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Historical Fiction/Romance by Margaret Lake

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Offline Margaret Lake Reading Matchmaker 2.0
08 Feb 2011, 06:57 PM | Post: #61

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RE: Historical Fiction/Romance by Margaret Lake

Time for the next excerpt from Of Love and War

Oh, yes, Fourth of July had always been a special time for him, but not anymore. He was jaded by war and loss and grief. He had gotten separated from his parents quite some time ago and he'd been off to war for so long, he didn't know anyone here. All his childhood friends were in the army or navy. The girls had moved to the industrial cities, working in factories to supply the materiel needed to make war. Worst of all, Cal was gone. His own baby brother, shot down by the stinking Japs over the Pacific. Not even a body left behind to bury.

John pulled out his handkerchief, wiping away the tears while pretending to dry the sweat off his face. When he removed the handkerchief, he thought he, too, had died. An angel had appeared before him, her short blond curls framed in a lacy white picture hat. Wide, sky-blue eyes stared at him from a heart-shaped face that gave her the look of a pixie or a fairy, or maybe she really was an angel smiling up at him.

“You look like you could use a drink, Soldier,” she laughed, “but all I can offer you is some lemonade. Will that do?”

Without taking his eyes off her face, John took the cup from her slender fingers. He noted they were bare of rings. Inwardly, he breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't mind making it with a married woman … after all, they were lonely, too, with their husbands gone for months or years at a time. He used to think of it as performing a service for his Country. But all that had changed since Cal … well, since Cal.

But this one was different, or maybe not. Maybe he was just being sentimental because he'd been thinking of Cal. Forcing a cocky grin, he took the cup from her and drank half without stopping.

“Where did you come from, Angel?” he asked, smoothly cupping her cheek then sliding his fingers around the back of her neck.

The girl's smile faltered. This was not how she planned it. John Jameson had turned into a heel, just like all the rest. Her looks made her fair game for every Tom, Dick and Harry who wanted to flip up her skirts.

Julie had decided to marry John when she was eight years old. She had first seen him in her father's little general store. He had walked through the door, all of thirteen years old, and tall even then (or maybe he seemed so because she was so little). He had a mop of wavy black hair that defied his every attempt to keep it slicked down. Moss green eyes peered from under the lock of hair that fell over his forehead. Julie's little heart went pitter-pat and, as young as she was, she had gotten a very queer feeling in her tummy.

Over the years, Julie had seen John from a distance as he grew from a boy into a man. Her father had a keen interest in local sports, and he took his family to all of the events. When Julie was still in elementary school, she watched John play high school basketball and summer league baseball. When she was in high school, she followed his college basketball career (full scholarship, of course) through the local newspapers.
Historical Fiction/Romance by Margaret Lake http://www.tinyurl.com/malakeuk
Ariana's Pride
Catherine and the Captain
Listen to Your Heart
Of Love and War a novelette
Only In My Dreams a novelette
Sweet Savage Charity a novelette
Offline Margaret Lake Reading Matchmaker 2.0
14 Feb 2011, 05:27 PM | Post: #62

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I'm not sure if I've ever posted an excerpt from Ariana's Pride so here it is.

April 1471

"Yes, my mother was indeed a great lady. But what I remember most of her was the happiness that seemed to follow her wherever she went. She never failed to smile and often sang as she went about the castle tending to her duties." Ariana paused, her heart heavy with memories. "Was your mother happy?"

"I was very young when she died. Not quite four years old. But I remember that though she was always gentle with me, there was always a great sadness about her."

"Why was she so unhappy? You have not spoken of your father. Did he die and leave her alone?"

"I did not know my father, but I always thought that his loss was the reason for her sadness. I did not know the true cause until recently." Jeremy clamped his lips shut tight, unwilling to say more lest he reveal the truth to Ariana about his father, her intended husband.

Ariana could not help but notice the grim set to Jeremy's face and backed quickly away from the subject, reluctant to cause even the slightest rift to their growing friendship.

"Tell me of your foster parents. Did you fare well at their hands?"

