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Saturday, September 17, 2022

Creating Community as a Character in Our Books ... M. Lee Prescott

 

“Community is the single most important factor in learner-centered classrooms.” (Carol Avery)

Hello,

It’s Mary Lee (alias M. Lee Prescott) saying hello. The quote above is from my life as a teacher (retired in June 2021). Creating a community in one’s classroom is critical if a teacher wishes to build trust among all stakeholders – adults and children – and encourage the kind of risk taking that allows learning to thrive. You might be asking yourself—why in a writer’s blog, is she writing about teaching and classrooms? The answer is simple creating a supportive, nurturing community where my characters live is at the heart of most of my fiction. Certainly, community is, indeed, a main character in all four of my series. I thought in this post, I tell you a little about these communities. Perhaps you’ll come and visit someday?

The Morgan’s Run books are set in the southwestern United States in the fictional town of Saguaro Valley. An orographic effect characterized by unusual cloud formations and abundant moisture has created this extraordinary green valley that lies between two mountain ranges, vast deserts beyond.

Home to six thousand residents—ranchers, farmers, entrepreneurs, and others – much of the land is owned by a few wealthy ranchers, Ben Morgan among them, who take their stewardship seriously, providing livelihoods and support to every resident. The undiscovered valley mostly remains isolated in its pristine beauty and agricultural abundance, except when the occasional movie star arranges a pack trip up into the mountains. Saguaro Valley is a place where everyone knows everyone and takes care of everyone. If you’re in danger, trouble or need, you are never alone. Many beloved characters leave home and return, to heal, to find love, and to raise their families. Others spread their wings and move east as do two of the Morgan sons, Sam, an architect to Maryland and Kyle, a veterinarian, to Horseshoe Crab Cove, a New England town that is home to the Morgan’s Fire community (see below!).

In this spin-off series to Morgan’s Run, readers come to the village of Horseshoe Crab Cove, home to Ben Morgan’s younger brother. Formerly a world traveler and longtime Maine resident, Richard purchases a five hundred acre property, where he builds an enormous farmhouse, barns, stables and eventually a winery. Richard is also an investor in Field and Field, a farm-to-table restaurant on the property, created and run by his son-in-law.

The community encompasses several small seaside towns, Horseshoe Crab Cove at its center. On tiny Main Street, with its shops and restaurants, is a garden space, Laura’s Community Garden, started by Richard’s daughter, Pam in memory of her mother. There in the four acre plot, residents come to plant, grow, and share the fruits of their collective labors. Horseshoe Crab Cove is also home to the Darn Yarners, a group of eight women in their sixties, friends for over four decades, who support each other, each other’s families, and the village proper. Over the years the Yarners have raised money for parks and other civic projects, their fellowship intricately woven into the fabric of village life. Like Saguaro Valley, no one in Horseshoe Crab Cove is alone and the close community provides a safe, loving place for longtime residents and newcomers like Kyle Morgan, who follows his wife Harriet, daughter on a Darn Yarner, to town. When, at age fifty, Joe O’Leary leaves the priesthood, he, too, comes to the village to learn how to live outside the confines of the church. 

Village of Old Harbor, a coastal village with a Quaker school at its center, seems like just another sleepy town, where murders happen a little too regularly! Born and raised in the area, Detective Roger Demaris, and his team, along with his former schoolmate and high school girlfriend, art teacher Bess Dore, explore the worlds beneath the town and school’s placid surfaces uncovering unimaginable evil. Despite its aura of tranquility, this is a sometimes fractured community, infiltrated by outsiders bent on dredging up the past, wreaking havoc on the present, and changing the course of the future for the residents of Old Harbor. There is, however, a core of community resilience that prevails and triumphs over the darkness—thank goodness!

Finally—there are the communities traversed by private investigator, Ricky Steele. When not chasing criminals at a snobby boarding school or helping a friend find her husband’s killer in the exclusive, coastal town of Windy Harbor, Ricky prowls the mean streets of Spindle City, trailing errant spouses, and mingling with sex workers and drug lords. All of these communities have an identity that shape Ricky’s often bumbling, but heartfelt investigating style. Her office is in one of the old granite mills that populate the landscape of Spindle City. These behemoths, left over from the city’s heyday as a thriving textile manufacturing hub, reflect the gritty strength of the community and its denizens.

