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Whisper Bay: Oliver & Chloe: The Beginning

"He had spoken in one breath and snatched mine from my lungs in the process."

Clean Romance by Sybil Shae

Meet Chloe Tyson and Oliver Pettigrew from Whisper Bay, a small community where everyone knows everyone or at least they think they do.
Oliver is a mysterious young man who has just returned home to Whisper Bay. No one really knows anything about him and really doesn’t seem to want to either. Except for Chloe, she needs to know all she can—her life as she knows it depends on it.
Can a socially awkward young man and a lonely young woman that has been deemed worthless by everyone who is supposed to love her, find hope—together?

Intro

Never again!
It didn’t matter what Aalia was saying as she stroked my hair soothingly, like a mother with her child. I admired her maternal instinct, God knows I’d never experienced it, but in that moment it didn’t matter how she tried to comfort and assure everything would be okay. It wouldn’t. My heart ached and I could hardly breathe, as my body shook with rapt tears. I should have been used to it by now, to those terrible words, the laughter and the snide remarks. It was all I’d experienced since arriving in Whisper Bay. It was the graffiti on my locker that had finally shattered me:
SLUT!
I should have been used to disappointment and a broken heart, but I was a fool. A fool, who believed in love, and that somewhere out there, was someone to love me. I thought he was the one. I thought this place would be different. I was so wrong. I was always wrong.
I could taste the tears on my lips as I tried to take jagged breaths, the sounds of my wails echoing off the walls of the cave. This was our place – Aalia and mine, our secret, the one place we could hide and escape the world. Tucked into a small outcropping along the northern coast of town, accessible only during low-tide, it was a place few would dare to venture to. Yet we did. It was the only place we could breathe in, where the reality of life couldn’t penetrate and harm us.
“It will be okay Chloe. It’ll be okay,” Aalia continued to assure, her hand still in my hair.
“I will never let anyone in again!” The words were barely recognizable through my blubbering.
“You don’t mean that Chloe.”
“Yes, I do. I do! Never again!”

Whisper Bay
Secret Places

He cannot be more than forty. Surely not more than that?
I’d been asking myself that question for a year and I still didn’t know the answer. Patrick Pettigrew, my boss and the manager of The Music Box, was gorgeous. He was six-foot-two, broad shouldered, and had sandy blonde hair with a few odd strands of silver dispersed throughout. His smile was like sunshine in the early morning, and his goatee was always immaculate. He even had a killer tan from hours of surfing every day. Surfing was the reason why he never opened the store, and why I always did. This morning however, he was breaking protocol and holding a meeting before the store opened for business. He never had meetings, and his desire for one now had us all on edge. There were rumors that the store was under threat of closing. There was talk of new owners who wanted to close down the current location and move the store to the new strip mall. The Music Box was the largest stand-alone record store in Whisper Bay, hiring many of Kranmer High’s students, like myself. I was eighteen and an assistant manager, not too bad if I did say so myself, and only after a year of living in the quaint seaside town. If the rumors were true, the owners would pay a higher rent, have a smaller store, and need fewer employees. I was as nervous as the others were. I needed this job more than any of the others did.
“Good morning guys,” Patrick’s gravelly voice broke into my thoughts. “Sorry for the delay. I was waiting for someone, but he’s here now.” He turned, looking over his shoulder at the young man who stood behind him. I could see my coworkers’ eyes shifting around me in confusion. Who was this guy and why was he so important that it required a meeting to tell us?
“Alright guys, we have a new member to our team. As you know, Jaimie left us for college last week, so let me introduce you to my nephew, Oliver Pettigrew. He will be joining the roster from today forward.”
He looked over at me, and right then I couldn’t help but be distracted. Patrick had beautiful eyes.
“You’ll need to readjust a few things, Chloe, but I’m sure you can make it work.” I nodded my confirmation as he continued. “Oliver has recently returned to town from Los Angeles, so I’d appreciate it if you guys would make him feel at home again.”
He looked around, his eyes falling on each person present, and I noted a strange expression flash across his face as a small murmur rose from the other employees. He laid a large hand on the back of his nephew’s neck.
“Get to work everyone.”
So, Oliver was Patrick’s nephew. Poor guy had definitely gotten the short end of that gene pool stick. He was shorter than Patrick was, only a few inches taller than I was. He was slender to the point of almost being wiry, his clothes were conservative, and his hair was a fiery red that hung in loose waves to the nape of his neck. I couldn’t see his face; his mop of hair obscured it almost entirely. He kept his head down the entire time, but from the rest of his appearance, I guessed it was nowhere as finely chiseled as his uncle’s.
“Chloe, could you come in my office a moment?”
“Yes, Patrick, be right there.” I scampered to answer my boss’ call as Oliver followed him.
Once inside the office Patrick explained his request. I was to train Oliver. Perfect! He was sticking me with him for the next few weeks in order to get him acclimated to how the store ran. What was this? Was he grooming Oliver or something? Was Oliver going to take over my job? Silent panic gripped my chest in an iron hold as I tried to keep my expression placid.
