“There are no secrets that time does not reveal.”
Savannah, Georgia – 1858
Celia Browning dreams of the day when her childhood sweetheart Sutton Mackay comes home to Savannah after two years in Jamaica managing his family's shipping interests. Sutton has all but proposed, and their marriage will unite two of the city's most prominent families. But just as Sutton returns, a newspaper reporter arrives in town, determined to pry into twin tragedies that took place at the Browning mansion on Madison Square when Celia was a child.
While the journalist pursues his story, someone is trying to frighten Celia. When she receives a series of anonymous notes, and a bracelet imbued with a chilling message, Celia realizes that her family’s past has the power to destroy her future.
As the clouds of war gather over Savannah, and her beloved father’s health worsens, Celia determines to uncover the truth about what really happened all those years ago.
Inspired by actual events in one of Savannah’s most prominent 19th-century families, The Bracelet is the story of a young southern woman whose dreams fracture under the weight of her family’s tragic past.
"Historical romance with a sprinkle of secrets for readers to solve, Dorothy Love's latest puts a new spin on an old idea." —Romantic Times, 4-star review
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A native of west Tennessee, Dorothy Love makes her home in the Texas hill country with her husband and their golden retriever. An award-winning author of numerous young adult novels, Dorothy made her adult debut with the Hickory Ridge novels. Facebook: dorothylovebooks Twitter: @WriterDorothy
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By Dorothy Love
Thomas NelsonCopyright © 2014 Dorothy Love
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Savannah, Georgia, September 15, 1858
At the sound of male voices in the entry hall below, Celia Browning left her window overlooking the garden and the redbrick carriage house. She set aside her book and opened her bedroom door just wide enough to afford a view of the door to her father's study down below. The house was quiet, the entry hall now empty. Dust motes swirled like snowflakes in the late afternoon sunshine, pouring through the fanlight above the front door and reflecting in the ornate gilt mirror on the wall. She cocked an ear to listen, but the conversation taking place behind the massive mahogany doors was lost in the vast space.
"Oh, fiddlesticks!" Frowning, she leaned against the polished mahogany banister and wondered what she was missing.
Papa often included her in discussions of the shipping company that had made him the fourth richest man in Savannah, behind Mr. Low, Mr. Green, and their neighbor on the square, Mr. Sorrel. She relished the lively discussions regarding Browning Shipping Company's fleet of snows and schooners that transported cargo to ports around the world. She liked keeping up with the prices of timber, cotton, and turpentine and the news of markets that might soon admit ships from Savannah. Most of all she loved that her father treated her as an equal, allowing her the occasional visit to his counting house on Commerce Row, overlooking the river.
Celia jumped at the sound of Ivy's voice. Ivy grinned, one brow raised.
"I'm not eavesdropping. Even if I wanted to, I can't hear a thing."
Ivy eyed Celia's bare toes peeking from beneath the pink bell of her skirt. "You'd better not let Mrs. Maguire catch you running about without your shoes."
Celia waved one hand. "She won't care. She secretly likes looking after us."
"She likes looking after you and Uncle David. I'm only the poor relation who causes more trouble than she's worth."
Celia studied her tall, sharp-faced cousin. Ivy had come to live with the Brownings when Celia was eight and Ivy ten. After fifteen years it was hard to remember a time when Ivy had not occupied the bedroom across the hall from Celia's in the terra-cotta-colored mansion on Madison Square. Papa had done everything possible to make Ivy feel welcome, but lately Ivy's usual determined cheerfulness had been replaced by periods of dark abstraction that lacked an apparent cause. It seemed she looked for opportunities to remind the Brownings that she didn't really belong to them. Or to Savannah, a city Celia and her father loved almost as much as they loved each other.
"What's the matter?" Celia placed a hand on her cousin's arm. "It isn't like you to feel sorry for yourself."
"Oh, don't mind me." Ivy lifted one shoulder in a tiny shrug. "I'm out of sorts today. I don't feel sorry for myself, and I don't want anyone else to, either." She tucked the book she'd been reading beneath her arm. "I've been an orphan for so long that I actually find it quite liberating."
"You're certainly in an odd mood today."
