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I’ve always believed in ghosts (but strangely do not like
horror stories) so for the life of me can’t understand why it’s taken me so
long to come up with a story containing one. I am primarily a romance writer and
like my stories to have a happy ending. Although my books cross a few sub-genres,
including Time-Travel, Contemporary, and Historical they always have romance at
their core. I really enjoyed writing Laurel and Eli’s story even though it is a
tad different to my usual offerings, and at the beginning really had no idea
where it was going to end up. But as usual the characters more or less told me
what they wanted to do and led me on a merry chase.
Here’s the blurb for Laurel’s Gift:
The plaintive
singing of a ghostly child in the night sets off a chain of events that lead to
Laurel learning the dark secrets that dwell in her Great Aunt Maggie’s house in
a Melbourne suburb. When Eli comes into Laurel’s life, instead of instantly
uncovering the secrets that have been buried in this house for many years,
their joint efforts lead them to discover even greater mysteries.
Eli’s past is
tied up with the ghost of the child who haunts the house, and there are many
hurdles to cross before he discovers just why he also sensed strange vibes in
the old house as soon as he entered.
In their
search for the answers to an extraordinary mystery they uncover a passionate
love affair shared by the people dear to them or those who dwelt in the house
at one time of another. Despite their shared psychic abilities can the couple
also find such a love?
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As you see
this is really two love stories blended into one and this is one of my short
poems featured in the book:
My life was dull, my future stark and bare.
Days, weeks, stretched before me with nothing there.
But then you came along.
Not dashing in like some bold knight,
More like a gentle hint of summer, so good so right.
I’m glad you came along.
Dreams long buried were fulfilled by you.
You did not ask; I gave my heart, my soul too.
When you came along.
Your gentle touch, your sweet lover’s kiss,
Stole this autumn heart, taught me of bliss.
Please stay awhile.
The permanence sought by most is something we may never know.
But my heart is yours, whichever way our paths may go.
To find out
about my other books please go over to my Web Page where you will also find
links on where to buy from your online retailer of choice. This book and most
of my others also now come in Print if you prefer a hard copy.
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