Flash Back Friday – A Time To Belong

Using the WayBack Machine, let’s revisit one of my previously released books. Here’s a short excerpt from Book 3 of the MacNicol Clan Through Time series – A Time To Belong.

Flash Back Friday2Enjoy . . . alway

Daniel found himself on a plane sitting next to his sister and brother-in-law, questioning his choices as they headed toward the Atlantic coast on their way to Glasgow. It wasn’t as though he didn’t like to see new places. He had traveled up and down the West Coast with his dad visiting horse shows, and had been to Canada and Mexico, but this was the first time he’d be leaving the North American continent. Honestly, he found the prospect of a long transatlantic flight to be a bit unnerving. Knowing they would be spending the next few hours flying over miles of ocean before they reached land again was not in his comfort zone, he wondered how he had let his conniving little sister talk him into this adventure.

Dinner had been served, and the cabin lights were dimmed to encourage the passengers to sleep or rest quietly. Daniel figured it made the long hours of the flight a lot easier on the passengers and flight attendants, but it hardly helped to quell his anxiety. He was uncomfortably aware of his seatmates as he tried not to fidget, but hell, a body wasn’t meant to sit still in one place for so long, and it was his bad luck to have ended up with the window seat.

Robert and Teressa were already sleeping, curled up under their airline-issued blankets. Apparently, they were okay with the long overnight trip, but Daniel was finding it much harder to settle in. The journey was long, and the large plane was nearly full for the nonstop flight. He was grateful Teressa and Robert had used their frequent-flyer miles to upgrade to roomier seats, but the space was still cramped for his six-foot-three-inch frame. And instead of being a soothing white noise, the hum of the engines created an annoying vibrating buzz in his ears.

He wanted to get up and stretch his legs, but he didn’t want to disturb Teressa and Robert, so he sat and stared out the small oval window into the reflective blackness of the nighttime sky, regretting his misfortune of getting stuck with the inside seat. When they were boarding, he had agreed to let Robert take the aisle seat, always being the nice guy, and as he knew, nice guys always finished last. He glanced again at Teressa, his younger sister, happily married to the man of her dreams, and knew he was definitely finishing last. He was the last unmarried sibling and the last one still at home.

Daniel sat in the dim light cast by the overhead reading lamp, wondering what he could do to get some sleep, or at least relax enough to forget he was thirty thousand feet above endless ocean. Maybe not exactly endless ocean, but close enough.

He searched the seat back pocket in front of him and flipped through the airline’s in-flight magazine. It was beyond boring and of no use for his insomnia. Looking over at the seat back pocket in front of Teressa, he noticed her travel journal poking halfway out. She’d been writing in it earlier. When he had asked her about the journal, she had explained she had started the travel journal during her first trip to the Isle of Skye. With each succeeding trip, she planned to add to the journal, creating a memoir of her travels to Scotland.

Daniel didn’t usually go snooping into his sister’s personal stuff, but since she hadn’t seemed particularly secretive when she had told him about her journal, he figured she wouldn’t mind. Hopefully, it would tell him about the places they planned to visit, and perhaps provide a little insight into his sister’s opinions on their intended destination. With hardly a second thought, he reached for his sister’s journal, flipped it open, and started reading.

A few hours later, and several disbelieving glances at the two people sleeping next to him, he wasn’t sure if he had read a credible account of an incredible journey, or if his sister was a fantastic storyteller. . . . . He didn’t know what to think of his sister’s story except that it was simply unbelievable. Interesting, but unbelievable. He’d give her credit on one count: she and Robert seemed made for each other. Whether it was because they were soulmates across time or just lucky in love, he couldn’t say, but they certainly seemed to belong together.

With a final shake of his head, Daniel tucked Teressa’s journal back into the seat pocket in front of her and switched off his overhead light. It was time to close his eyes and rest even if he couldn’t sleep. As he reached to close the shade of the little oval window next to him, he paused a moment and gazed out into the early morning sky.

The glow of the rising sun rushing to meet the eastward-flying plane was just beginning to leak above the horizon. A lone star still shone bright in his limited view of the vast endless sky. It occurred to him that this single star, shining alone in the vastness of space, had spent eons shining its light out into the cosmos, always existing exactly where it was meant to be. In a moment of honest confession, he softly whispered, “I wish I knew where I belong.”

He dropped the shade, closed his eyes, and laid his head back to relax. A soft breeze danced across his forehead. Just before he unexpectedly fell into a deep and peaceful sleep, he heard a woman’s voice softly whisper, “A wish expressed, a favor bestowed.”

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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.

Okay, so I write 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.

The MacNicol Clan Through Time, Book 1

A Time To Begin, The MacNicol Clan Through Time, Book 1