A burst of laughter escaped from below. Celia peeked down and saw that the door to Papa's study had opened. Now he stood in the foyer with his clerk. Elliott Shaw was a slight, thin-shouldered man of uncertain years whose generous mouth and thick eyelashes gave an almost feminine cast to his pale features. Celia had met him a few times at Papa's office. Mr. Shaw was always courtly, if a bit shy, but his movements, so awkward and constrained, made her feel ill at ease. Still, nobody knew accountancy and maritime law better than he.
Mr. Shaw retrieved his hat and took his leave. Papa returned to his study. Celia padded silently along the upper hallway, passing portraits of generations of Brownings and Butlers, and ran lightly down the carpeted stairs, one hand trailing along the polished banister that gave off the pleasant scent of lemons and beeswax.
"Papa? Do you have a moment?"
He looked up from the stack of papers on his desk, a smile creasing his handsome face. "Always have time for you, darling. Give me a moment to finish signing these."
Celia plopped into her chair and tucked her bare feet under her. A sultry breeze stirred the curtains at the open windows and carried with it the sounds of horses' hooves plodding along the unpaved street, the voices of children playing in the tree-shaded square. The rustle of Papa's papers mingled with the faint ticking of the clock on the mantel above the fireplace. Celia watched a woman and a small boy hurrying along the street, the child clinging like a barnacle to her voluminous skirts. A flock of sparrows rose and fell along the rooftops.
Celia released a contented sigh. She loved every room of this house—the drawing room where she entertained her friends, the spacious dining room with its massive mahogany table and a marble-topped sideboard that held the family silver. The library, bursting with books and filled with warm Georgia sunlight that poured through the tall windows facing the street. But Papa's study was her favorite. Dark-green walls were adorned with paintings depicting ships at sea. Books on maritime law sat side by side with novels by Mr. Thackeray, Mr. Scott, and Mr. Dickens. A glass-fronted secretary held her father's cherished mementoes: medals for his service to the army, a framed drawing of Celia's that had won a prize at school, a pair of silver-handled antique dueling pistols purchased on a trip to France, and a miniature portrait of her mother, painted shortly before she was lost in the Pulaski steamship disaster.
Papa set down his pen and pushed his papers aside. "Now then, Celia. What's on your mind? I hope you aren't cross at having missed my talk with Mr. Shaw just now."
"Well, I am disappointed. But I can never stay cross with you, Papa."
He smiled. "You didn't miss a thing. Shaw only wanted to bring by these papers before he leaves for Cassville to spend a few days with his sister. She hasn't been well these past months. We discussed nothing of consequence." Papa removed his gold-rimmed spectacles and folded them carefully. "How is your work for the asylum coming along?"
"Very well. Mother's friends are happy I've decided to finish the work she started all those years ago. I only wish I could have taken up the cause much sooner."
"Your schooling had to come first."
Papa had paid two hundred dollars a year for her and Ivy to attend the female academy in Atlanta. They had spent six years learning French and astronomy, science and mathematics, needlework and music. Celia loved science especially, but marriage, motherhood, and charity work were the only permitted aspirations for a woman of her station. In the five years since graduation, she'd devoted herself to various causes, including improving the lives of the girls at the Savannah's Female Orphan Asylum.
"I wish Mother could know how much progress we've made with the girls. But there's still so much to be done, and all of it takes a good deal of money."
Papa nodded. "I saw Alexander Lawton at the club last week. He said Mrs. Lawton intends to make a generous contribution."
"I thought she might. She's working hard to gather more support for the indigents at the hospital too. She feels as I do, that improving the lives of the least fortunate will benefit all of Savannah." A thick dark curl escaped its pins, and Celia tucked it behind her ear. "I wish you could see how much progress Annie Wilcox has made. She has been at the asylum less than a year and already she reads as well as I do. And she's a genius at trimming hats. Mrs. Clayton thinks Annie might one day find a position at Miss Garrett's."
Her father's brows rose in a silent question.
"Miss Garrett owns one of the finest millinery shops in Charleston. Wouldn't it be wonderful if Annie could work there and one day open a shop of her own?"
His expression grew tender. "Seeing those girls succeed is terribly important to you, isn't it?"
