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The Goddess of Fried Okra [MultiFormat]
eBook by Jean Brashear

eBook Category: Mainstream/Romance
eBook Description: Every life has signposts Every traveler has a history. Sometimes a detour is the only way home. This is an inspiring and touching story of a grieving woman's journey to finding herself and the true meaning of family. Brashear writes with humor and compassion. There are subtle lessons to be learned while you enjoy a well-written and interesting story. Romantic Times Book Reviews Six-foot redhead Eudora "Pea" O'Brien, ex-cocktail waitress and "professional convenience store clerk," sets off from Austin, Texas with everything she owns in a beat-up Toyota. She's searching, on the advice of a psychic, for the reincarnated soul of her beloved sister, "Sister." Along the way, Pea rescues a starving kitten and a pregnant teenager, gives her heart to a con man trying to go straight and meets a gun dealer named Glory, who introduces Pea to the sword-wielding women of the Conan the Barbarian novels, which were written by a central-Texas author, Robert E. Howard. Howard's nearby hometown celebrates each year with a huge Conan festival, featuring his warrior-women characters in all their tough-girl pride. Can Pea pick up some pointers on strength, courage and self-confidence? Can she find her own lost soul by swinging a sword? With the help of Glory and her nemesis, a grandmotherly café owner named Lorena, Pea seeks to master a whole new set of life skills: swordplay, the art of cooking perfect fried okra, how to be a surrogate big sister to Alex, and how to fall in love with Val Bonham without getting conned. She succeeds on all counts, proving that even a lost soul can become a warrior, a protector, an apprentice, a lover, and a goddess. The Goddess of Fried Okra. About the Author: Jean Brashear is the author of 23 novels in romance and women's fiction, with sales of more than 1.6 million copies. Foreign editions of her novels include the UK, Latin America, Spain, Germany, Japan, Italy, Iceland, Holland, France, Australia, Belgium, New Zealand, Malaysia, and Singapore. She is a three-time RITA finalist and Romantic Times BOOK Reviews Career Achievement Award winner, she has won numerous other awards and been a Waldenbooks bestseller. Jean is a fifth-generation Texan with pioneer roots and lives in Central Texas.

eBook Publisher: BelleBooks/Bell Bridge Books, Published: Trade Paperback, 2010
Fictionwise Release Date: June 2010




Jean Brashear's distinctive storytelling voice instantly draws in the reader She writes with warmth and emotional truth.The depth of her understanding of human nature marks her as a writer to watch, a writer to read and a writer to enjoy. --Debbie Macomber, #1 New York Times bestselling author With characters full of heart?and vinegar, Jean Brashear takes us on a road trip through the back doors of modern life. And we get to read every hilarious marker on the way. --Pam Morsi, USA Today bestselling author "THE GODDESS OF FRIED OKRA is a poignant journey of one woman's search for a place to belong. The characters are as delightful and engaging as can be found between the pages of a book, and the book itself is a road map to happiness - something for which everybody yearns." --Sharon Sala - The Storm Front trilogy, coming in June, July and August 2010, from Mira Books "Jean Brashear has that "it" factor. She is an incredibly talented writer who can hit every note with enough clarity to bring the readertears, laughter, or just, "Oh, my, this is an amazing story." THE GODDESS OF FRIED OKRA is stunning, powerful and raw. Pea is on journey to heal herself, and find herself--and you will want to go with her to find her dear, dead sister--I do," --NYT bestseller Stella Cameron "A wonderfully engaging story of one woman's search for self. Jean Brashear tugs on your heartstrings and won't let go." --Julia London, NYT bestselling author of A Courtesan's Scanda "Jean Brashear's wholly original, funny and poignant novel has a heart as big as Texas. Told in a warm and intimate voice, it's like a road trip with your best friend. Don't miss it!" --Susan Wiggs


Mount Bonnell

Mount Bonnell was site of picnics and outings in 1850s and 1860s, as it is today. Legend has it that an excursion to the place in the 1850s inspired the popular song "Wait for the Wagon and We'll All Take a Ride." As a stunt in 1898, Miss Hazel Keyes slid down a cable stretched from the top of Mount Bonnell to the south bank of (then) Lake McDonald below.

* * * *
Austin, Texas
MADAME EVA SAYS
* * * *

Nothing else could have put me on the road again, not after eighteen years of being dragged all over creation. The road was Mama's perpetual escape clause for boyfriends, bill collectors or just boredom.

Sister, she used the road to save me.

All those years, I swore up and down that once I was old enough, I would find a spot and no force on earth would budge me.

But I didn't count on Sister.

Sister gave up everything for me, see, and I owed her. She was only sixteen when Mama died; I was eight. Life could have been so much easier on her if she'd let the social services people have me like they wanted. Instead, she even chased off her no-good daddy Alvin when he showed up saying he would take care of us. She understood lighting-quick that what he really meant to do was lay on his sorry behind. Only get up long enough to take the child welfare money and buy lottery tickets. Sure as shooting, he would have let Sister do all the work.