“Whatever you say, Bossman.” I looked over at Oliver, who had yet to acknowledge me. He seemed far more interested in the framed vinyl records and posters Patrick had decorating his walls. “Hey, let’s go,” I called and marched out of the office letting the rest of my words fall behind me. “We open soon.”
“Hey, Chloe, Damon’s brother is coming to town this weekend and he’s looking to have some fun. You in?” Andrea’s nasally voice resonated in my ears, disrupting me from showing Oliver the morning routine for working the till. The girl could get on my nerves with her whining and her laziness. If it were up to me I would have fired her, but Patrick hated letting people go.
I wasn’t entirely sure Oliver was paying attention; he hadn’t said anything since we started. In fact, he hadn’t said anything at all since he arrived. He didn’t even look interested in what was going on. If the new owners were planning to hand my job over to some twerp just because he was the boss’ family, they had another thing coming. I would show them that I was the best person to assist in running the store. No little redheaded runt was going to take it from me. I had very few things in life to call my own, and of those things, my favorite was The Music Box. Even though The Music Box was just a job to most, it was an oasis to me. It allowed me to make the money I needed to support myself, while allowing me to be around the thing I loved most – music. Learning to play the guitar was a bonus, and to me it felt like a requirement of the job. I could never learn everything there is to know about music, there just simply was not enough time in the day.
“I told you already. I’m not dating, so stop trying to set me up,” I resounded, returning to the cash in my hand. I couldn’t remember what number I had stopped at. “Damn it, Andrea, you made me forget my count. How many fives were there again?”
“Thirty-three.”
The voice I heard didn’t belong to Andrea. I had never heard this voice before. I turned to look at Oliver. His eyes were on the floor and he gave no indication that the sound came from him.
“Did you say something?” I asked him, unsure. It couldn’t be he who spoke, could it?
Shockingly, the timid voice replied, “There were thirty-three fives when you stopped.”
I was skeptical and challenged him. “How can you be sure?”
“I counted them.”
I laughed. Was he trying to put one over on me?
“You didn’t count them.”
“Yes, I did,” he rebutted.
At this point, I was really getting annoyed, “Look, I don’t have time for games. We’ve got to be open soon and I need to get this done.” I restarted my count.
Thirty-three fives. I counted them.
What did he take me for, an idiot? I wasn’t about to let him trick me. Was that his game? Was he planning to sabotage my work efforts in order to help his own cause to take my job? Well, I’m smarter than that.
I counted the fives again and to my shock, there were thirty-three.
“I told you,” Oliver said quietly.
I let my annoyance flare. “So…I don’t care. It is my responsibility to check the till, not yours. You just need to pay attention to how we do things around here and stop spacing out. This is a business not a playground,” I retorted and returned to counting the rest of the till money.
“I was paying attention.”
I inhaled a deep breath. Was this guy trying to make me angry? If he was, then he was succeeding. I don’t know if Andrea sensed my anger building or if she was really just ignorant because the next second she was back to talking about her boyfriend’s obtuse brother.
Did she not understand me earlier or is it irritate Chloe day?
“Look, it’s been six months, Clo, don’t you think it’s time to end the drought?” she challenged, walking over and peering up at me from the sales floor.
I was thankful she was so lazy and that the bird’s nest was small or else she may have been tempted to come up and annoy me up-close. The bird’s nest was a small rotunda that acted as our checkout counter. It allowed three hundred and sixty degree views, could hold a maximum of four registers if needed, such as at Christmas, and was perched on a platform which was accessible by a set of six short steps.
To me, Andrea was the epitome of a flake. She never exerted more energy than necessary to do anything, well, except party. Taking the six short steps to the bird’s nest would require way too much of her. Looking up and shouting from where she stood was much easier.
“What does time have to do with anything? I’m done talking about this, and when I say I’m done, I’m done!” My adamant words were punctuated by the slamming of my till drawer. I initialed the accounting slip to confirm the cash I’d received. “You sign next to me,” I instructed Oliver. He obeyed without hesitation. I gave Andrea a final frustrated look, but found her eyes were regarding Oliver with a hint of suspicion. I wondered why.
“Come on Oliver, I’ll show you where you can keep your things,” I huffed at him and marched down from where I stood. He followed me without question, his Converse sneakers squeaking against the hardwood floor the whole way.

~~~

I hated to admit it but Oliver was more organized than I was, and freakishly so. He had managed to master every aspect of our jobs in less than a week. In fact, he had done better than that. With him at the store we hardly needed a daily stock check as he seemed to record every sale in his mind and tallied the sum in his head. It was amazing! Nevertheless, the other employees did not see it that way. They never spoke to him and the odd time they looked in his direction, there was a sense of discomfort, almost fear. How was Oliver able to make my job look so easy? If he kept this up he would outshine me in no time and I would be out of a job. Nevertheless, there was still one area where he lacked the Midas touch, and that was with customer relations. He was simply awful at dealing with people and he wasn’t making any friends amongst the staff either. In fact, they all seemed to avoid him. I was determined to find out who Oliver Pettigrew was and why he was back in Whisper Bay.