"Yes, and not only for the sake of Mother's memory. Most of the girls are working so hard to learn something that will allow them to live a respectable life. I can't help hoping they will succeed. But we need more books and perhaps one of those new sewing machines everybody is talking about for those who want to learn dressmaking. And a piano for Iris Welborn. She's a musical genius who plays much better than I do, even though she has never had a lesson in her life. If she learns to read music, she might one day earn a good living as a music teacher."
"Savannahians are generous people. I can't imagine that you won't raise enough for those things."
"Oh, I think we will. Several of the ladies have already pledged their support. But we need to expand the building too. Just last week three new girls arrived. That place is bursting at the seams."
Papa took off his spectacles and polished them on his sleeve. "A building expansion is quite an ambitious undertaking."
"I know it. But if men like you and Mr. Green and Mr. Low will help, I'm sure we can do it."
"Of course you can count on me, but you must remember most of Savannah is still recovering from last year's financial crisis." Papa raised an eyebrow as if to remind her of the importance of tact. "Many of our friends fared much worse than we did."
"I'll be circumspect, Papa. I'm planning a quiet reception later this fall where people can come to socialize and contribute to the fund anonymously. That way everyone can preserve appearances without feeling compelled to give more than they can really afford."
He glanced out the window. "I'm pleased things are going so well, but something tells me you didn't come here to give me a progress report on the Female Asylum."
She shifted in her chair and dug her bare toes into the thick carpet. "Alicia Thayer called here this morning with the most exciting news. I hope it's true."
"Ah. Is this about Sutton Mackay?"
"Then it is true! He's on his way home?"
"I haven't spoken to Burke Mackay about it yet, but I saw Mr. Stiles this morning, and he says Sutton left Kingston last week. I imagine young Mr. Mackay will turn up here any day now—just in time for the start of the social season."
"May we host an entertainment for him, Papa? Nothing too elaborate."
"The last time you said that, we wound up with fifty guests for Christmas dinner."
She laughed. "I will admit it. That one got a bit out of hand. But people still talk about how much they loved the food. And the Mysterious Fantasticals."
"And well they should. Do you have any idea what that dinner cost me?"
"Mrs. Stiles says one never should discuss the cost of hosting guests. Or of anything else for that matter."
"And she is right, of course. Forget I said anything." Papa rose and retrieved his pipe from its stand on the corner of his desk. He took his time filling it while he stared absently out the window at the leafy, parklike square.
"Were you and Mr. Stiles talking business this morning? Or politics? If the former, I am quite piqued at being left out."
He puffed on his pipe to get it going and sat down heavily behind his desk. "William prefers not to discuss business with women present."
"Too bad. He could learn a lot from us. We women know much more than most men think."
Papa smiled. "You didn't miss any news from Commerce Row. William is concerned about the next presidential election."
"He says there's some talk Mr. Lincoln from Illinois might run. Lincoln says he has no wish to meddle in our affairs despite his opposition to slavery. But William is certain his election would spell doom for the South."
Celia plumped the needlepoint pillow behind her back. "Last week at tea, Mrs. Quarterman said the Dred Scott decision should have settled the entire issue. She says the court has decided that a slave is the property of his owner no matter where he goes. But if we secede, I don't think the Northerners will care what the judges say."
Her father nodded, his expression thoughtful. "I'm proud that you're so well informed, Celia. But I regret that the ladies of Savannah find it necessary to spend so much time worrying about politics." He gestured with his pipe. "The election is nearly two years away. There's no sense worrying about it today."
"I agree. But Mrs. Quarterman said some of the Negroes are starting to talk politics in the streets, and not just in Currytown and Old Fort. She says they're becoming outspoken right here in our own neighborhoods too."
"There have been some noisy discussions in the streets of late. I do want you and Ivy to be careful when you leave the house. If you need to go farther than Reynolds Square, please have Joseph drive you." He set down his pipe. "Now, what type of entertainment are you contemplating for the esteemed Mr. Mackay?"
"I haven't had much time to consider it, but in the carriage on the way home this afternoon, I was thinking that a masked ball might be just the thing. Nobody has given one in quite some time, and I know Sutton would enjoy it. I'm sure people don't host masquerades in Jamaica."
"Perhaps not." Papa opened his leather appointment book. "I must make a trip to Charleston at the end of the month, but we could arrange something for early October. The weather should permit us to serve a buffet on the rear terrace."
