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About the author:
She discovered that reading could take her to new places and on exciting adventures. By the time she entered high school, she had sailed the high seas with Captains and rode the English countryside with highwaymen, robbed stages— well, you get the idea, she fell head over heels in love with the romance genre.
What inspired you to write your book?
I see others say how fate dealt them a bad hand, a broken homes, no job, nothing of value when one can’t value themselves. I decided to show that only person is responsible for ones happiness. We, alone, control what does or doesn’t make us happy.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Excerpt from Man of Her Dreams:
Luella waved her hand. “There’s no place for uncertainty at Madame Luella’s. You’ve come seeking answers, but first you must be prepared to address the issues.”
The scratch from a match and a hint of sulfur bit the air. Black smoke snaked around Luella, then quickly evaporated as she carried the candelabra to the table. The flame reflected in her eyes, her stealthy movements resembled a cat…graceful yet cautious.
On the table sat a high-glossed box embedded with alabaster stones. Luella lifted the lid and removed a deck of cards and offered them to Leslie. “Caress them gently between your palms. Allow yourself a few moments to become familiar with each one. Coax the characters on the cards into speaking to you. You have asked for guidance, they hold the answers.”
The deck was bigger than regular playing cards. Vibrant colors of turquoise, gold, deep reds and blues decorated each one giving each card a special meaning.
“Pick eleven cards. Take your time. When you are satisfied with your choice, give them to me.”
The soothing aroma of citrus and sage penetrated the room as the candle burned. Holding her breath, Leslie drew one card after the other from the deck, taking a quick glance across the table at Sally.
Sally hunched on the edge of her chair like a gargoyle, unmoving, except for her eyes transfixed on each card Leslie drew out.
Madame Luella took the cards Leslie offered and held them loosely in her hands, her long polished finger nails covered with stars. “You are satisfied this is your journey?”
Leslie nodded. “Yes. I’m ready.” The cards were laid out in a cross fashion. Of the remaining four, they were spread in a line on the right. “The Celtic Cross.”
Leslie swallowed and held her breath as Luella studied the cards. Finally she began to speak.
“What is the most pressing in your life at this time? Something so urgent, you’ve come seeking guidance.”
Leslie thought a moment and then said. “Well… for starters, I was supposed to be married on Saturday. Before things got complicated.”
“And?” Madame Luella raised a brow. “Are you nursing a broken heart? Grieving over this man you lost?”
Leslie shook her head. “Not at all. That’s the whole problem. Instead of being heartbroken, I’m relieved.”
“And that’s a problem?”
“Yes. I was this close,” Leslie said, measuring a fraction of an inch with her fingers, “to marrying a man I didn’t really love. I allowed other people to convince me this was something I wanted. What every normal woman wants, a marriage to Mr. Right. Who turned out to be a toad. I’m beginning to wonder if I’ll ever find the man who’ll make me happy?”
Luella shrugged. “For some, happiness does not come so easily, right?” Her mood shifted, became somber. “Nor does it come in deck of cards. Happiness comes from within. Perhaps you should question what it is within yourself that will make you satisfied.”