After weeks of working side-by-side with him, barely ever hearing him speak, I decided that I was going to have to become an investigator if I wanted to know his game. If there was anyone who could shed light on the enigma that was Oliver Pettigrew, Samuel Donaldson, our in-house weekend DJ, my guitar teacher, and the person who knew the stories about everyone was the one to ask.
“Sam, you’ve lived here your entire life, right?” I asked him, as we disassembled boxes behind the store for the upcoming recycling and refuge collection day.
He nodded. “Every single day and no desire to go anywhere else.” He looked up at me with a pleasant grin. “Why do you ask? You wanna know something?” His eyes twinkled at the prospect of gossip.
I wasn’t one who normally cared about the rumor mill, after all, I knew how it felt to be on the receiving end of rumors. I did want to know about Oliver though, and since he wasn’t providing any insight in our rare conversations, Sam was the best way to get the information I wanted.
“What can you tell me about Oliver?” I asked covertly to ensure I wasn’t overheard, and then leaned in closer to hear his reply. I didn’t have to use any coaxing for him to spill all he knew.
“Oliver Anderson Pettigrew. Mother, Noreen Pettigrew is the only sister of Patrick Pettigrew. Was briefly married to Robert Todd, but divorced before Oliver was born. Reasons abound as to why. Oliver himself is a bit of a tale. Always a loner, he never had many friends in school but he excelled at his work. He was eight when they bumped him up two grade levels. He graduated high school at the age of fifteen. Only person in Whisper Bay history to ever do that.”
“What? He’s our age. What, is he genius?” I mocked, folding a box in half and then again.
“Actually, yes he is.”
I looked at Sam in shock. I could feel my mouth hanging open and quickly shut it. “Are you serious?”
“As a heart attack my British cutie,” he teased and flicked my nose. He’d been calling me that since we first met and he heard me speak. I didn’t have an accent, though everyone told me I did. I sounded perfectly normal to me; it was everyone else who sounded strange.
“What else do you know?” I urged him, my interest piqued.
Sam smiled. “Why all the questions? You never get involved in this sort of thing,” he noted with a grin as he continued disassembling the cardboard boxes. “Or is it that you’re interested in little Ollie for other reasons?” he chortled.
“Of course not!” I immediately defended.
Oliver and me? I shuddered at the thought.
“I work with him every day and he barely speaks to me. I just want to know who Oliver is. Are you going to tell me what you know or not?”
Sam’s smile grew. “If you say so.” He folded another cardboard box, huffed and continued. “He and his mother live up at the old lighthouse on the point. She doesn’t come to town. Hasn’t for years. My cousin works at the market and he brings groceries out to her every week.”
He paused and I looked at him.
“He said he never sees her. It’s strange. She leaves a check in the mailbox and he leaves the items on the stoop.”
“That is weird. Is something wrong with her? Like some skin ailment or something that she’s trying to hide?” I asked as my mind tried to conceive a reason for such strange behavior.
“It is weird. Three weeks ago, my cousin said when he went to the house Ollie opened the door. He wouldn’t speak to my cousin either. He just handed him the check, took the food, and shut the door. Even when my cousin attempted to ask him questions about why he came back, he would not answer him. The guy is weird central.”
“Why did he come back?” This was what I wanted to know.
He shrugged and continued working on his stack of boxes. “No one knows for sure. I heard someone say he couldn’t hack it at that college of his. Someone else told me that they heard it was drugs.” He shot me a look. “You remember that guy who came by a few times? The one who was dressed in all black every time he came?”
I rifled through my memory. “Yeah. He came to see Oliver.”
Sam nodded. “From what I hear, he’s some drug guy or some degenerate, and he wasn’t coming to visit anyone but Ollie. Makes you wonder, doesn’t it?”
Indeed.
“I also heard Oliver had a nasty stepdad who knocked him about because he didn’t talk much. I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he had turned to drugs or something. Everyone needs to cope.”
I didn’t hear much after that. My mind was reeling with the news of Oliver’s stepfather. I knew what it was to have a father knock you about. Unlike Oliver, it hadn’t been my stepfather, but my father. Then he left. Many said it was for the best, but no matter how terrible he was, he was still my father. I loved him. Then he was gone. They always leave.
My eyes shot up as none other than Oliver stepped out the door. He looked at me and me at him. Then he did the strangest thing. He smiled at me. Then he was gone.