"I suppose that's enough time for us to send the invitations and for our guests to assemble their costumes."
He ran his finger down the page. "Does Saturday the ninth of October suit you, my dear? Assuming of course that Sutton is home by then. Sea voyages can be unpredictable this time of year."
"Perfect. Thank you, Papa. Will you ask Sutton the moment he arrives home?"
"I shall inform him of your intent at the first opportunity. And I'll see his father at the club tomorrow. I'll mention it to him then." Papa took another draw on his pipe and sought her gaze. "I'm glad to see your happy anticipation, darling. I know how fond you are of Sutton. But I must caution you not to wear your heart on your sleeve."
She laughed. "I'm afraid it's entirely too late for that. Everybody in Savannah knows how Sutton and I feel about each other."
"A childhood friendship is not the same as marriage. People change with time."
"He hasn't been away that long."
"Two years is a long time in my book. You are not the same young woman you were when he left the city."
"I hope not. I hope I'm wiser now. Certainly I'm old enough to marry, and there is no one on earth I'd rather marry than Sutton Mackay."
"All the same, I don't want you to fix your affections too hastily, Celia. Take your time getting to know Sutton again, to be certain his habits and principles are still a good match for your own."
"Of course, Papa." But deep down she couldn't imagine any fault of Sutton's that would dampen her affection for him. He possessed all the qualities of an ideal suitor—good blood ties, a fine education, solid economic prospects, and impeccable manners. He was quick to laugh, slow to anger, quick to forgive. And he was the handsomest member of the Chatham Artillery, the most prestigious of all the city's volunteer companies. His letters from the Mackays' shipping port on Jamaica's Black River, though infrequent due to distance, were full of lively observations of local life and news of his thriving business, and they left little doubt about his intentions regarding their future. That suited Celia perfectly. She hated the whole tiresome notion that a girl must wait to be chosen. With any luck, her wait was almost at an end.
A carriage rolled past the window, the horses' hooves kicking up clouds of sand. A fire bell sounded in the distance. Papa knocked the ash from his pipe. "Now you must excuse me, my dear. I must attend to some correspondence before dinner."
"All right." Celia rose, her silk skirts rustling, and planted a kiss on the top of his head. "Don't work too late. Mrs. Maguire has made a beef roast for dinner and syllabub for dessert, and you know how she fusses if she has to wait to serve it."
She frowned. "You are worried, Papa. And not only about politics. What's troubling you?"
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As I read the prologue of The Bracelet, I was completely hooked by the ominous scene that unfolded. A family name shrouded in mystery and secrets shut tightly behind closed doors give this novel an intriguing premise. Were the tragic deaths that occurred years ago really accidents? Or was there something more sinister behind the misfortunes of one family? This novel had so much potential, but I felt myself lacking interest in picking up this book each time I went to read. Soon after finishing the prologue and diving into the story, I did not feel engaged with the plot or the characters. I have to admit that I skimmed a portion of The Bracelet because the pacing of the story was slow to gain momentum. Hints are revealed, but the progress of the story was stunted by the lack of revealing information that held any sense of urgency. My biggest issue was transitions between chapters. Several times a chapter would end at a place where tension was high (which I liked). But when continuing on to the next chapter, all anticipation was lost because it would not pick up where the last chapter left off. Rather, the following chapter would look back at that moment of tension in retrospect, which relieved all excitement to find out what happened next. Centered around a family with a tainted past, The Bracelet delves into a world of secrets and lies that threaten to shatter everyone involved with the tragedy. Although I did not connect with this story, I urge you to read it for yourself and come to your own conclusions. Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from the publisher through the BookLook Bloggers book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255 : “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”
1858 - Savannah, Georgia Celia Browning, age 23, lives in a lovely home with her wealthy father, David Browning, who owns Browning Shipping Company. Her mother was lost at sea many years ago. Her cousin, Ivy, age 25, came to Iive with them she she was orphaned at age 10. Their housekeeper, Mrs. Maguire, has cared for all of them for a long time and has been key in helping to raise the girls. Celia and Ivy spent six years at the female academy in Atlanta gaining an impressive education. Celia has matured into a very strong, poised, and intelligent young woman capable of planning large events and participating in charity work. One of her favorite charities is the Savannah Female Orphan Asylum that takes in young women with the intent to see that are taught skills that will enable them to be able to make more money and live a respectable life. She and Ivy work many hours helping the young women learn to read. Ivy does have any suitors and her rather prickly personality is somewhat of a deterrent to attracting men. For years, Celia has been in love with Sutton Mackay whose family owns a large shipping business in Savannah. He has just returned from two years in Jamaica helping with his family business. Now that he has returned, Celia is certain he will propose and they will live a happy life together. There are worries about war as the north and south remain in conflict about slavery. Even though very few people in the south still own slaves, there is a huge controversy in the country. When Celia finds a bracelet in her room, she is puzzled as to it origin and the meaning. It is said that different gemstones grouped together spell different words starting the with first letter of the name of the gemstone. The one left for her spelled “DEAD” which frightened her. When she receives some notes that scare her even more, she looks to get to the bottom of the mystery. The story is one of how people in the south lived during this time period. It depicts a sweet love story between Celia and Sutton, however underneath their happy life, there is a threat to her and her family. But as she is a strong woman, Celia is determined to get to the bottom of it all. I liked the novel but found I really needed to concentrate hard to keep up with the clues that the author provided to solve the mystery. I think readers will find this a very interesting story.