The above notwithstanding, the community readers love more than those mentioned, is where Ricky lives—the Grove. There in her ticky-tacky beach cottage, she is surrounded by friends and neighbors like Maddie and Fulton, the deaf octogenarians to the east, who keep the canapes and cocktails coming, and Vinnie to the west, a dear friend who helps with carpentry, security, underworld information, and cat sitting. The Grove also draws to its community, Dr. Charlie Bowen, who renovates a waterfront property around the corner, while wooing the independent Ricky. Will love win out? Time will tell.

So… is “community” synonymous with setting? Are they the same? I would answer no, but I could be persuaded either way. As author, community unfolds in my stories as the living, breathing manifestation of setting. Community allows characters to take risks to dare to be themselves, to grow, to develop, to thrive. Is this the same as setting? Hmm… You be the judge!

Great blogging with you! I love to hear from readers and writers so please be in touch anytime.

Warm wishes,

Mary Lee


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Saturday, March 26, 2022

Romance in Every Day Moments ... M. Lee Prescott

“Kindness in words creates confidence. Kindness in thinking creates profoundness. Kindness in giving creates love.”  Lao Tzu

Hi, I’m Mary Lee, writing as M. Lee Prescott, author of mysteries, romances – contemporary and western -- four series and a bunch of single titles. Two of the series are contemporary romances-- Morgan’s Run, Morgan’s Fire and two are mystery series—Ricky Steele Mysteries (humorous, 1st person, woman PI) and the Roger and Bess Mysteries (small village, cozy). Whether a mystery or romance, my stories are about how people in communities from the southwest to New England nurture and support one another. I try to write characters with whom I would like spend time. That way I can be pretty sure readers will want to hang out with them too. Not that there aren’t a few villains along the way, but they never win out in the end.





If I look at it “broadly,” romance is present in almost everything I write. I love the “turn” when something shifts. Where a character’s anger, frustration, fear, queasiness or host of other negative emotions soften and change because of who they are, who they’re with, and how they approach the world. There is a kind of romance present in most human interactions that is palpable as in this chance encounter from Lady Love, my newest Ricky Steele adventure.

My martini days are over. It’s amazing what eight ounces of straight gin with a few ice cubes and a splash of tonic will do to a body not accustomed to drinking hard liquor. I slid out of bed with a pounding headache and queasy stomach. Yoga and inverted poses definitely out! I headed out for a short run that ended with me retching on the sand. 

            I had no sooner stood up, kicking sand over the vomit when Carter the moose dog leapt onto my chest and knocked me over. “Carter, no!” Charlie called, running forward to grab his leash.

            Figures, the man I barely knew, but with whom I was already madly in love. I groaned, rolling over and standing shakily, my entire body covered with sand.  “Morning.” I gave him a wan smile.

            “I am really sorry,” he said, stepping on Carter’s leash as he helped brush sand off my back.

            “No worries. I’m a little under the weather so I wasn’t prepared for him.” I patted Carter’s enormous head. “Good boy.”

            “No he isn’t. What’s wrong? Are you sick?”

            I vainly attempted to tamp down my hair and straighten my clothes. “I’m guessing it’s a hangover. I don’t do well with hard liquor.”

            He grinned, his hand still on my shoulder. “Most people don’t.”

                                                (Lady Love, in progress) 


I’ve discovered that writing in multiple genres at the same time brings resonance and clarity to the “romance” in each. For example, as I plug away at the fifth book in the Ricky Steele mysteries I am also writing the eighth sweet and spicy Morgan’s Fire romance. The first explores dark deeds and hidden dangers yet love still finds its way in. The second takes place in a small village where everyone watches out for each other. The tone and backdrops may shift dramatically, but love and romance anchor the characters in both books informing me, as the author, in how it’s done and the importance of getting characters’ caring and passion for one another right. 

   

            Drawing her back from her remembering, Ben reached for her. “Hey, beautiful, good morning.”

            “Hey, yourself.”

            “Penny for your thoughts.”

