Haunting and Enchanting,

A Five Star Review of the Captain’s Witch

This beautifully written novel is both haunting and enchanting. Author, Karen Demers Dowdall,  has expertly integrated this paranormal romance with historical fiction. This fast-paced novel is filled with intrigue, drama and humor.

Our protagonist, Sara Knightly Windsor, is a witch who casts only good spells. She has recently inherited a three-hundred-year-old manor that just happens to be haunted by its original owner, the handsome Captain Christian Windsor. Sara’s familiar, a black cat with a spiteful personality, is in fact a stunning young woman who is locked in a spell until she finds true love.

While Sara is preparing to open her manor as a bed and breakfast, another witch, with a tragic past who haunts an ancient oak tree on the property, has plans of her own. Thus, is this story set into motion with consequences Sara could never have imagined.

The Journey

Thought provoking, should be take of the poisonous tree and believe the lie?

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The Journey

Thursday photo prompt: Journey #writephoto

He had to find her. His innocent child that had been taken from him in the dead of night. Why?  He had done nothing wrong and neither had his beautiful daughter Samira. She was still a mere child of ten and two, but these barbaric men would take children because they could. He tried not to think of what might be happening to her. He knew she would be terrified. Her poor mama died tragically. Samira was his only living child. He would have no meaning left in his life should he not find her.

The barbarians thought of little girls as ready for marriage, but Samira was not yet a young lady. This thought just nearly destroyed him. His tears ran down his face like rain; a storm of fear, anger and grief. He would find them, those who took her, and Allah…

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Twenty Years After “I do”, Reflections on Love and Changes Through Aging.

D.G. Kaye beautifully chronicles twenty years of her marriage and along the way encapsulates the heart of unconditional love amid life’s challenges. What I loved so much was her honest retelling of those years, both good and challenging. I found myself nodding again and again while I read as she honed into what the fundamental requirements were to maintain a healthy relationship. Respect, laughter, intimacy and patience are the cornerstones of a solid foundation that can withstand the trials of daily living. This is, or should be required reading for anyone in a relationship whether married or in a partnership. The author touched on so many issues that impact all relationships. This novel is a keeper and one I will return to over and over again. I extend a heartfelt thank you to the author for her candor and the gift to all of us for this remarkable book.

Exploring reality?

Dreams, those fields of wonder. This is a thought provoking post by Sue Vincent.

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

flowers moon 020It was one of those conversations where a simple thought ended up taking us a long way. There had been a dream… one of those where it seems more real than reality and a lifetime is lived in the space of a night, and though completely out of context in terms of the waking self, it has its own validity and depth.

In such dreams you have relationships… ones that feel, to the dreamer, to be as full and rounded as in an ordinary day. That’s where the discussion started. How do relationships work in dreams? They are built on memory… How can a dreamer have memories of events neither their dream-self nor their day-self has experienced? And if that is impossible, how can there be relationships of love, friendship, fear? And yet, when we dream, we feel them. An interesting one to ponder…

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All Hearts Beat the Same Within#WritePhoto

She is crouching beneath the rock’s overhang.  Her long, bushy tail is curved around her newborns. She growls deep and fierce, showing teeth and fangs.  We’d seen her mate, cold and stiff among the tumble of rocks below, a single splotch of blood at his temple.

“They shoot coyotes on sight here,” Beth whispers to me.

“I’ve heard as much,” I whisper back.  The she coyote’s wolf-like eyes bore into mine. My heart, a mother’s heart, pangs for her. She will starve now, she and her pups.

“The hunters should have finished the job. She won’t leave them. Now they will starve or be ravaged by other animals.” Beth grimaces.

“We should do something, Beth. Bring food. Leave it where she can easily get it.”

“That will bring other predators, Kate. It’s nature’s way.”

“And we’re the predators in this case, Beth. Why must they be killed? I don’t get it. Coyotes have as much right to live as any other creature on this earth,” I whisper, though my words have an edge to them.  I’ve held the female’s stare. Her growl is reduced to a low rumble in her chest. Does she sense we will not harm her? Does she sense we are females, mothers?

“I hate this too, Kate. I’m not sure what, if anything, we can do to help her.”

“We can try, Beth. I, I just can’t go on as if nothing happened, knowing she and her pups are at risk.” I slowly sling off my backpack. Opening it, I take out my plastic lunch box. Tearing the turkey sandwich into small bits, I set them out near the over hang.

“Okay then, let’s do this.” Beth tears off bits of her sandwich. “If she and her pups are still here and still alive tomorrow, we’ll leave meat.”

“She’s a mother. We’re mothers. I mean, within our chests, our hearts beat the same. We are creatures of this earth, all of us.”