It’s my birthday!By Bronwen Evans
I’ve turned another year older this week and I confess that I almost forgot! And no wise cracks about forgetting because I'm getting old.
It’s hard for me to forget, or perhaps I should say it’s bad when I forget, because I’m a twin. So it’s not just my birthday and I definitely have to get a present for my sister, Leigh.
I have my friend to thank for alerting me to our birthday.
I had a lovely day out yesterday with my best friend, Alison. She’s house hunting and I love going in and looking at other people’s homes. So when she asked if I’d come along, I quickly said yes.
Anyway, afterwards she gave me a card and I thought that’s a bit over the top, giving me a card for helping her house hunt, and I sort of looked blankly at her. She laughed and said, “Have you forgotten it’s your birthday on Wednesday.“ By golly I had. I usually do forget when Easter falls in the way.
So, to celebrate my birthday week (I always have a week) I’m giving away an eBook copy of To
Henry St. Giles, the Earl of Cravenswood, longs to find his soul mate. Now that his two best friends, both reformed rakes, are happily married, the need becomes an obsession. When they challenge him to find a wife by the end of the season or marry his neighbor, the innocently alluring Lady Amy Shipton, he can’t believe his luck. He wins, either way. But a darkened garden, a case of mistaken identity, a drunken kiss, and a dropped emerald earring, leads Henry on a Cinderella hunt. He knows the woman he held in his arms could be the one he's searched for all his life. He just has to find her.
Lady Amy Shipton is determined to marry for love instead of sharing her husband like her mother did. So why did she let her handsome neighbor and romantic fantasy, the Sinful Saint as he's called for his bedroom prowess, seduce her in his garden? And what can she do when in the middle of their passionate encounter; he whispers another woman's name. Now Henry is hunting the owner of the earring Amy left behind, and she's determined to retrieve it before her identity is revealed. She's not about to give her father the ammunition he desperately wants to force her down the aisle.
I confess that since I can’t have Hugh Jackman, I’d love a new lemon tree in a nice big pot for my courtyard. My current lemon tree has sadly died and I miss not being able to pick lemons when I want them, especially with winter coming on. I love hot lemon and honey drinks.