            “Well, if you must know, I was thinking back to Stanford and the first time I set eyes on a certain handsome cowboy.”

            He chuckled. “Country bumpkin next to Ms. Bel Air Sophisticate.”

            “Yet you still managed to sweep me off my feet and carry me off to the valley you couldn’t stop talking about.”

            “Desperate times require desperate measures. ’Sides, I was afraid if I stopped talking, you’d get bored and walk away. The Valley was the only topic I could say more than two syllables about.”

“Well, we know that’s not true. Desperate?”

Couldn’t imagine livin’ another day without you .”

            “And, now here we are. Forty years later.”

“Blink of an eye, darlin’. Wouldn’t change a second.”

“Nor would I,” she said, smiling as she slid down beside him.

“That’s more like it.” He kissed her as he drew her into his arms.

“Mmm,” she said. “Someone’s perky this morning.”

                                                            (A Valley Christmas, 2020)

                    


Without love, why bother reading on? Love transforms ordinary events, scenes or situations, hooking the reader and drawing them closer. Love can be ironic, generous, forgiving or a host of other things. While my romance novels have a central couple as focus, I find writing about sibling love particularly powerful. And don’t get me started on parental and grandparental love! Below is a quick snapshot of two Morgan siblings meeting for the first time in many years. 

       

            Ben found his sister in the largest washing room, hunched over a pump, wrench in one hand, hammer in the other. 

            She noted his presence but stayed focused on her task. “Heard you were back.”

            Of all the Morgans, Beth most closely resembled her older brother. She had Ben’s angular jaw, chestnut hair, and lean, lanky build. Her eyes were the same dark chestnut, arresting if one was caught in their gaze. Her fiancé, Bill was fond of saying that those eyes had stopped him in his tracks the first time he spied her in his Biology 101 class. Today, Beth’s jeans were caked with mud and her flannel shirt soaked through. She swore as the wrench slipped from her grasp and clattered to the cement floor. 

            “Want some help?”

            “Yeah, right.”

            “Sarcasm doesn’t become you, sister of mine.  You forget I have an engineering degree.”

            She straightened up, met her brother eye to eye, and held out the wrench and hammer.  “Okay, Surfer Boy.  Knock yourself out.”

            “No hug?”

            “Let’s see how the pump project works out first.”  Ben gave her a look and Beth laughed, extending her arms.  “Oh, what the heck.  A little incentive won’t hurt.”

            As he folded her into his arms, Ben felt her stiffen. Touching was not Beth’s thing.

            “Good to have you home. Mom and Dad must have gone crazy when you walked in. You’ve always been their favorite, you know.” She pulled up a stool. “This I gotta see.”

                          Ben stooped to his task, quickly ascertaining the
             problem.

                                                                         (Emma’s Dream, 2015)

 

In your face, understated, implied, or red hot, love and romance really are everywhere! I hope that is true in your life too! Happy spring!

M. Lee



After a scorching divorce, Tom Jacobi is left burned, the ashes of his life scattered all around him. Attempting to heal, he leaves his home in Montana and comes to Saguaro Valley. There he settles into a job as assistant manager at the magnificent Valley Stables surrounded by rough cowboys, prized thoroughbreds and wild mustangs. When he meets Grace McGraw the roughhewn, yet carefully sheltered world, he has created is softened, the fires of anguish quenched by love.            

A Saguaro Valley native, Grace is consumed by the day-to-day care of her alcoholic father and her struggles to keep their family hardware store running. Then a tall, lanky wrangler walks into her life and changes everything, stealing her heart and lightening her load. Tom offers strength, comfort, and courage supporting her in ways she never thought possible. Join the Morgans and their valley community in book twelve of Morgan”s Run and witness the unfolding of Grace and Tom’s sweet, but also white hot love story!