Review From inkwellreviews.com The Bracelet Dorothy Love
Dorothy Love has once again constructed a charmingly detailed story of life in the south. Her extensive research of a specific time period and location, make each novel a must read. The Bracelet is a captivating historical romance with mystery and suspense infused into it. Love provides a picturesque setting of pre-Civil War Savannah that draws a reader in. She also captures the turmoil many southerners faced as tensions increased between northern and southern states during this period. As I read the prologue of The Bracelet, I was immediately hooked by the dark scene and how it set the tone for the rest of the novel. Does the unknown woman commit suicide or is she murdered? That’s the main question that drives the plot from the first page until the last. The story is fast-forwarded fifteen years to highlight how the Browning family is still plagued by the death. Celia Browning is a southern belle determined to marry her childhood sweetheart Sutton Mackay. However, an inquisitive reporter determined to make a name for himself, threatens to destroy the Browning’s high-standing reputation by insinuating that the family is covering up more than one crime. After Celia receives a mysterious bracelet and a couple of threatening letters, she’s determined to uncover whose behind it. At the same time, Celia is driven to uncover the true events of what happened fifteen years ago in the carriage house. Sutton Mackay is a southern gentleman in the shipping business. Despite the scandal surrounding the Browning family, he won’t let anyone or a pending war fracture his relationship with Celia. With danger surrounding her, Sutton is willing to protect Celia even if it means sacrificing his life for hers. A murder mystery in pre-Civil War Savannah is a unique plot that I really loved. I was captivated by the two deaths that happened weeks apart in 1843. As the complex murder mystery unraveled, I felt shocked by some of the details. Every time I thought I knew what would happen next or who was guilty, a plot twist would pop up. I loved all the plot twists, especially at the end. I LOVED The Bracelet by Dorothy Love. I thought the story was well paced, filled with rich imagery and characters fleshed out with individuality. Each of the secondary characters shine on their own. I loved the suspense. In the author’s note, Dorothy Love reveals that each character was based on a real historical person, which gives the book an authentic touch. Overall, it is one of those books that I did not want to end. I give The Bracelet by Dorothy Love 5 Stars. *My opinions are my own and are not influenced by any outside source.
This story was different than I thought it would be & it turned out to be a good thing. I loved the intrigue, mystery & how the family took care of one another. It took me awhile to figure out just who could be the "bad guy" in it but once it was revealed, it just made sense. I have read all of Dorothy's other books & this one held my attention & I took it everywhere with me until I was finished.
Dorothy Love writes an excellent novel., with all the ingredients of love and mystery that life has to bring. Not being familiar with the historical basis for the novel, I was surprised with the ending and felt it very fitting for a well written story.
