s probably my favorite book
word search that I have created to date.”
Claire also added a new feather to her cap when she and her
work were featured in the Texas County Reporter. An experience she is most
thankful for.
Claire also finished her first full-length novel recently, Pillars, which is about a heroine in wheelchair who uses her magic powers to combat evil. The novel is set to be part of a trilogy that chronicles the epic battles between good and evil. Claire is currently writing the second novel, while a detailed outline of the third novel is already penned down.
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