"Too well, I fear,” Jeremy laughed. "Mother and Father Gowen were more of the age of grandparents than parents and had never had children of their own. So I was quite spoiled for several years."

"So, you were a bad little boy, were you?” Ariana teased.

"Quite bad. I was always in some sort of trouble or other. I think the highlight of my career,” Jeremy reminisced, "was the day I filled a sack with cow flops. I snuck up to the village headman's door before dawn and set it alight. When he smelled the smoke, and very aromatic smoke it was, too, he panicked and stomped on the sack with his bare foot to put it out. I think he was angrier about the mess he had stepped in than the burns to his foot."

Ariana laughed in delight at the story and Jeremy was pleased to see she had shed her earlier mood.

"And what happened to the culprit?” Ariana asked. "Did not your foster parents think that escapade was worth some sort of punishment?"

"Well, Mother and Father Gowen refused to believe that I could do anything so naughty. But I had quite a reputation among the village folk by that time and the headman was convinced it was me that had so humiliated him."

"So he punished you?” Ariana persisted.

"Nay, it was God who punished me,” Jeremy replied, once more in a somber mood. "I ran and hid in the forest, hoping to avoid the headman's wrath. But while I was gone, my foster parents died within a day of each other."

Ariana sucked in her breath, appalled at the pitiful look on Jeremy's face. "You could not believe that the death of the Gowens was in any way the result of your childish prank? I know not much of the fire and damnation God taught by the priests. But I do know of the gentle, forgiving God taught to me by my dear mother. Never would he take two lives to punish a small boy."

Jeremy halted in his tracks, unsure whether what had stopped him was the idea that he might not have been at fault, or the gentle pressure of Ariana's delicate hand on his bare arm. The burden of guilt he had carried with him from childhood for the death of those two innocent and loving people was suddenly lifted, shattered into pieces by the intensity of Ariana's belief in his innocence.

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Historical Fiction/Romance by Margaret Lake http://www.tinyurl.com/malakeuk
Ariana's Pride
Catherine and the Captain
Listen to Your Heart
Of Love and War a novelette
Only In My Dreams a novelette
Sweet Savage Charity a novelette
Offline Margaret Lake Reading Matchmaker 2.0
18 Feb 2011, 08:39 PM | Post: #63

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RE: Historical Fiction/Romance by Margaret Lake

I'm featured on Bibliophilic Blather for Flash Fiction Friday. Stop by and read this short, short romantic tale, A Walk In the Woods. Say hello while you're there.

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Historical Fiction/Romance by Margaret Lake http://www.tinyurl.com/malakeuk
Ariana's Pride
Catherine and the Captain
Listen to Your Heart
Of Love and War a novelette
Only In My Dreams a novelette
Sweet Savage Charity a novelette
Offline davethedc
27 Feb 2011, 07:20 PM | Post: #64

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Clapping hands
You're just cooking along!
Hello
Pertaing to Greensmorld the Dragon: He's lean, he's mean, he's a fighting machine. He's narcassistic, cruel, merciless - he's perfect.
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Offline Margaret Lake Reading Matchmaker 2.0
28 Feb 2011, 07:07 PM | Post: #65

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(27 Feb 2011 07:20 PM)davethedc Wrote:  Clapping hands
You're just cooking along!
Hello

Cooking is right. I'm just finishing up the last story for an anthology. I hope to put it out in the next couple of weeks.
Historical Fiction/Romance by Margaret Lake http://www.tinyurl.com/malakeuk
Ariana's Pride
Catherine and the Captain
Listen to Your Heart
Of Love and War a novelette
Only In My Dreams a novelette
Sweet Savage Charity a novelette
Offline davethedc
21 Jul 2011, 05:22 PM | Post: #66

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Hi,
Just dropped in to say Hello
Hope your sales continue in prosperity.
I took a serieous dip in sales the first wees of July but things are picking up again.Big Grin
Pertaing to Greensmorld the Dragon: He's lean, he's mean, he's a fighting machine. He's narcassistic, cruel, merciless - he's perfect.
My Kindle books can be found at: http://www.amazon.co.uk...

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