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Tuesday, October 15, 2019

Everyday Heroines Who Make Life Special... by Delsora Lowe


The world is filled with heroes and heroines, many famous, but most ordinary people like you and me. Those people who plod through daily life, working jobs, taking care of families, and volunteering in their community. The unsung heroes and heroines of the world. Every now and then, one does something extraordinary enough to be called out to the world as a heroic figure
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I have many personal heroines. Some I’ve mentioned, like my aunt who was an actress, WWII pilot, as well as a journalist and a ghost hunter, to name a few of her occupations that made her interesting. But her most heroic deed, was taking her nieces under her wing, as a second mother, since she had no children of her own. Every year I sent her a Mother’s Day card. I’ve talked about her in other blogs, so know that she will always be my heroine.
My heroine, Aunt Virginia. 
     But today I’m going to talk about fictional heroines.
As writers of romance, we write about heroines and heroes every day. We share their insecurities. Show their faults. Build their redeeming qualities so that those characters around them want to share a life with them. And we show all they go through to find and believe in love.
They might not be the people who make the front page or the evening news, but they are heroines to the people they love and those who love them.

The heroines I write about are superwomen in their own worlds. No, I don’t write paranormal or fantasy. I write contemporary. My heroines are ordinary mortals, who don’t do anything more than most of us do in daily life. But my goal as a writer is to make each heroine in my stories, someone readers can relate to. That someone who will mirror the heroine (or hero) within each reader.

Not only do I want readers to relate to my characters, but I want readers to see in themselves that the ordinary things they do in life are heroic.

Lynette Mercer, the heroine in The Rancher Needs a Wife, is an ordinary woman. She’s a widow of a war hero, a single mom, a business owner, a daughter, and a friend. I won’t give away her little acts of heroism, but I'll give you a few clues. Know they have to do with caring for her daughter and a family who has befriended her in her new town. She’s also a heroine to a woman who has drifted for the last few years and needs a friend and a job. She cares for each person she touches in different ways.

Cue in a frantic bride (hint: heroine from book one) in need of a dress and wedding planning.

Our heroine helping her new friend make a wedding dress.
            Cue in a serious and sometimes controlling (in that annoying, protective way) cowboy rancher, who, yes, is a hero.

Lynette gives poor Carter a run for his money, especially when he goes into protective mode.
           Cue in a new lingerie shop in a ranching town where ranching women are excited to have a bit of frill in their lives, and strong cowboys fear to tread.

A lingerie ladies night at Lynette’s shop, the Pink Petunia.
All of the above are the little, everyday ways my heroine helps others in her new home town.

To me, the qualities of a heroine are women who are true to themselves. As we all know, in true life and our stories, this is part of growth for every individual, and part of the story arc for each of our main characters. A heroine must face problems (and in our books, we tend to throw a lot of problems at our heroines.) The more problems, the more the story holds the attention of readers. And…the more fun we have developing a character.

As I’m writing this, I have a favorite Hallmark movie on in the background. Cooking with Love is full of character development. Watching movies and reading books, for both writers and readers, is a great way to not only be drawn into another world, but an opportunity to study what challenges can be thrown at characters to make them stronger.

In the scene of the movie where the hero goes over the heroine’s head at work, then gives a lofty and somewhat cavalier apology, the heroine responds with an absolutely-no-problem type of response. As a viewer, one has to wonder why she is buckling under, until the scene progresses, and she, without apology, proves she also has gone over his head to get him back on track. The look on the hero’s face and his actions are one of I’ve just been one-upped. And that look gives the heroine courage to find her own voice, gain respect, and become a success at work. And, of course, they fall sweetly in love.

In a scene in my new book (releasing on October 20), Lynette proves to Carter that she’s not just an overly feminine, “too pink,” kind of woman, but a woman who just might have the qualities of a rancher’s wife. Loyal. Hardworking. Cares about family and work. Knows how to show love.

Cue in plumbing is not woman’s work. Note: the hero comes to the rescue to fix a sink, but, ta-da, the heroine has everything under control.
Finding a photo or clip art of a female plumber turned into an impossible endeavor. The only females associated with plumbing were on ads for a school recruiting underrepresented women plumbers and one for a plumbing company which showed a woman sitting by a sink with her palm plastered against the side of her forehead in an “Oh, what will I do?” pose. Hence the need for heroines who can plumb.
Lynette might not be a heroine in the eyes of the world that is conditioned to look for overly heroic deeds, but she is a hero in the life of her daughter. And she will prove she can be a heroine to Carter with her words, actions, and good deeds.