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â€œThe clan will die out without the integration of seed from a royal mortal.â€

â€œAlas, my fatherâ€¦â€

â€œThis is how it must be. We are, none of us, able to sire your heirs. Over time, our seed loses the power to procreate and every one hundred years, new blood and semen must be filtered into the children that follow.â€

â€œOh, Goddess above. Where will I go? Whenâ€¦?â€

â€œSoon, my child, soon.â€

â€œHow will I know, my father?â€

â€œYou will know, my child. Of this I am certain. Every female before you has prevailed to achieve their destiny. They return to fulfill their duties with a chosen mate. And life prevails again.â€

â€œYou must leave and return with your mate before your twentieth year.â€

â€œBut, Father, I am not yet eighteen. Why tell me now, when there is still so much time?â€

â€œBecause there is actually very little time. The alchemist has determined that I have few years left and you must be prepared almost immediately to assume supremacy.â€

â€œFather, whenâ€¦howâ€¦this is all too much!â€

â€œComport yourself with dignity, VeritÃ©. This is your destiny for which you have trained all your life. You are strong, independent, fierce. You are creative and fast, smart as any that have ruled before you. I have raised you as I would have my sons, had they lived. Now you must live for us all. You must be your woman, secure your mate, and return to become Queen Mother.â€

Who is Muffy Wilson in her own words?

I am a wife, mother, daughter and sister first and an author of provocative romance about love, sex, hope and passion second. I was born in Texas to traditional parents. With two older brothers, I was the youngest, the family "princess," indulged and pampered. My father was a career Colonel and pilot in the U.S. Air Force which required our family to travel extensively. I spent her formative years in Europe and 'came of age' in France (a state of affairs that gave my father much cause for concern one loooong summer on the Italian Riviera!) which forged my joie de vivre and love for books, writing and education.

~ Live, Laugh, Love with Passion

What is one thing you would like the world to remember you for?

I am a simple person. I would like to be remembered as a good person, loving wife and nurturing mother. I never met a stranger nor turned anyone away that needed help. And I have tried hard to learn from my mistakes but I am not always successful in that endeavor!

What got you into writing?

An old boyfriend from high school. We reconnected after all these years and he writes real estate self-help books. I took a significant departure from self-help to provocative romance.

Are you a full-time author or do you have a day job as well,

and if so, what do you do?

When I first started writing fiction in 2010, I was still working as a General Showroom Manager for Ethan Allan and then Robb & Stucky, both high-end furniture companies. I entered the world of real estate sales as well, but I have since retired and devote most of my free time to writing and anything that will keep me from doing any housework!!

Youâ€™ve written a lot of other books. Is Erotica the only genre you write in? And if yes, how do you keep doing it? I got bored after one bookâ€¦ How often do you need to take masturbation breaks (if any)?

OMG, that was funny! You surprised me with that one!! Actually, in the beginning most of what I wrote was short stories and I took plenty of masturbation breaks! Now my books are more story than sexual content. I get bored with the repetition and in truth, our lives do not revolve around sex but are complimented by it. What is more important is the human bondage that precedes a sexual liaison that I find most interesting. Like you, I have branched out but sex is still a fundamental part of the human condition after all, people are enigmas.

Finally, what can we expect and look forward from you in the future? Plug awayâ€¦

Last year was a very busy year from me. I worked very hard and produced a number of wonderful stories I was honored to have featured in several collections. I wrote several standalone features and a few series. Much of my new work has been a real leap of faith for me into the Paranormal and Sci-Fi-Shape Shifter genre. It has been fun and a real stretch for me. 2017 will prove to be an even bigger year for me as I have six books and collections releasing in the first six months. So, there will be plenty to look forward to in 2017.Check out my Amazon Author Page, Goodreads or my website.

Thank you so much for having me visit. This has been one of the most interesting interviews I think I have ever done! And fun, too. I so appreciate your thought provoking questions. Clearly you have read my work and you know how important that is to an author, that someone actually picks up our hard work and sits down to read it. It doesnâ€™t get any betterâ€™n that!

Blessings from Florida

Muffy, likened in style to one of the Bronte sisters and Anne Rice, is a USA Today, Amazon and Award-Winning Bestselling Author of provocative romance about love, sex, hope and passion. An American author of the popular Shadow Seduction Series (a paranormal love story) and the Ribbons of Moonlight Series (a contemporary romance), she has penned a dozen other books and anthology collections.

Muffy was born in Texas to traditional parents. With two older brothers, she was the youngest, the family "princess," indulged and pampered. Her father was a career Colonel and pilot in the U.S. Air Force which required the family to travel extensively. Muffy spent her formative years in Europe and 'came of age' in France which forged her joie de vivre and love for books and writing. Married and living in the tropical paradise of SW Florida along the Gulf Coast, Muffy writes and enjoys life in the sun with her husband and wee Havanese pup, Burt.

