Series: Waxwood Series #2
Published by: Dreambook Press
Release Date: 2019
Contributors: Tam May
Genre: 19th Century Fiction, Coming of Age, Family Drama/Saga, Gilded Age, Historical Fiction
Add on GoodreadsSometimes no father is better than a false father.In 1898 California, Jake Alderdice comes of age as a shy and contemplative youth who is passionate about art. On vacation in Waxwood, now a fashionable resort town, he meets Harland Stevens, who takes an interest in the young man's artistic ambitions. Stevens seizes upon the fatherless young man to counsel him toward a path to manhood inspired by Teddy Roosevelt and Thoreau. He introduces Jake to The Order of Actaeon, a secret society built upon Roosevelt’s ideals of masculine virility and virtue.But the path to maturity is a complex thing in the Gilded Age. Will his journey free him from the Alderdice family illusions, half-truths, and lies that have kept him a child? Or will it lead him into the world of Actaeon, where the hunter becomes the hunted?
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The afternoon sun had arrived with its vengeance of rising heat. Jake took out his handkerchief and wiped at his forehead. At the same time, he felt something inside him shiver. He couldn’t help but think of what Vivian would have said, if she had heard the tale. He knew she would have found it one more reason to avoid Stevens, as the story would have struck her as another way in which Roger had been right about the way in which Stevens and his father engineered their will against the will of others.
“I suppose your father understood you.” He put the handkerchief away and made a shot through the hoop in front of him.
As Stevens set down his mallet down, Jake felt the weight of his expectant eyes. “I thought you would change your mind.”
“Change my mind?”
“About needing guidance,” said the redhead. “You needn’t be abashed. Other young men such as yourself have come to me when they needed a father too.”
“I didn’t say I needed a father.” Jake looked at the tussled grass at his feet. “I only meant I would be grateful for any ideas you have for me about my new undertakings.”
“As you wish,” said Stevens, though his eyes sparkled in the sun.