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About the author:
S.E. Rose lives in the DMV. And if you know what that means, then you know where she lives. She currently resides with her husband, two children, and always at least two cats and usually other random creatures her children decide they need. While she works at a desk during the day, her evenings and weekends are devoted to writing and editing her romance novels. She loves all things wine, coffee, tea and dark chocolate; that’s right, dark chocolate. In her spare time, she enjoys photography, traveling, going to concerts, and reading.
What inspired you to write your book?
After a year of dealing with some medical issues, I found myself reliving some of my past travels as a way to escape. I kept revisiting a summer I spent in Scotland. I began to jot down my daydreams, which quickly morphed into a story. And thus, the Portentous Destiny Series was born. Each book is inspired by a place I've lived or visited.
Here is a short sample from the book:
I let out a deep breath. “Remember a few weeks ago when things were a lot less complicated? I’d like to replay that first week of making love to you, over and over. Promise me that it will be like that again, someday.”
He places his hands on my face and draws me up while he leans down. He touches his forehead to mine as the shower water streams over our faces. “I promise. If I have to move the earth, the sun, and the moon, I will make it happen.” And then he kisses me, a slow kiss that leaves me tingling everywhere and I know he’s promising me with this kiss.
“Now, let’s get ready for a party,” he says playfully as he gets out of the shower. I laugh as he playfully tosses me a towel.
We dance around each other in the bathroom as we get ready, our movements comfortable, like an old, married couple. I catch him glancing at me in the mirror every so often and I smile and then catch him smiling. As I put in my earrings, he comes up behind me and places a beautiful necklace around my neck. I pick up the pendant and look at it in the mirror. It’s intricately woven silver that creates a 3-D flower, a rose, and it has diamonds and garnets placed here and there throughout the flower with one larger yellow diamond in the middle. It is breathtaking, unlike anything I’ve seen before and my eyes look at his not understanding.
“It’s beautiful,” I say softly.
“It was my grandmother’s,” he replies. “She always wore it for special occasions. I went to visit her when she was first ill and she gave it to me. She told me to give it to the woman who captures my heart.” He bends down at this last comment, whispering it in my ear and my heart melts into a vast pool of love for this man. I turn around and kiss him with all the passion and longing I feel in my heart at that moment. It’s endless and I feel like I may not be able to pull away from him, my head is spinning.
He pulls back after several minutes. We both breathe heavily trying to catch our breath. “If you kiss me like that any longer, I won’t be responsible for my actions.” He grins.
“Jack…” I turn back and look at it in the mirror. “I love it and I am honored that you want me to wear it but…,” I trail off.
“It belongs right here,” he says, placing his hand over it and my chest. “Because that is where my heart belongs now.”
I gulp. This is crazy. This is the stuff I write about. I don’t live this life. No one lives a life like this. It’s the stuff of fiction. This entire time here has been a work of fiction. Maybe I’ll write an autobiography next time. I won’t need to make up anything and no one will believe it.
He leans down and kisses me sweetly and then claps his hands together. “OK, let’s go.”