My month of Romance and Love Magic continues with guest Blog Host and fellow Astraea Press author, Sherry Gloag.
Welcome Sherry!
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
Blurb:
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.
Excerpt:
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.
“Monica!”
“Monica!”
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.
Sherry Gloag loves to hear from
her readers. sherrygloag@gmail.com
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