Of course, as an author, all my heroine’s traits mimic those of the real-life, every day heroines who are part of my family, and my work and community life.

Who, like my aunt, is the real-life heroine in your world? And what words, actions, and good deeds does your heroine do to show her heroic side?

~ cottages to cabins ~ keep the home fires burning ~
Delsora Lowe writes small town sweet romances and contemporary westerns from the mountains of Colorado to the shores of Maine.

Author of the Starlight Grille series, Serenity Harbor Maine novellas, and the Cowboys of Mineral Springs series, Lowe has also authored short romances for Woman’s World magazine.

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Saturday, October 1, 2016

Western Time Travel Romance by Peggy L. Henderson

Thank you so much for inviting me to kick off time travel romance month!  I write western time travel romance as well as strictly western historical romance. What I hear from a lot of readers is that they are hesitant to read time travel books because of the time travel aspect!  If they give my time travels a try, I usually hear that they were pleasantly surprised, which is always nice to hear.

Personally, I love the idea of time travel. Mixing modern mindsets with old- fashioned values can be so much fun, especially when it involves romance. I hadn’t actually read more than one or two time travel romances when I wrote my first book, which combined my love of Yellowstone National Park with the notion of traveling back in time. That book turned into an entire series, and I loved writing the genre so much, I decided to write another time travel series, which combined my love of time travel and my fascination with the old west.

The Second Chances Time Travel Romance Series has had various settings – on a wagon train to Oregon, on a Montana horse ranch, and in modern-day Montana. The idea for a second chances series came about when I considered what it would be like to go back in time (or forward in time) to change something about your life – anything from unfortunate circumstances to bad choices. What if someone granted you the ability to make things right, or to travel down a different path? What if we could have a fresh start? A new beginning? What if it meant leaving everything behind that you've known?

However, that second chance had to come with a price, namely the character had to complete some sort of task in a different time in order to be granted a do-over to straighten out his or her life. Then I threw in some romance to make it even more challenging for the characters, and their decisions would be even harder. What were they willing to do, or give up, for true love?


The series is planned as a set of standalone books, with the common thread being a mysterious character who grants second chances to people who have lost their way. Throughout the series, this character experiences his own character growth as he seeks to understand the motivations of the people he’s been assigned to grant second chances to, especially when it comes to the notion of love and romance. He is known as Reverend Johnson because he appears mostly as a reverend, but could take on just about any role as it suits him to meet the people to whom he grants second chances.

At the moment, there are three books in the series – Come Home to Me, which was a Laramie Award winner in 2014, Ain’t No Angel, and Diamond in the Dust, a RONE finalist and Honorable Mention in time travel romance in 2015.  A fourth book is in the planning stages.

Thank you for reading about my Second Chance Time Travel Romance Series. ~ Peggy

Peggy L Henderson is an award-winning, best-selling western historical and time travel romance author of the Yellowstone Romance Series, Second Chances Time Travel Romance Series, Teton Romance Trilogy, and the Blemished Brides and Wilderness Brides Western Historical Romance Series. When she’s not writing about Yellowstone, the Tetons, or the old west, she’s out hiking the trails, spending time with her family and pets, or catching up on much-needed sleep. She is happily married to her high school sweetheart. Along with her husband and two sons, she makes her home in Southern California. 

Peggy L Henderson
Western Historical and Time Travel Romance
“Where Adventure Awaits and Love is Timeless”

Award-Winning Author of:
Yellowstone Romance Series
Teton Romance Trilogy
Second Chances Time Travel Romance Series
Blemished Brides Western Historical Romance Series
Wilderness Brides Historical Romance Series
               
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Friday, May 1, 2015

Books, Books, Books

I’m Judith Ashley, author of The Sacred Womens’ Circle series, romantic fiction that honors spiritual paths that nurture the soul and celebrates the path from relationships to romance.

Welcome to Romancing The Genre’s 4th Blog-O-Versary! I hope you had a  chance to stop by our Mega Global FB Event April 29 and 30. We had an amazing time and celebrated RTG’s reach from the UK to Australia and many points in between.