Join Muffy's mailing list to get the scoop on her new releases and special promotions at www.MuffyWilson.com. Follow her on Facebook at facebook.com/wilsonmuffy or /MuffyWilson.com and on Twitter at @SexyMuffyWilson. Muffy also blogs daily here: http://muffywilson.blogspot.com ~ Contact Muffy at Muffy@MuffyWilson.com. ~ Live, Laugh, Love with Passion

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4/21/2017

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Fun, Sci-Fi & Mayhem! The Darziods' Stone by @RichardSmithTT #ASMSG #BookBoost #RPBP

4/15/2017

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A special stone hidden in a quiet cove in Cornwall more than 200 years ago, is the object of a desperate search by two opposing factions. When Harry and his school friends discover a code whilst holidaying in the cove, they assume it will lead them to hidden treasure. But dark forces, with seemingly supernatural powers, are working against them. The teenagers soon find themselves caught up in a deadly battle, and will be lucky to escape with their lives, let alone get their hands on the treasure.

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When the school summer trip to Blackpool gets cancelled, Harry's parents offer to include Harry's friends in their trip to Tredock Cove in Cornwall. Amelia, Mitch and Asad are grateful - Cornwall will be great and even if it isn't as great as Blackpool, anything is better than being stuck at home, right? Ryan is less convinced. He's not the most open-minded of boys and he sincerely believes that Cornwall is full of carrot-crunchers. But he goes along anyway, even if it is reluctantly. Even Ryan doesn't want to be left at home by himself.

And it doesn't take long for the quiet break in Cornwall to turn into something much more exciting - and frightening. The kids find a secret code and become convinced that cracking it will lead them to hidden treasure. And it might well do, but the code will also lead them to something much more dangerous... because as readers of The Darziods' Stone will already know, thanks to a prologue dating back to 1798, Tredock Cove was once the scene of something very sinister indeed. A ship returning from the Napoleonic wars once stopped off there. Its captain and boatswain were murdered and the rest of the crew disappeared, never to be found. The world never knew this but an experiment conducted by a band of prisoner alchemists, led by the evil de Richlieu, was to blame.
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He sighed with the weight of a world war taken off his shoulders...New Release from @SybilShae! #Romance #TimeTravel #RPBP

4/7/2017

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If you love toe-curling, heart-stopping, fast-paced eager romance, spanning time and overcoming obstacles, you will love this first release and introduction of Sybil Shae to the world of publishing.
Fall in love all over again, and again, because you will not be able to put this book down until you have embraced every word. And when you do? You’ll pick it up to read it again. Yes, it’s that good for what is better for the soul than a timeless romance? What feeds hope more than love?"

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A picture, they say, is worth a thousand words....

Could it be worth a thousand life times?

Introducing a new Spicy Romance novella,

Timing Is Everything: Origin Of The Journal

by Sybil Shae!

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A young woman is given a gift from her grandmother that turns out to be much more than what it appears to be.

Is your past, really your past at all?

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Chapter One

A picture, they say, is worth a thousand words; except, of course when it isn’t. Tom Collins, the top photographer for National Geographic last year made better than a million dollars. That averages out to about two thousand dollars per usable picture he took. Pierre Marcoullier over at Vogue brought in something comparable. These guys are artists and adventurers at the top of their field, but they’d be the first to tell you that the value in a picture has to do with a lot more than lighting and shadow and perspective. A photo of your dead grandfather at his eightieth birthday might not even make the local newspaper, but if it’s one of only a few photos that exist of the man because he was shy, then for your family it’s literally priceless. Likewise, some of the classic photos that we have of historical figures or events are of really poor quality, but because they record something that’s part of our collective history, Lincoln at Gettysburg, say, or the “Tank Man” at Tiananmen Square, they’re worth more than money can buy. Most photos, though, literally 99.9% of those ever taken are not worth anything on their own, either based on artistic merit or historical significance. But in the hands of the right marketer and designer, they’re solid gold.

That’s what I do—I deploy photographs for advertising purposes at a major Manhattan marketing firm. Most of the photos I wind up using are not taken by professionals, or at least no one more professional than might have taken your senior picture; they’re uploaded to PBase or Flickr or any of a couple hundred other image databases, and if they’re copyrighted then we pay twenty-five or fifty or a hundred bucks a pic. But then, with a little careful editing and some clever design work, that picture helps to make my clients millions. Of course, we do use some professional photographers, and if I can’t find just the right image after hours of looking I might commission a shoot or take a few shots myself, but most of what I do is look at what other people have done and imagine how it can be used for some purpose they could never have dreamed of when they did it.

That is, I suppose, why at Christmastime last year my grandma gave me the scrapbook. Now I know what you’re thinking and I was too, I’m about as far away from a scrapbooking grandmother as they come, but Grandma had something of the artist’s eye and the marketer’s spirit in her too—she’d designed the endcaps and window displays at Gimbel’s for years—and she understood, at least in principle, what it was I was trying to do. So, after the regular family gift exchange, and the obligatory large meal, while most everyone else was catching an afternoon nap, she called me into her bedroom.

