Magical Musings Monday

romance1Romance and relationships. I believe they go hand-in-hand, and often, on a good day, or a good night, as the case may be, they sleep together. As an author, there are many subjects and genres to choose from, but romance and relationships appeals to me. I’ve always felt that men could learn a lot by reading a romance novel. If a man wants to get a quick peek into the female cerebral boudoir just read a romance novel.

I like the interaction of relationships. I like the idea of happily ever after (HEA). I like the idea of love.

I’m also a student of metaphysical spirituality. I believe we are all spiritual beings having a physical human experience. That’s why we’re here, for that grand and glorious Human Experience.

Okays, so I about romance and relationships. Does that mean I have anything new to say?  Probably not, I just have my own way of saying it. I like to sprinkle my romance with spiritual magic. I write because I have stories to tell. I write because it’s so much fun on a consistent basis. It never disappoints me and it makes me happy. Isn’t that the best reason for doing anything? Because it makes you happy.

So let me leave you with this Magical Monday Musing: When God created man and woman, she created romance. Then, to make it fun, she also created humor. And that’s a good thing.

Go out and create a little romance, and don’t forget to bring your humor.

Enjoy always.

Flash Back Friday – A Time to Return

Using the WayBack Machine, let’s revisit one of my previously released books. Here’s a short excerpt from Book 2 of the MacNicol Clan Through Time series – A Time To Return.

Flash Back FridayTeressa stood near the front of the coffee shop counter, admiring her new scarf while she waited for the waitress to brew a fresh pot of coffee. She was running her fingers through the colorful fringe when she heard a group of men enter the shop. From the looks of them in their rubberized boots and heavy all-weather work jackets, she guessed them to be local fishermen. When they got closer, their collective odor confirmed it. She waved her hand in front of her nose.

One of the fishermen, the tallest of the bunch, was busy trying to get the counter girl’s attention, calling to her by name. “Hey, Zoey, make ’em hot and black, like always,” he shouted.

Not wanting to lose her place at the front of the line, Teressa took a step toward the serving counter. Apparently, the fisherman wanted to defy the laws of physics and attempted to occupy the same space as her, causing them to collide as they each stepped forward.

Teressa stared up at the man, who was easily over six feet tall. “Excuse me!” she said.

The large brute stared back at her, as if she were an apparition.

“Excuse me, I was in line here,” she tried again, moving to step around him. Unlike the others, he smelled of salt water and ocean breezes.

“What?” he asked, blinking.

“Where I come from, people are polite enough to say ‘excuse me’ when they’re rude enough to cut in line.” She stood her ground even though she had to tilt her head a bit to look him in the eye.

“Excuse me, miss. I didn’t see you standing there.” Spreading his arms wide, he bowed and stepped aside. He was still staring at her, but now he had a grin spreading from ear to ear.

“I’m glad you think this is funny.” Teressa was trying not to crack a smile, but his grin was devilishly infectious. She dropped her arms to her side, relaxing her stance. He continued to hold her gaze with his dark green eyes. They were kind, and he had a ready smile. Maybe she had judged him too harshly.

“I see ye’ve picked up a wee bit of our local color,” he said with a deep Scottish brogue.

It was her turn to stare blankly.

He reached out, touching the fringe of her newly purchased scarf. “A right fine choice.”

“Here, Robert. Take your coffee and move out of the way.” Zoey set a tall steaming cup of coffee on the counter.

“We’ve got a table over here,” one of his buddies called out to him.

He picked up his coffee and raised the cup to her in a parting salute. “Have a nice day, lass.” Still grinning, he turned away to join his friends.

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“Love, ‘tis the strongest magic of them all.” – Rory MacNicol

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Magical Musings Monday

Life is a grand reason for celebration.

campfire-beachAs a US  nation, we recently celebrated our Independence and the birth of America. As we move deeper into summer, we often find reasons to gather together to celebrate good times, long weekends, and get-away vacations.

