It is my absolute pleasure to have Daisy Banks visit here and talk about Celebrations today!
Celebrations
today.
In France today, the 14th
of July, the people celebrate the La
Fête Nationale. I take great delight in wishing them well with their
celebrations and hope the fireworks in Paris are fabulous.
My visits have been infrequent in the last few years, but I have always
enjoyed my time in the south of France. The fabulous tree-lined roads leading
to Nice and the Cote d’Azure are a wonderful drive to make. I hope the trees
now aging will be replaced to maintain this quintessential vista for the locals
and visitors alike.
If you travel at the right time of year down to the south of France, the
scent of ripening fruit tantalizes and you have to stop and buy. My favorite
memory is of peaches ripe enough to melt in your mouth, so juicy you can’t eat
them without dribbles of liquid running over your fingers. The people in
Florida will read that and think, so what. People in England may well
understand.
I also love the lavender fields that spread for miles over the hillsides
and make the air heady sweet.
I am hoping next Spring to be able to visit France again. The one place I
want to see, and so far haven’t, is the palace of Versailles. Next year, I hope
to make a short break to experience Versailles. I want to use the visit as
research for my next historical story. This story will be set in France in the 1790s,
and I am eager to begin work on it. I will also again be able to use my other
interest of antiques in the story too. You can find out more about that if you
read my blog tomorrow at:
I am celebrating too at present, as I’ve just discovered my historical
novel, A Gentleman’s Folly has been accepted by Liquid Silver Books and
will be available in the autumn, (fall). I’m sure you can understand I
am thrilled by this news of another story joining my current book with Liquid
Silver Books, Your Heart My Soul.
Here is a short snip from Your Heart My Soul.
Gareth
raced back from the café, squashing the lid on a massive take-out cup of
heavily sweetened coffee for Libby. He found her right where he’d left her
after she fell from the counter: on the floor, in the arc of brilliant
sunlight, halfway out in the small lobby halfway in the shop. The sun
highlighted her dark hair with fire-bright chestnut sparks. He struggled to
accept both what appeared to have happened and that he’d called her back safe
and whole. He’d never dealt with anything as forceful as the entity in this
shop.
Poor,
sweet angel. She looked shell-shocked, stared up to him with eyes almost all
black pupils still, her face so pale, he worried she might faint.
Though
the boards were dirty and uncomfortable, he knelt beside her, and offered her
the cup. “Here, sip this.”
She
took a tiny mouthful, swallowed, and again. “What happened?”
Her
voice wavered, and his uncertainty that the words were truly her own grew.
“A
brief kind of spiritual possession. For a short time, the voice of another
person spoke through you.”
“Oh,
God!”
“Don’t
panic, I’m fairly certain she’s gone now.”
Libby
clutched his hand. Her nails dug deep into his flesh, and her fingers trembled.
“Are you sure? Please say she can’t come and go as she wishes. She can’t, can
she?”
“Relax,
calm down. No, I believe she can’t. Though I have to warn you she’s very
powerful, and you, well you have to be a gifted receptive to receive such a
visitation.” He slid his palm over her smooth hair, stroked along, and caressed
her shoulder. She needed reassurance, and to his mind, touch offered her the
best he could give her at present. “I’ve not known anyone else this has
happened to. All this is new to me.”
She
opened her eyes so wide the whites shone all the way round. “It won’t happen
again?”
He
shook his head. “Not if I can help it. I’ll have to research about this kind of
spiritual interaction. The power of this level of connection is unusual. Such
things happen, but they are extraordinary.” Deliberate in his effort to calm
her, he avoided use of the word possession again. Libby appeared terrified by
the idea, and at present, he couldn’t blame her, but he must try to make her
understand what was happening. “I’m afraid you will have to face the fact we
might need to talk with the entity again,” he warned. “Though not today, I’m
fairly certain. We’ve done enough in the shop for now, and you’re coming back
to my apartment.”
“I
am?”
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About Daisy Banks
Daisy
Banks is from the Black Country, the heartlands of the Midlands in the UK. She
is proud to count as her ancestors the people who lived in the narrow,
blue-brick paved streets, who delved for coal or worked metal. Daisy is married
and now her boys are adults she spends time writing romance. Daisy loves
traditional romantic songs and ballads, is interested in art and architecture,
enjoys travel, and occasionally cooks a meal that doesn’t stick to the pan.
website
: http://daisybanksnovels.yolasite.com/
Congratulations on the new sale!
ReplyDeleteDaisy thank you for sharing your wonderful experience in France. I have been lucky enough to have done a tour of Versailles and it would make a wonderful back drop for your historical romance!
ReplyDeleteCongrats on your new book. Although from looking at the beautiful cover of Hearts, I doubt they'll give a wit about having company. They seem fully occupied with each other.
ReplyDeleteNot sure if that makes sense. It's early
Thanks for hosting me Layne. Many thanks for the comments Jennah and Liza. I'm glad you dropped by.
ReplyDeleteCongrats, Daisy! I'd love to book a few trips in the name of research! :)
ReplyDeleteDaisy, congrats on the new contract. Excellent news. And thanks for reminding me how much I love France. I've never been south of Paris, but the northern coast is stunning as well. I visited in March one year and although cold, you could see spring coming alive in the fields and countryside.
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by Kimber and Gemma, nice to see you here.
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