
Can you believe it?
With the weather we’ve been having, I’m not too sure. A few days ago it was nearly 80 degrees when the Bear and I went walking. Yesterday’s highs were in the 60’s, and it got down to 38 degrees this morning. Glad I didn’t plant anything yet.
Anyway, how is everyone else out there? And more importantly, what are you reading?
I’ve been into cozy mysteries lately, and reading the Knitorious Murder Mystery series, by Reagan Davis. As a knitter, I love the way she weaves the skill into her stories.
But if you’re looking for something more along the lines of fantasy romance, with a little paranormal or magic thrown in, check out my book, MORGAN–The Pixie and the Green Man.
You can check out the video on YouTube!
Let me tell you about Morgan.
In the first book of the Esperance series, Morgan is introduced as a secondary character. When Jareth went to Clan Belfort to demand repayment of stolen goods, part of the penalty for ignoring his previous communications was The Choosing–a tithe of marriageable women to take back to his clan.
Morgan volunteered to go with him in order to get away from an abusive family situation. But shortly after arriving in her new home, she is assaulted by a young man who’s invitations she had declined. Two men passing the area came to her rescue and when she’s recovered, she testifies at the young man’s trial, but she is even more hesitant around the male of the species.
We don’t hear too much more from Morgan after this, but her story intrigued me. I decided to give her a book of her own, and help her find her happily-ever-after.
Here’s an excerpt from MORGAN–The Pixie and the Green Man.
“Morgan? Is something wrong?” Mrs. Kennoway asked.
“No, I was talking with James Ferguson. He came in for
some fruit. I think I need more sleep.”
“Did you have breakfast this morning?”
“Yes. Coffee, and toast with jam. It’s what I usually
have.”
“It’s time you had some lunch, young lady. Take
yourself into the back room and take your break.”
Morgan slowly ate the lunch she’d brought. It wasn’t
much—she didn’t usually eat much—just an apple, some
cheese, and some bread. After finishing her meal, she made a
cup of tea before going back to work.
“You look a little better,” Mrs. Kennoway told her. “Did
James say something to upset you? He’s usually such a polite
boy.”
This “polite boy” had to be a little older than she was
Morgan thought, and she was twenty-five.
“No, he was nice enough,” she answered, looking down
at her hands on the counter.
“Well, then why won’t you look up and tell me about it?”
the older woman asked.
Meeting her gaze, Morgan flushed. How could she tell
this sweet lady that the idea of going anywhere with a guy
scared her to death?
“He asked me out for lunch,” she said, embarrassed
and exasperated all at once.
“And what did you say?”
“I told him I would be busy all afternoon.”
“You needn’t stay in here all day. A break for lunch
might have done you some good.”
“I can’t. I just can’t,” said, nearly in tears.
“You poor girl. You’ll have to take the first step
sometime. I know his father and mother. James is a good boy.
He’d do you no harm.”
“I know. I’ll think about it, if he asks again.”
A few days later, James came back to the market. It
was earlier in the day, but his excuse was the same. Could
she suggest something for a snack? What was good today?
He chose some pears and a little cheese before he
walked back to pay for his items.
“Could I coax you out of here for lunch today?” he
asked. How could his eyes have so much sparkle? And that
smile was so warm and inviting.
“I don’t know, James. I’m not particularly social. Maybe
another time.”
Not to be deterred, he asked, “What about dinner after
work? You have to eat sometime. We could go to the little
place across the square. It’s small and not crowded, but the
food is good.”
“Maybe not today, but thank you for asking.”
He seemed really nice, but she was terrified.
“Are you sure? They have roast chicken worth killing for.”
“Isn’t that normally worth dying for?” she asked.
“Yes, but I’m not planning to die any time soon.”
So if you’re looking for a sweet little romance, with a bit of spice and magic, check out MORGAN–The Pixie and the Green Man.
Who says the Green Man is a myth?
Ciao for now!
And as always,
Don’t Forget…
...to Share the Romance…


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