“Kelly,” she said, patting the bed beside her and speaking in a conspiratorial whisper. “I’ve got something else for you, but I didn’t want to do it in front of the rest of the family.”

I nodded my head and closed the door, then darted over to the bed with perhaps just a little too much glee.

“What is it, Gran?” She’d done things like this before, but it was mostly concerning my quirky sense of fashion or what my painfully conventional mother had always called an “artistic temperament”.

She held out a bundle wrapped in old butcher paper and tied up with twine. I looked at her skittishly and rolled my eyes but she just smirked and waved for me to open it up. Inside was, as I said, a scrapbook; well, I suppose it was something like a pre-scrapbook. It was a simple leather-bound journal, obviously with some age on it, and I could see from the way the pages bulged that there were photos pasted or clipped or taped inside. I looked at her again asking a question with my eyes, and she answered in kind, indicating I should open it up.

Inside the front page sat a single photo, centered more or less perfectly, and clearly pasted to the paper. It showed a simple little cottage which had clearly been built in two sections; the roof over one side appeared to be thatch, the other was corrugated iron. Standing out front were three young women: the eldest appeared to be about sixteen, while the others were probably fourteen and twelve. The younger girls were in plain dresses, probably homemade; one had a kerchief on her head, and the other had taken it off and tied it around her neck. Between the two, her arms around their shoulders was the eldest girl, looking very mature in a skirt-suit and hat, her hair stylishly done beneath and a prim little purse in one hand hanging off of the younger girl’s shoulder. Beneath was a caption which in neat, handwritten cursive simply read, “Leaving Home, 1945” and beneath it, “Clifden, Co. Galway, Ireland”.

“That was the day I left home,” she said. “I actually added that one later, after your Aunt Mickaela sent the photo by post. International mail used to take ages back in those days.”

I nodded my head absently as I turned the page. Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw.

There’s a famous picture of a sailor kissing a nurse out in front of Radio City Music Hall on V-J Day. It’s iconic and is shown in most World War II documentaries and such. Like a lot of the photos I mentioned before, it’s artistic value is questionable: the couple are slightly off-center, his hand is obscuring almost all of her face, it’s not clear if she’s really into it (she wasn’t as it turned out, but his enthusiasm was probably understandable); but it captured a moment in history unlike any other, and the enthusiasm on the sailor’s face is attractive to us still today, so it seems to work.

Sitting there, on the second page of my grandma’s old scrapbook was the Irish version of that same image. They were out in front of a Dunne’s Department Store, I thought I might’ve even recognized it from my trips back home with Gran. The man was wearing a British military uniform, but that wasn’t unusual given Irish neutrality during the war. The woman was not wearing a nurse’s uniform, but in fact the same skirt-suit as in the previous picture. And the most startling thing of all was not that she was kissing a man just back from the war, nor even that the man wasn’t may grandad (he had fought but was already living over here), but that she was doing the kissing.

“Gran!” I cried out in a stage whisper. “Who is this?”

She giggled to herself. “I haven’t the foggiest idea! I didn’t at the time either. But when I arrived at the port at Cobh to take my passage to America, there was a ship arriving with soldiers left to help clean up in France after the war. Most had been gone for three or four years; many had families waiting for them, everyone was kissing, and I saw this poor fella all by his lonesome, and I figured he deserved at least as warm a homecoming as the rest.” She flushed slightly.

I looked back and forth between her and the picture. “But where did you get this one from? Surely your sisters didn’t send this too”

“Ah, Gawd no!” She laughed to herself. “No, I went off to Cobh by myself; mother said it would be easier that way. No, I found this in a back copy of the Irish Times they were using to wrap fish and chips at the AOH Hall where I met your Granddad.”

I laughed, beginning to flip through the book more generally. “Hang on here, Gran,” I said. “The captions stop.”

Now the real grin came out. I knew when she got that twinkle in her eye that she was up to something, and she could barely suppress her delight.

“That’s the whole point. At first I was going to try and document my journey to America, how I made my life here, and how I built my family. But then, after I saw that picture in the old newspaper, I saw how my life could have been different. So I started collecting pictures that didn’t fit; any shot that showed a turning point or time where life went one way but could have gone another. And when your Granddad or the kids would drive me too nuts, or the work at Gimbel’s would just seem too much, I’d pull this out and indulge in a little fantasizing.”

“And what did Grandpa think of all this?”

She chuckled to herself. “He never knew.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?”

She bobbed her head like a doll on a dashboard. “Absolutely. I kept no other secrets from your grandad. I was faithful to him for more than sixty years. But to keep the peace in our relationship I kept this scrapbook and every couple of months I’d pull this out and spend an afternoon just…imagining.”

I was moved, not only by the gift but by her trust in me. Impulsively I leaned forward and hugged her tight. She grunted slightly.

“Thank you, Gran.” I let her go and sat back. I looked down at the book. “What do you want me to do with it? Add my own pictures?”

