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.
1 comment:
Thanks for having me here today in your egg-change progam :-)
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