Friday, November 25, 2011
Welcome Guest Author - Karen Michelle Nutt
Unbelievable Finds Presents:
Wish Me A Soul Mate
By Aubrey Jules
Forget online dating and endless chat rooms. Don’t waste a fortune on going to mediums with the purpose of finding your ideal mate. Mr. O’Grady has a box crafted by the faeries. It’s a mailbox to the otherworldly plane of existence. Once a year at the Seaside Bed and Breakfast Inn, Mr. O’Grady hosts a party in honor of the special day.
Wishes are a part of growing up. As a child, we wished upon a shooting star. On our birthdays, we’re encouraged to make a wish when we blow out the candles. When we see a fountain, we toss a coin into it with a whispered request. Why couldn’t there be Faeries willing to grant a person a chance to find their soul mate?
The wisher is encouraged to scribble down what he or she is looking for in a soul mate. The wisher then places the letter in the Celtic carved box and closes the lid. The wisher may feel a tingling through their fingertips or he or she may hear bells. It’s a little different for each wisher. When opening the lid again, if the letter is I gone, the Faeries are considering the request. But if the letter turns to dust—well, better luck next year.
Unfortunately, the Faeries are a fickle bunch. They only grant one lucky person the chance for a soul mate. Never fear. No one goes away empty handed. Mr. O’Grady’s scrumptious desserts and specialty teas are well worth the trip.
Until next month’s issue, take care,
I hope you enjoyed Aubrey’s article penned for the Unbelievable Finds’ magazine. Find out more about Aubrey and her experience with the magic box in Mr. O’Grady’s Magic Box.
Aubrey learns the Faeries have a wicked sense of humor when Ian, the man who jilted her ten years prior, strolls back into her life.
Reaching the bottom step, her gaze shifted to the front door as an amazing specimen of masculinity walked in. She was positive it was Mr. O’Grady’s grandson. The gardening belt around his waist also was a dead giveaway he wasn’t a guest.
With the sun shining behind him, she could only admire his broad shoulders and chest, tapering nicely down to a tight waist and slim hips. My, my, his faded blue jeans fit him all too well. Now if he would step further into the foyer so she could see his face clearly. As if on command, he took a few steps forward only to be stopped by the couple with the brochures. Perfect. She could admire the man without him noticing her.
Dark hair trimmed at his ears and longer in the back, straight nose, strong jaw—exquisite perfection brushed with a touch of wildness and…something familiar.
Her eyes narrowed then widened when recognition hit her like a slap in the face. Her book and papers in her hand were forgotten as everything went numb. The book slipped from her grasp and smacked the ground like a gavel, startling everyone into silence.
His gaze riveted to hers while her papers swirled in the air liked she’d thrown confetti. She turned away. “Oh dear God, let him stay where he is,” she mumbled under her breath.
No such luck. He flew to her rescue, his strides long and sure. Flustered, she bent down to pick up the book at the same time he knelt down. Their foreheads smacked together in the process.
His deep familiar chuckle strummed down her spine like caressing fingers, making her heart dance in her chest. No, it can’t be him. This is Mr. O’Grady’s grandson. He’d be an O’Grady, too.
Not if his father married Mr. O’Grady’s daughter. Her nasty conscience mocked her, not letting her deny the truth.
Aubrey slowly lifted her gaze to meet his. Her heart stopped and started again with the intent of bursting from her chest. His features may have matured from a young man to now, but the eyes were the same dark blue and the way he smiled with a crooked curve of his lips couldn’t be duplicated by anyone but him. He wasn’t an apparition; he was truly here.
“Are you all right?” he asked, concern lacing his words as he stared at her.
She shook her head, feeling off centered. “What?”
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He handed her the book, his fingers brushing hers. Then he really looked at her. His crystal dark-blue gaze locked with hers, surprise registering before he realized his vision wasn’t playing tricks on him. “Aubrey?” His voice lowered to a husky timber.
At least the bastard had the decency to remember her name.
GIVEAWAY: Leave a comment and Karen will pick one winner to receive a Coupon for a free e-book copy of Mr. O'Grady's Magic Box.
About the Author: Karen Michelle Nutt resides in California with her husband, three fascinating children, and a houseful of demanding pets. Jack, her Chihuahua/Yorkshire terrier is her writing buddy and sits long hours with her at the computer.
Whether your reading fancy is paranormal, historical or time travel, all her stories capture the rich array of emotions that accompany the most fabulous human phenomena—falling in love.
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Thanks so much for letting be here today! I hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving. We had Thanksgiving at my mothers with a big spread of food-- Turkey, ham, yummy vegetable dishes and warm homemade breads. The desserts were to die for. lol
Readers, what did you do for Thanksgiving? How about for Black Friday? Did you hit the malls for the great deals?
Very interesting blog! Very creative.ReplyDelete
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Thank you and thanks for popping in to say hello. :)
Although I haven't had a chance to read it yet, I have Mr. O'Grady's Magic Box and I am so excited about the prospect of reading it. As all of your work, I know it will be fantastic.ReplyDelete
I'm looking forward to your next addition to the fallen angel series, too.
Thanks for coming by. I have so many books I want to read. Sigh---One day. :)
Mr. O'Grady's Magic Box sounds like an awesome story.ReplyDelete
Thanks so much for saying so.
Thank you for stopping in, too. :)
thanks so much for being here the day after Thanksgiving and forgive my tardiness to my own blog! (sheepishly grins) I work at night from 10 pm to 615 am and I slept the day away.
We had thanksgiving at my house. My sons Andrew & Joe helped cooked pierogi. I made calm chowder soup. My husband made mashed pototaos and cauliflower. My husband and I both made the fennel stuffing. I brined the bird and my husband cooked it. It was nice to have a team/family effort come together for the meal.
As for Black Friday - I sent my husband to Target to by a 3D DS w/a 3D Mario game for my son, Andrew. I took the boys to see The Muppets in the movie theatre. I don't know about the deals. I didn't go out and shop. I was scared, too. I'll save the shopping for Monday when the kids are in school and the crowds have died down a little.
Ms. O'Grady's magic Box has a great premise. It's going in my TBR pile for my new Kindle Fire.
It's been a slow day here.ReplyDelete
My blog hopping party has taken off-- We're offering a Kindle Fire for the grand prize.
You'll have to let me know how you like yours. :)
I think writers of romantic fantasy are most imaginative! Congrats on your new novel, Karen.ReplyDelete
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I love your stories. I haven't gotten this one yet.ReplyDelete
wow i like the sound like great read and see whet the fairy are doing in the box who get what form themReplyDelete
I'm so glad you like my stories. Thanks for saying so. :)
I'm glad Mr. O'Grady's Magic Box has caught your interest. :)
Thanks so much for popping in and saying hi.
Sorry I'm late getting here, Karen. I am lucky enough to have Mr. O'Grady's Magic Box and can't wait to read it. If it's like the rest of your work, I know it will be fabulous. All the best.ReplyDelete
Thank you everyone for stopping by and saying hello. Steph, thanks for having me.ReplyDelete
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