Gran shook her head. “Of course not. Do what you do?”

“What I do?”

“What is it you call it?” She gave me that smirk again. “Deploy the pictures?”

“You want me to use them in ads?”

“If you can make any money off of them, then they’ll have done us both some good. If not, at least use them as I did, to imagine…other things.” Her voice lilted at the end and we laughed over it together.

I reached forward and hugged her again. This time, as we released, she leaned forward and gave me a kiss on the forehead.

“I love you, Dearie.”

“I love you too, Gran.”

And that was the last time we ever spoke. She was dead by the New Year.

The Author

Sitting in a chair, at a desk with headphones on, typing away...

That’s where you’ll find Sybil Shae most days. She loses track of time and reality as she dives into her romance world, becoming one with her characters and growing with them as they appear through words on the tablet screen in concert with the imagery of a fool’s paradise we all visit in our dreams.

Sybil Shae writes romance, both spicy romance reads and clean reads. She feels it, breathes it, and has built her world around it. Love is at the center of all things.

Welcome to Sybil’s world.

Sybil Shae DOES NOT write Erotica by any means, even the Spicy parts aren't as spicy as most others on the market. She writes with Love as the central plot rather than adult content.

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When death steps in...

Committed and compassionate intensive care nurse, Rachel O'Dea will do anything to save her patients. But when she loses a kind and loving man whom she forged a fatherly relationship with, Rachel unravels.

...or so everyone thinks.

The calm and soothing voices Rachel hears and the apparitions she sees are of the deceased man and his late wife as they navigate and persuade her to make important choices in her life, leading her right where she's supposed to be.

Free clinic doctor, Devon Jameson, needs more hands on deck. He can't possibly handle all the medical cases alone. When Rachel walks in, volunteering her services, he knows he has no choice other than to take her on board as she proves her worth when a pediatric trauma is left on his doorstep and thereâ€™s no one else to assist. As the two begin working together, their lives intertwine and the attraction intensifies. Scarred deeply by their past and their pain, Rachel and Devon begin a future only angels could predict.

Rachel walked over to the young Latino woman and waited for her to open the glass before speaking. â€œHi, Iâ€™m here to see Dr. Jameson.â€

â€œThe doctor is busy,â€ she said pushing a clipboard forward. â€œFill this out and Iâ€™ll call your name when itâ€™s your turn,â€ she said in heavily accented English, and turned her attention back to her nails.

â€œSorry, no,â€ Rachel said. â€œYou misunderstand.â€ She glanced at the womanâ€™s nametag. â€œMaria, Iâ€™m not here for an appointment. Iâ€™m, er, a friend of Dr. Jamesonâ€™s.â€ The lie poured off her tongue and she gripped the shoulder strap of her purse praying she wouldnâ€™t be sent away.

Mariaâ€™s hand stilled and she lifted a brow. â€œThe doctor has no friends.â€ The clinicâ€™s phone began to ring, but she ignored it.

Gee, I wonder why almost spilled from Rachelâ€™s mouth but she caught herself just in time. Not for the first time she wondered how Seamus had spawned the devil himself.

â€œMaria,â€ Devonâ€™s harsh voice yelled out. â€œAnswer that damn phone already.â€

â€œIâ€™m busy,â€ Maria replied sweetly, loud enough to be heard in the back. She glanced at Rachel. A sly smile curved her lips. â€œTalking to your friend.â€

â€œI donâ€™t have any friends,â€ he said coming around the corner.

â€œSee?â€ Maria said with a careless shrug, going back to her nails once more. â€œI told you.â€

Awesome. Just fucking awesome. Rachel wanted to crawl under a rock and die. Get lost in the Sahara Desert with no water in 150 degree heat. Or be left in shark-infested waters with no life raft. Be anywhere but here. You owe me, Seamus.

â€œWhat the hell are you doing here?â€ he demanded.

â€œIâ€¦ ah,â€ Rachel cleared her throat. Fuck my life. Why had she let Seamus talk her into this again? Oh yes. He didnâ€™t want his body in a cold steel box. If what the ghost had said was true and he wasnâ€™t just her overactive imagination playing tricks on her. Damn it. Devon was going to see reason. She steeled her shoulders and lifted her chin. â€œI need to talk to you.â€ She glanced at Maria. â€œIn private,â€ she added.

â€œYou knock her up or something, Doc? Cuz thereâ€™s only one reason a woman comes in here looking that way. Like sheâ€™s going to tell you about the little bun in her oven.â€

â€œWhat? No!â€ Rachel and Devon said in unison.

The horror Rachel felt mustâ€™ve been written all over her face, because Devon scowled and Maria just laughed. Heat flamed Rachelâ€™s cheeks.

â€œYou get five minutes,â€ he said harshly and turned on his heal.