But Sister turned those spooky eyes on him--I can still see him shrinking from them.

Sister, she had mojo. In spades.

Once she was gone, just shy of my twenty-ninth birthday, I lost everything I knew of home. Ten months went by, endless hours and weeks when no matter what I tried, I could not get comfortable in my skin. The hole in my heart was just too big to paste any more patches over. If only I could see her, talk to her, I thought, maybe the world would make sense again.

Especially if she would forgive me.

Yes, of course she was dead, but Sister believed in reincarnation, see, and she took great comfort from the notion of a do-over. Me, I couldn't quite say I shared her faith, but I was desperate. Sister had it in her mind that the first year was critical for finding a person's new body, and no matter how much I read on the topic--which I assure you I did, since a person cannot have too much information and anyway, I'd sooner read than breathe--I could not find one surefire source to say she was wrong. I couldn't even locate any proof that souls always took up residence in babies. Some people thought a person could have a near-death experience and awaken as someone else.

Others believed the soul could be an animal next time, or even a plant. I could find arguments about almost every dadgum thing, while details on the actual process were pretty much non-existent. That was too many unknowns for a person like me, but if there was a chance in this world that she'd been right, I had to try to find her. I was whole when Sister lived; what I knew of family came from her. I needed that again. Needed her.

And I was getting scared, real scared, that if I didn't hurry, I would be too late.

That was when I turned to Madame Eva, Sister's favorite psychic. I wasn't sure what to expect on my way over, but I kinda liked that little stucco house with its turquoise door and purple shutters, the riot of zinnias and marigolds tumbling along the cracked sidewalk. I was nervous, though, about going inside, wondering what all she might be able to see in my head.

She was nice to me, I have to admit. Took my hand real gentle, and if she spotted all the mistakes I'd made and the misery, she was too kind to say so. Instead, she told me if I opened my heart, I would find my family, but when I asked where, she only smiled and said the journey was up to me. That wasn't one bit what I wanted to hear from her, and I got too caught up in my disappointment and missed some things.

But you can bet that when she told me New Mexico might be in my future, my ears perked right up. Sister always swore she was descended from Pueblo Indians. Someday, Pea, she would tell me, I'm going there to meet my people.

Note she said her people, not ours, 'cause we had different daddies--well, at least she had one. My daddy I called Casper, like the Friendly Ghost, since he never came to visit. I don't think it was very friendly, though, not to show up even once.

Sister was short with brown eyes, like Mama and Alvin. My eyes were blue like Casper's. Sister said he was even taller than my six feet, but without all this mess of red hair. I read somewhere that my coloring meant I had Viking blood, and that was a comfort. Vikings were strong and fierce, and I cottoned to the notion that I had warrior maiden written all over me.

Well, except for the maiden part.

And also the muscles.

I probably could have used some warrior skills when I set off that July day that turned out to be only the beginning of my life's strangest chapter. All I owned in this world, once I'd gone a little crazy with grief and sold most everything we had, filled up the trunk and spilled into the back seat of the beat-up sedan she and I had shared. What I had left of Sister was a photograph and a tarnished Indian bracelet of Mama's that Sister treasured.

With my last paycheck from the store, my grubstake was six-hundred seven dollars and eighty-three cents, which the hospital collection agency would have dearly loved to snatch from me. But I had a mission, and I could not worry about the place that spit Sister out on the sidewalk and left her in the hands of the wrong person.

Namely, me.

The road, like a tongue-flicking serpent sidling up to Eve, called to me. Madame Eva said the stars were aligned, that Fate would lead me home.

Home could only mean Sister. All I could hope was that my hearing was good enough, even after all the loud rock and roll she and I used to dance to. I was desperate to hear when Fate would whisper to me There she is, there's her new body.

When I found her, as I hoped so hard I could, would she remember me, I wondered, or would I need to introduce myself? Would she give me a chance to talk or just turn tail and run from me? Or what if she was a man this time? Boy, that would be rich, given that the women of my family had, at best, an uneasy relationship with the male of the species.

Stop it now, Pea, she would say if she were here right now. My real name is Eudora O'Brien, but Pea is for Sweetpea, the name she gave me when I was a baby. You are frettin' again.

Like one of us didn't need to. I was good at it, and I never liked to get out of practice.

The steering wheel about fried my hands when I grabbed it, but I held on. Started the engine and backed out of the stained driveway. I was a little scared to leave, but I had to.

I propped Sister's picture--one where she looked young and carefree in a way I'd never seen her--in the ashtray, and I pointed the car northwest. I decided I had best be alert; no telling where I might find Sister along the way. There were a lot of unanswered questions, I admit. Still, despite the heat of the day and the ache in my heart, I felt hopeful, for a change.

Hold on, Sister, I thought as I steered away. I'm gonna find you, and when I do, I pinky-promise I will not let you down, not ever again.


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