The story is set in 1858 in Savannah, Georgia. Savannah, being only a two-hour drive from where I live, is always a great setting. Savannah itself seems to be a major character in stories. “The Bracelet” has elements of history, romance, mystery, and intrigue. Celia has always been in love with Sutton, and he with her. He is in the shipping business and has just returned from several years in Jamaica. Trouble is brewing in the nation’s young capitol as North and South prepare to face off over the slavery issue. But also arriving in Savannah is a journalist, determined to find out the truth about two deaths in Celia’s family home. Celia begins receiving threatening notes and a bracelet that sends a chilling message – death. Her father’s health is rapidly failing. The daughters of two sisters are at the heart of this story. The sisters died early and the cousins were raised by Celia’s father and his housekeeper Mrs. Maguire. I really enjoyed the story but had to give it only four stars as one plotline was much too easily solved. However there were plenty of other twists and turns that kept me involved in the story. The publishing house of HarperCollins graciously provided copies of this book to my book club which is reading it now. We will discuss it at our meeting later this month.
Pleasant story - reminded me of a Hallmark movie. Historical aspect added a lot to it.
The Bracelet by Dorothy Love is a historical romance set in Savannah, Georgia in the year 1858. The author has based the story on true events surrounding an actual family in that year and place. The novel centers around two sisters and their separate marriages, one who married into wealth and the other who was married to a man she did not love. Both women died at an early age, with each leaving behind a daughter. The two children, Celia and Ivy were raised together, but by very different fathers, one who was doting and the other who bothered very little with his child. The two girls are very close, but they are very different in personalities. When a nasty journalist arrives to question the mysterious circumstances behind a death at the family mansion, dark secrets slowly unravel, putting the two sisters at odds with each other. I enjoyed the storyline and the family mystery, especially the journalist, a sinister character who was very intriguing. With plenty of plot, the storyline moved along at a good quip with enough twists and turns to hold a reader's interest. A great little family saga / romance of the American south on the cusp of the Civil War. Nicely written.
Death, mystery and possible murder. Secrets kept, waiting to be revealed. This is a highly suspenseful historical romance set in Savannah, Georgia 1858. It's loosely based on true events about a prominent family from that time. There are two sisters, one who married well, the other married in desperation as a second choice. Both of the sisters died at a young age. This story is about their two daughters, raised together, and how they turned out - one with the love of her father, the other without her father but cared for by her Uncle. It's best read by adults. It's a little confusing at first, with a flashback that I honestly forgot about once I got into the book. Both from wealthy families, Celia and Sutton have been best friends since childhood. Celia truly hopes to marry him and that he'll ask now that he's returned after two years away. Ivy is her cousin who came to live with them 15 years ago when she lost her parents. Celia remembers very little from that time, but a newspaper reporter is trying to dig up the circumstances about Ivy's parents. He's written an article that came out in the paper, but he's sure there's a more sensational story yet to be revealed and is driven to find out all the dirty details at nearly any expense to the girls. This is a good book that is well written, but still something is missing. It's well worth the time to read, but it's not one that I'd call a keeper. It's one of those stories where you're kept in somewhat of a fog until the end. You almost need to read it to find out what's going on, then go back a re-read so that it makes more sense. There is a very slight Christian message, but it's not central to the story. I like the cover on this book - it helps to set the tone and mood. Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from the publisher through the BookLook Bloggers book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255 : “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”
Antebellum Savannah comes to life in this story of a family secrets. This novel has one of the most powerful prologues I've ever read. I spent the rest of the story wondering and trying to piece together the mystery - and was surprised more than once at the end. The hero and heroine's delightful repartee balances the weightier issues of slavery, war, and miscegenation.
The Bracelet Dorothy Love “There are no secrets that time does not reveal” Celia Browning is patiently waiting the return of her childhood sweetheart Sutton Mackay from Jamaica. Sutton and Celia both come from prominent families and their marriage will unite both of those families into one. A journalist hoping to pry into two tragedies that took place in the Browning mansion when Celia was a child has arrived in to town on the same day that Sutton returns home. Since the journalist has arrived in Savannah, strange things have happened to Celia. Someone is trying to frighten her, she receives anonymous notes and the most chilling message arrives imbued into a bracelet. At that point, Celia realizes her families past can destroy her future. What will happen to Celia? Will her and Sutton get marries? Will the past rear its ugly head? You will need to read The Bracelet to find out!!! Preorder your copy today!! The Bracelet releases December 9th, 2014!!! Thank you to the publisher for providing me with a copy of this book for my honest review.