Maria motioned with her nail file. â€œGo through that door, chica. Turn left and youâ€™ll find the doctor. Good luck,â€ she said with a wink. â€œI hope itâ€™s a girl. Another boy with that manâ€™s temper? No bueno.â€ She tsked.

Hi, Iâ€™m Kathleen and Iâ€™m going to be your nurse tonight. How are you feelingâ€”Oh! Oops! Wrong job, LOL. I really do need to remember to try and delete â€œOopsâ€ from my vocabulary. Doesnâ€™t really inspire confidence in a patient when that word pops out of my mouthâ€”which is way too often. JI am so very happy to be here. Thank you for the invitation to get out of my scrubs and chill for a bit.

How long have you been a writer and how did you come to writing?

I was first published back in 2008, but Iâ€™ve always written stories.

How did you come up with this storyline?

Ha! I was just talking about this tonight at work. Iâ€™d actually started this manuscript back in 2007 and shelved it. The idea had originally came on a night where one of my patients had passed away. I canâ€™t remember if we had coded him or if it was a case where we withdrew care.

When a patient dies, we remove all the invasive lines and tubes, bathe the body, put glasses and dentures in place and then bag the body for the morgue. I donâ€™t know if anyone has ever seen a dead body up closeâ€”and Iâ€™m not talking about a viewing in a mortuary where the person looks like theyâ€™re sleeping.

Well on this particular night as I was going about doing post mortem care and my mind started with the â€œwhat ifâ€ questions. I couldnâ€™t get the patientâ€™s mouth to close around his dentures and they kept sliding out. So then Iâ€™m wondering What if he is standing beside me as Iâ€™m doing this watching me and shaking his head at my failure to get the dentures in place properly? What if I could actually see and talk to him and he gave me advice? What if I saw his ghost and just freaked the Fâ€”ck out? LOL

What are the best and the worst aspects of writing?

Some of the best aspects of writing is all the really great friendships Iâ€™ve made over the years. Iâ€™ve learned so much and have grown tremendously as a writer thanks to the support of the writing community and am so grateful.

The worst aspectâ€¦ probably all of the promotional work that goes into a book release. Trying to get the word spread about your book is really hard. There are so many great authors out there and standing up and shouting to the world â€œRead Mine!!!â€ seems a bit ridiculous. LOL But Iâ€™m learningâ€¦

What inspires you to write?

Working critical care can be extremely depressing. Helping people who suffer with horrendous illnesses or have been involved in tragic accidents can chip away at a personâ€™s spirit. I love happily ever aftersâ€”who doesnâ€™t? Writing is a wonderful escape for me.

How did you conduct your research for Chicks Dig Scars?

Iâ€™ve been a nurse for 23 years, so you can say Iâ€™ve been â€œresearchingâ€ all of my adult life!

What are 3 of your favorite quotes from Chicks Dig Scars?

Maybe this whole Iâ€™m your dead patient and Iâ€™m going to haunt you thing is growing on me.

â€œChrist, Iâ€™m losing my mind. Iâ€™m yelling at a dead man.â€

â€œThereâ€™s sex in the afterlife?â€

Any more Favorites from Chicks Dig Scars?

Yes! The scene where Devonâ€™s receptionist thinks Rachel is knocked up. See below:

â€œGo through that door, chica. Turn left and youâ€™ll find the doctor. Good luck,â€ she said with a wink. â€œI hope itâ€™s a girl. Another boy with that manâ€™s temper? No bueno.â€ She tsked.

â€œIâ€™m not pregnant!â€ Rachel insisted.

What would your friends say is your best quality?

That I have a lot of drive...

Are reader reviews important to you? Why?

Important? Hmmmâ€¦ I do love hearing from readers, but I donâ€™t write for the reviews. I write for me.

What do you do when you donâ€™t write? Like in â€œReal Lifeâ€

Work. I have four kids to get through college. Two are in college and 3^rd kiddo starts in the fall. When Iâ€™m off, my husband and I have season baseball and football tickets, go to concerts, I bakeâ€”of courseâ€”and thereâ€™s lots of mandatory education required for my job as a flight nurse.

Tell us about your other books?

Besides Chicks Dig Scars, I currently have 4 titles available: The first two books of my Dating Series~Dating 911 & Dating Impossible; The Doctorâ€™s Deception; Sex Is The Best Medicine, and Diary of A Naughty Nurse. All of these are contemporary romances with action packed medical drama, humor and

steamy enough to fog your glasses!

Full time nurse, amateur cake baker, writer, and zombie obsessed, Kathleen draws a lot from the real-life medical drama she experiences as a RN for her novels. Writing romance is a creative outlet where she can effectively deal with the daily stress and sorrow, adding levity and humor to situations that provide a happily ever after when there isn't one. She has recently discovered the fantastic world of air ambulance after 20+ years of working critical care in the hospital and relishes her role as a flight nurse!

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