It’s human nature to want to celebrate our good times, like weddings, babies, promotions and anniversaries. That usually means a party, which can be anything from an over-the-top elaborate wedding to just meeting with friends for drinks or dinner after work. Think of all the romantic connections that have been made at parties, especially weddings.

Parties just naturally create an atmosphere for creative connections.

How many times have we heard someone say they met at a party, and it just clicked from there?  Being at a party puts us in the mood to have a good time and gives us a reason to open up to meeting new people. After all, one of the reasons why we go to parties is to meet people, old friends and new.

When we keep our eyes and our hearts open, life sends us the most delicious adventures. Sometimes, if we’re lucky and the stars are aligned, we meet that certain someone who makes our toes curl.

Aren’t we lucky life gives us so many reasons to party?

 

Flash Back Friday – A Time To Begin

Using the WayBack Machine, let’s revisit one of my previously released books. Here’s a short excerpt from Book 1 of the MacNicol Clan Through Time series – A Time To Begin.

Flash Back FridayEnjoy . . . always.

Sophie liked nothing better than a good story, especially ones with happy endings, but enough was enough. . . . Adam loved to capture everyone’s attention with tales of his earthly adventures, but Sophie was tired of his never-ending boasting.

Pooh on Adam and his stupid, boring stories. So what if he had ventured out into the earthly realm and mingled with humans? Why should she or the rest of the fae kingdom care? Pooh on her sister Danu, the queen of the fae, for being so delightfully entertained by his ramblings. Even pooh on her sister Sindi for laughing at his tales and encouraging him to tell more. But mostly, pooh on her for not having her own stories to tell. Nothing exciting ever happened to her.

It was annoying to think she had lounged away another day listening to gossip and tall tales from Adam. Still, annoying as he was, Sophie was also intrigued by Adam’s stories. What was it about the earthly realm that made it so appealing? Maybe she should take a look for herself. Focusing her mind, she gazed through the veil shielding the world of the fae from that of the humans’ to see what she could find. The scene that appeared before her was a rough and rugged seashore with gentle rolling waves. Unfortunately, the splendid landscape was scarred by a lone man lying face down on the beach. Darn. It was so like a human to muddy up a perfectly good view of their earth, and yet, offensive as his presence was, she found she couldn’t look away.

 

S.EX. (Short Excerpt) from Dreaming In Moonlight

Lord Gavin Richard Montague, Grand Duke of Maninberg, remembered all too well his life as a mortal man. He still carried the appearance of being a young man, in the prime of his life. His thick, dark hair did not thin or turn grey and his dark brown eyes did not dim or lose their focus. His strong warrior body did not weaken or stoop with the burden of age. Over the years, the sharp hollows of his cheeks may have grown more pronounced and the timbre of his voice may have deepened, but no other signs of age befell his being.

Time had passed, but his memories never faded. He’d been young, barely thirty years of age, proudly arrogant and supremely egotistical, when his father, the Grand Duke Richard David Montague, had died defending his kingdom. Focusing only on his desire to claim his birthright and gain ultimate control over his father’s realm, Gavin had called upon the highest powers of the land to grant his wish. For better or worse, his wish had been granted, almost too willingly, by the wizard Tazire.

It seemed so simple, so amazingly simple. In exchange for accepting immortality, he had been granted complete and total control of his kingdom, the small but prosperous Duchy of Maninberg. At the time he had thought it the most magnificent blessing possible, the ultimate fulfillment of his grandest desire, to live forever with complete and total control of Maninberg. However, he quickly discovered there was one stipulation he had not fully considered. He was absolutely, positively, and completely limited to inhabiting his domain and only his domain, always and forever, and not one step more.

Years upon years, decades upon decades, had given him ample time to repeatedly test this limitation. Countless times he had tested the power holding him confined to his land, and each time he had experienced the same disappointing results. He could not step one foot outside of his domain. He could not add one square inch of ground to his kingdom, nor could any be taken from him.

His kingdom had become his cage.