My Novels

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In August of 2009, I finished my first novel entitled Georgia. I've been working on a very complicated second novel, Realm of Desire, since then. I'm currently on the downswing of things, tieing up loose ends, and winding the story down, but it's been an amazing ride. Right now I'm working on my first YA novel - Tales. It's my NaNoWriMo project for 2012. I have been somewhat seeking publication for Georgia, but I realize that first novels (or second, third, fourth, etc.) are often just practice until you find your natural rhythm. I'm willing to wait it out. Why not?

Thanks for you interest in my work. It's people like you who make my day. Below you'll find more about my novels.


Georgia is an historical romance based in the 1880s in the fictitious town of Ashland, GA. I have been working on getting it published ever since. I realize that getting your first novel published traditionally is an almost impossible task, but I'm not quite ready to give up just yet.

Who knows what I'll decide to do with it. For now, it sits on my computer patiently waiting for eyes to gleam across its pages, for minds to understand its dilemmas, and for hearts to be broken and restored by its words. Until then, it will only reveal itself in pieces.

A few excerpts:

From the Prologue -

My life has not always been one of ongoing contentment. When you look at me, you see an old woman that has lived a long full life, but full doesn’t begin to measure the life that I have lived. Life is past moments that have been strung together to make us who we are. Who am I? I am my life, my past, my memories, and the soul that has allowed me to be these things. Millions of memories flood my mind when I think of who I was back then. My child, you could only imagine what my eyes have seen and where these wrinkles came from.

I never was a normal person. I always thought of myself as an outsider. I considered myself to be the single person in the world to think like my mind thinks. I thought I was too big for little Georgia, and way too small for anything better. I had many dreams when I was young, but none of them ever came to be. It wasn’t anyone’s fault but my own. I tried to blame others, but now when I look back, it was I.

Georgia’s Poem

It’s as if I can see your face as the summer wind blows,

Your blue eyes starring out, as a curl catches your nose.

In my dreams I see you, five years old, picking flowers by the road.

It’s as if it is a memory; although, that memory was never sowed.

Your cheeks are pink from the sun that dances among your face.

Your beauty is as evident, as God is to grace.

I wonder if you feel my love; although, it is impossible for me to share.

Is it possible that you wake up at night wishing I was there?

I’ve lost you, my love, my heart will never forget the cause of that scar.

The memory of you and the thought of you was never far.

I will search for you, even when my time on Earth is done.

My love and yearning for you will never cease- go on and on.

Georgia, think of me when life seems to be too hard,

And know that I’ve always had love for you in my heart.

“Smeared by tragedy and lost in faith.” These are the words of my life.

But you, Georgia, are the spirit in me that brings the light.

Written by: Vanessa K. Eccles

Copyright 2009

Realm of Desire is a paranormal romance. (And no, it doesn't have vampires of werewolves in it.) I've had a blast writing it. I can't believe that I even get spooked sometimes when I'm writing late at night. Paranormal genre is definitely the writing that I'm drawn to at that this time in my life.

In Sophie's world - it's dangerous not to be content with life.

Here are a few excerpts::

(First Paragraph/Prologue) I don’t really know that I can find the words to completely explain my immediate infatuation with Mr. James Ballard. He was amazingly beautiful, that was the first thing that I noticed, but it was more than that. He made me feel almost…unreal. I didn’t and still don’t know how to make my story about him make sense. I have been searching for words to explain his very existence, yet I’m at a lack. I suppose all I can do is just tell you everything from the beginning and hope to God that you can find some understanding that I, myself, have yet to find.

*New*

This is an actual chapter from my novel. I've been having a blast exploring a really new and extreme place from the perspective of both Sophia and myself. The journey through working on this novel has led to some strange and interesting ideas about other realms/dimensions. Currently, Sophia is struggling with the memory of her mother. This is the novel in its rawest form. It has not be edited, so you may have to overlook some typos. I just wanted to share with my readers a little piece of the puzzle that is Sophie's life in Realm of Desire.

Chapter 21

(C) Copyright 2011 by Vanessa K. Eccles

After dinner, Trevor sat in front of the T.V. completely fixated on whatever comic crap was on. It’s amazing to me how people are so oblivious to life because they spend so much time trying to avoid it by filling their heads with meaninglessness.

I wandered into my bedroom, thinking of my mom. I just couldn’t believe that I was going to see her again. Why had I not ever saw that as a possibility before? I’ve seen Lily and countless other dead people. Why not her?

There was a sense of guilt for not having thought of her in so long.

I walked to my closet. I pushed back all of my clothes until I reached the very edge wall. There hung my mom’s favorite dress and a few other things of hers. The social worker had only sent me the things that I requested, things that I thought that I would spend a lot of time clinging to. The truth is, I hadn’t so much as looked at this dress in years. I pulled it out of the closet. I held it to my nose and inhaled the scent. Her scent. The scent of knock-off Chanel perfume and Suave body wash. How could it still smell like her after all this time? Tears filled my eyes. I put the hanger around my head and lay the dress in front of me. I looked in the mirror, and as the dress covered the front of me, I swayed from side to side remembering how she had danced around the kitchen in this dress the one time that I could remember getting an A in class. Oh, how I regret being such a bad daughter to her.

I lay the dress down on the bed, and I walked over to where I kept her urn. I reached down to pick it up and a cold chill came over me. Chill bumps lined my limbs. I lifted it to my stomach and clung to it as I did on the long ride to Alabama. This was my mother; this is what a hug from her feels like now.

“Whatcha doin’?” Trevor asked as he walked in.

“Nothing,” I whispered.

“Are you okay?” His voice seemed concerned.

“Yeah, I just miss her sometimes.” Tears welled up and overflowed my lids.

He walked over to me, gently took her out of my hands, and sat down next to me on the bed.

“It’s normal to miss her. I’m sorry that you had to go through that.” I could feel the sincerity in what he was saying. I rarely have ever heard an apology of any sort out of him, and I more rarely have had conversations about my past with him.

“It hurts… not having her here, not having a mom.”

“You may not have a mom, but you do have a family. I’m your family, and I love you with everything in me.” He put his arms around my waist and pulled me close. I lay my head on his shoulder and thought about the truth in what he said. He was right; he is my family now. He is the only “real” relationship I have. I clung to him.

“You will always be the love of my life,” he said in a soft voice. I wanted so bad to nod in agreement or say, “And you’re mine.” Instead, I just leaned in to kiss his vulnerable lips. I couldn’t help but want to love him in this moment. I did love him; I just couldn’t tell him that I loved someone else more. For now I will enjoy the moment of only being his.

Tales is a blending of all things fairy tale. In Underland, Rowena finds out that the stories she grew up hearing may not be fictional after all. Stay tuned for more about this novel as it unfolds.