The dawn of 15th of February can be a brutal event and bring all kinds of emotions, I know. The hype before Valentine’s Day can make you miserable if you’re not in the lovin’ game or if you’ve just broke up with the person you believe to be the love of your life. It can also turn you into a romance junky. The hearts and flowers, the grand gestures, we all love a man on one knee; it can all be overwhelming and sweep you away into your own compelling romance story.
You can also wake up on the 15th of February and find yourself in crazy situations, engaged to the guy you just couldn’t turn down in front of the flash mob he so thoughtfully set up, or you could find yourself having second thoughts about a different kind of cementing of a relationship. The glamour, magic and mystery from Valentine’s gifts and cards can all seem a little hollow.
If I look back at these, I can say apart from the flash mob, I have had February 15th’s very much like the examples up above. Scary! But thankfully, I survived them all.
If this year’s Valentine’s Day didn’t quite work out how you wished, if the flowers have wilted, the chocolate box is now empty, or the prospect of true love seems a very long way off, remember there is a whole year for romance and you have it all before you. This is something Poppy, my heroine in Valentine’s Wishes, finds out, though on her February 15th dawn she is probably as miserable as it is possible for a fairy to be.
Valentine’s Wishes is published by Liquid Silver Books and is available here. http://t.co/3eoWc0RdP3
You can also find the story at Amazon Kindle http://amzn.to/1bN68Cv
Full of good intentions the novice fairy Poppy grants her first big wish at a Valentine’s Day party. The wish to bring her mortals love is powerful but misses its target and lands in the party punch.
All three of her sweet mortal girls take just a sip and each one falls for the wrong man.
There hasn’t been a fairy disaster this bad in centuries and Poppy has no idea how to put things right. Add to the catastrophe the arrival of Cedar Heartwood, the fairy of her dreams, who drinks the punch too, and Poppy’s dilemma grows.
Cedar loves her in ways she’s only dreamed about. Should she take back the wish from both the mortals and the fairy she adores? She must step with care or lose everything.
Warmth cocooned her this morning. Enjoying the delicious sensation Poppy turned over and opened her eyes. “Oh.”
Her stomach rolled. Icy trickles raced down her spine. Oh, what have I done?
Beside her, still asleep, rested the fairy she so well remembered from the court, and now, in a sudden heady stream of images, she remembered all of him from last night. A flush of heat rushed through her body.
What must he think of me? A tiny groan left her. The punch. The wish. He drank it and I drank it too. I so wanted him to love me. The mortals, they’ve drunk it as well.
Waves of nauseous guilt spread upward. The poor girls, all with the wrong men, and I’ve ended up with him beside me but not in the way I ever hoped or imagined it might happen.
She glanced at his perfect handsome face relaxed in sleep. Why of all the fairies there could be, did it have to be him who came to see me? What will he say to be wished into love with me? She wrinkled her nose as a fresh horror became possible. “Oh, by the moon’s bright beams!” She edged away from the enticement of his muscular body, though she ached to hold him again, to kiss him, and feel his arms around her. What of the wish’s power? Is it over? It must be or I’d not feel so guilty. But I still love him? How can I tell what’s real or not?
[A message from the author if you are feeling rather low today. Please note miserable as this extract may seem the situation in the story is resolved with a modest amount of mortal angst and fairy suffering.]
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