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I recently read a blog post by one of my favorite coaches where he discussed the topic of soul mates. Many of us have heard the quote about how some people come into our lives for what seems like just a moment of bliss. Not because we love them any less but because love is meant to reflect our own imperfections back to us. These types of soul mates come to impart that knowledge and then they move on. And that is okay.
I’ll admit that it’s been a struggle for me to let go and allow people with which I share a soul connection to leave and just be grateful for my journey. To allow my heart to remain open. Sometimes, the heartbreak associated with lost love seems just too difficult to bear. I think that’s why I became a romance author where there will always be a happy ending to every story. You know when you pick the book up how it will end. Because of that knowledge, the reader can just enjoy and feel all the turmoil throughout because the emotional roller coaster will be worth it in the end.
What if we’re not meant to love only one person? Especially as women, it seems we’re taught to hold on to the love we receive in an iron grip and never let go. What if we’re supposed to let go of the outcomes? What if some of the people we love are meant to leave so they can gift their love to another even more deeply with the lessons they learned while loving us?
If you’re madly in love with someone for three days, three months or three years, that is special. It was meant to be. Instead of analyzing it, talking about it and judging it, what if we simply held space? Held gratitude for the gift? We all need to be joyous for the love we’ve organically shared with others, even when it ends. It’s ending for a reason and it just means something even better is waiting around the next bend, as long as the heart remains open to receive it.
I hope you enjoy my #1 paranormal romantic comedy, Talisman. The journey of Penelope and Luke is riddled with pitfalls, much like I’ve mentioned above. But this couple belongs together and nothing is going to keep them apart. Just one kiss to break the spell …
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That's all she needs.
Cursed by a jealous witch, Penelope DeLacroix's spells are all going wrong and backfiring, creating havoc in town. The vengeful witch won't quit until she has all of Penelope's powers. And all it will take is one perfect, heartfelt kiss from Penelope's one true love to put an end to all this turmoil.
The only problem? Penelope has no idea that Dr. Lucas Collier, the compassionate local veterinarian, is in love with her. Nor does he know that she's in love with him. They're both too stupid to figure it out.
But I know.
And I have to do something about it.
But what can I do?
I'm only her cat.
Every witch has a cat.
And I'm going to fix this.
Enjoy an excerpt:
“Jessie! It’s so great to see you,” Penelope exclaimed as she strode forward and enveloped the much older woman in a warm embrace. “I don’t think I’ve seen you since this summer when you were accepting your first place award for your apple pie at the Shadow festival. Did you bring one with you? I just love your pie.”
Jessie grimaced, her face a contorted mask of wrinkles and sadness. Maybe loneliness. I’m really smart and talented but I’m not a mind reader. Who knows what had prompted this surprise visit from the old bat.
Jessie padded her plump figure over to Penelope’s armchair in the receiving area of the shelter where Pen’s desk sat, all worn mahogany and ornate scrolls. She liked to spend quiet evenings there doing paperwork while she allowed the animals to roam free around her. She’d speak to all of us in her lilting tone not knowing that we understood her perfectly.
And we wanted to respond, we really did. Unfortunately, we could only communicate with each other and had to use gestures and actions to try to get through to our mistress. Even though Penelope was a witch from a long line of ancient witches, her powers didn’t involve any kind of telepathy as some other's did.
As Jessie sank in to the overstuffed chair, a whooshing noise exploded throughout the room when the air escaped from the cushions under her ample girth. Too. Much. Pie.
About the Author:
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Here's what I found within the first thirty days of being free. Writing stories from my heart that readers love means more to me than working myself in to an early grave for people who only care about their bottom line.
My heart has never been more full and my soul has never been more satisfied.
I've never worked so hard in my life but it doesn't even feel like work. It's worth it. All of it. Because it's about the joy that's found within the journey. The highs and the lows because I get to write stories for all of you.
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