Seasonal Miracles
#paranormal #romance
#contemporaryfiction
Blurb
When the holiday of a lifetime turns to tragedy, Caragh fears
her life will never be the same again. Her beloved James is missing, she has to
learn to live all over again. With the help of her nurse Elspeth, and her new
friend Callum, slowly she begins to rebuild. However, not everyone is who they
seem, and she fears she will be alone forever....until Christmas brings with it
some unexpected magic.
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Excerpt
Caragh picked up
the printed plane tickets for about the 15th time that hour and as she read the
details typed neatly on them she grinned again. A large cheshire cat type grin
that lit up her whole face and made her blue eyes sparkle and shine. She looked
over at James who was, as usual on his evenings off, playing World of Warcraft
on the X-Box. His ginger curls bouncing around as he animately hit the buttons
on the controller, the concentration on his face was intense, she often laughed
at the range of faces he pulled as he took his game a little too seriously.
“I can’t believe it’s tomorrow” she exclaimed
excitedly. “I can’t believe we are
really going to New York for Christmas”
“Umm” he replied
distractedly “Just get a takeaway
then”
“James!!” she exclaimed in
frustration, picking up the red velvet cushion from the sofa beside her, and
launching it at his head. “This is the holiday of a life time,
the honeymoon we couldn’t have last year....for goodness sake
pay attention and be excited”
Snapping out of the
gaudy, loud, violent graphics based world of his game back to the cosy deep red
themed lounge of their three bed semi, James turned to her with a broad grin to
match hers.
“Ok, ok” he replied with a
laugh “Of course I’m excited, it will
be amazing,”.
Knowing he was
beaten and his game playing was over for the evening, he reached over and
pressed the off button on the console, and turned to face his wife.
“Just think” she said, grabbing
the cushion he had thrown back at her, and hugging it to her small frame, those
blue eyes now dancing with excitement, “We can go to
Bloomingdales, Macy’s, ice skating, and the tree, I cannot
believe I am going to be in the Rockefeller Centre standing next to that tree”
Her enthusiasm was
contagious and his own excitement was starting to bubble, he smiled as he
happily listened to her rave about their destination, in the wonderful soft
Irish lilt that had first caught his attention 4 years ago when they met at a
surgical resident summer school.
He got up from the
black corduroy armchair and crossed to the matching sofa to join her, wrapping
her up in the arms of his much larger frame as he sat down.
“It will be perfect” he said smiling as
she snuggled herself into him “perfect because we are going
together...I cannot wait either” he kissed the top of her blonde head
and squeezed her closer.
Their first morning
in New York dawned crisp and clear. Caragh smiled and stretched in the warmth
of the bed and turned to cuddle up to James.
“Our first day of
sightseeing, how exciting” she said squeezing him tighter. “Sounds good to me,
but first breakfast, I am starving!” he replied.
“You always think
with your stomach” she laughed “just as well we
arranged for room service then, should be here anytime now”
It wasn’t long indeed
before the trolley arrived and they sat in the window seat once more enjoying
the views below, eating warm pancakes and delicious scrambled eggs, the fresh
white china hosting the tasty combination, whilst two large mugs of steaming
hot freshly brewed coffee sat on the table cooling slightly.
Once the plates
were emptied and the mugs drained, Caragh was itching to get going.
“Right!” she said
determinedly, “time for the
adventure to begin”
Within minutes she
returned casually dressed in jeans, knee-high boots and a sweater. James smiled
at her, thinking once more, as he did most days, what a stunning beauty she was
and how lucky he was to have married her.
Grabbing her ski
jacket, woolly hat and gloves she chastised him along “Come on slow coach,
I have shopping to do!”
“Ok, ok” he replied,
grabbing his wallet and slipping it into his back pocket “guess I will need
this then”
“You bet you will” she laughed and
grabbing his hand, dragged him towards the door.
The morning passed
in a riot of colour and noise as, in her element, Caragh dragged him from one
department store to another. Gaudy christmas decoration overflowed from baskets
and displays and cheesy seasonal tunes blared out of the public address
systems.
It was heaving with
tourists and New Yorkers alike but the hustle and bustle only seemed to add to
the seasonal flurry and buzz that surrounded them. It was like nothing they had
experienced before but Caragh was in her shopping heaven and clearly loving the
chaos.
Around 1pm they
decided to have a break from the shopping and to head over to Manhattan for
some lunch. The adrenaline of the enjoyment was feeding their energy and they
were like giddy school children and they skipped hand in hand to the nearest
subway station.
Author Bio
Anna
is an establish author with 4 books published across 2 genres. From a background in holistic therapy and
freelance writing it is little wonder Anna has an eclectic range of interests
and talents to appeal to her readers.
First published as a child, Anna moved from poetry writing to self
help. Her commitment to her clients led
her to create two books on meditation.
However as an avid reading in all genres, Anna was drawn to create a
series of paranormal romance novellas that offer the reader characters to
identify with and root for as they battle adversity in a quest for
happiness. Always looking to learn, Anna
has over 20 holistic therapy qualifications to her name and when not writing is
often found with her head in a text book.
Aside from writing and therapy her biggest passion are her six tiny
dogs, who have inspired a new series of detective novellas due for release in
2016.
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