My month of Romance and Love Magic continues with guest Blog Host and fellow Astraea Press author, Sherry Gloag.
What do you want for Valentine this year? A box of chocolates from you lover, your partner? Or perhaps something a little more sparkly from your boyfriend?
It’s hard to imagine that in reality Cupid was not a cherub of love, but betrayal, revenge and deceit. And yet, he looks so harmless and cute.
A couple of years ago, Henri Gasquet, eldest brother of Liam, in my first Gasquet Princes book, and heir to his father’s throne decided it was time he took a bride. But being to busy with official business he was happy to leave the choice to his parents. That is, until those same parents shunted him off to stay with Liam and his new wife in Scotland where he met Monika.
As for Monika, she was done with men. Once they discovered her ‘gift’ they allowed just enough time to ridicule her before they took to their heels. No – Monika wasn’t interested in men. Didn’t trust them until Henri arrived at the Horse stables she co-owned with Melanie, Liam’s wife.
While the two of them muddled through their preconceived opinions of the situation it took cupid and a huge Valentine ball for the two of them to face up to the truth.
The future the both imagined wasn’t what they wanted at all. It wasn’t chocolate, or even the sparkly bauble, but she got that anyway J They wanted each other.
What are you hoping for this Valentine?
His Chosen Bride
Prince Henri Gasquet is happy to let his father, the king, choose his bride for him until he meets Monica Latimer.
Monica Latimer is not prepared to risk letting any man close enough to learn about her Gift. A gift that normally has men running for the hills when they find out about it.
She lost track of time until the flames caught her attention once more. They flickered from orange to gold, to silver, to white.
A flurry of snowflakes masked the flames and for a second Monica watched the most beautiful, pristine snow-scene she’d ever seen. Her lips curved in longing. How she’d love to get a toboggan and slide down that slope. She knew where it was, and had done just that many times in her childhood, first with her parents and then, in clandestine manner, with her brother. Sneaking an old tin tray from the back of her mother’s walk-in pantry, she’d then grabbed Billy’s hand and they’d rushed out the back gate, heading for the lakeside track that led up into the hills.
Darkness, dense and thick with grief dropped over the scene. Startled and disconcerted by the strength of emotion emanating from the vision Monica shifted to her knees, ready to stand, when a voice, a deep male voice, sharp with fear called out her name.
She knew she’d never heard the voice before, and yet—it was as familiar to her as the image she saw in her mirror each morning.
“Help me, Monica.”
Desperate for more clues, she searched the darkness within the flames until it sputtered and faded. With a curse she jumped up and ran for the phone. With her outstretched hand hovering over it she halted and let her hand drop to her side once more. What could she say? What would the police or rescue team think of her if she called them and told them she’d seen a vision of a man in distress?
They’d laugh in her face and classify her as a lunatic. Well, maybe not. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d contacted them with positive information but something—an instinctive gut reaction told her what she’d seen this time hadn’t happened yet.
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Multi-published author, Sherry Gloag is a transplanted Scot living in the beautiful coastal county of Norfolk, England. She considers the surrounding countryside an extension of her garden, to which she escapes when she needs "thinking time" and solitude to work out the plots for her next novel. While out walking she enjoys talking to her characters, as long as there’s no one else around.
Apart from writing, Sherry enjoys gardening, walking, reading, and cheerfully admits her books tend to take over most of the shelf and floor space in her workroom-cum-office. She also finds crystal craft work therapeutic.
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