During the month of May, the Genre-istas will be talking about and recommending great books for your summer reading pleasure and our guests will be book sellers, including librarians and Kobo.

Whatever your reading pleasure, the Genre-istas’ have you covered.

Like historical?
Check out Bronwen Evans and Vivienne Lorret (Regency) Kris Tualla (Norwegian)  Margaret Tanner, Australian/WWI

Like romantic suspense?

Like Paranormal?

Like SciFi?
Like Westerns?
Paty Jager writes westerns with native American elements
Susan Horsnell from Australia writes American westerns set in Texas.

Do you know reluctant readers? Check out B.A.Binns for contemporary Young Adult (YA) books that feature diverse characters.

Steampunk?

Military Romance?

Older heroines? Check out Courtney Pierce’s boomer books

What about contemporary?
Marcia King-Gamble writes contemporary with a Caribbean flavor


And Judith Ashley writes contemporary rich with spiritual elements and a touch of the mystical.

Whatever your reading pleasure, you’ll find our authors’ books available through major e-retailers and their websites.

Please stop by on weekends to meet our featured book sellers and learn what you can do to support your local independent brick and mortar book store. 

Thursday, January 23, 2014

REVOLUTION - MARGARET TANNER


REVOLUTION – WELL NOT REALLY - MARGARET TANNER

I wouldn’t call this a revolution in the literal sense, but it was a revolution for me, well maybe a light bulb moment. I have actually written a Western Romance. Admittedly it is only a short story, but I was tremendously excited when I was invited to contribute to this Western Anthology – Rawhide ‘n Roses, which is due out in early March 2014. There are fifteen top Western Romance authors and lil-ol-me. 

As many of you would know, I write Australian historical romance, but there are many similarities between the American West and Frontier Australia. Stories abound of brave men and women fighting a hostile environment, and overcoming tremendous odds in their endeavours to settle the far corners of our countries.

Of course, I have always liked reading western novels, Zane Grey was my favourite. I was enthralled by all the western shows on TV.  Little House On The Prairie, Gunsmoke, Wagon Train, Bonanza and Rifleman, just to name a few, so when I think about it, I wonder why I didn’t try to write a western much earlier.

RAWHIDE ‘N ROSES – A Western Romance Anthology.

An extract from my contribution – The Gunslinger’s Angel.

Hot searing pain speared through Cal’s chest with every breath he took. He felt as if a red hot poker gouged his flesh, slowly twisting and turning to increase his torment. Sweat pouring into his eyes blurred his vision. His whole body burned with such intensity he wondered why he didn’t burst into flames.

“This is your first taste of hell, Caleb Devereaux,” he muttered. “Get used to it.” At least he had sent the Tolson brothers on ahead to meet Satan. The fires of hell were probably already burning those vicious hombres to a crisp.

A warm breath fanned his face, followed by the fleeting touch of soft hands stroking his forehead. His eyes creaked open and an angel’s face hovered above him. She had milky white skin, huge pale blue eyes and golden hair. A whiff of lavender infused his nostrils. Did angels smell of lavender?

He couldn’t see her wings, and she wore blue rather than white. There had to be a mistake. Why had he gone to heaven instead of hell? His life was not without blemish. He had killed a dozen or more men, but never shot a man in the back, didn’t need to when he was lightning fast on the draw. As a boy, he had stolen food after escaping the clutches of his drunken parents. Maybe he wasn’t evil enough for hell, but he was hardly suitable for heaven.

“Here, drink this.” The angel’s voice caressed him.

Water trickling down his throat washed away the dusty dryness.

“I have to stop the bleeding and get you home,” she murmured.

Laura glanced into the man’s ashen face, another couple of inches to the left and the bullet would have killed him. His horse grazed nearby, obviously well trained as he had deposited his master near this clump of trees and saved him from the searing heat that had baked the road.

The man wore his guns slung low over his hips. A gunfighter perhaps? She eased both guns out of the holsters and dashed over to her buckboard. She threw them under the seat before lowering the tailboard.

A black Stetson lay on the ground beside him, dusty and sweat stained like his clothes.  She didn’t have the strength to get him up on the front seat, but with her help he might be able to drag himself into the back.

She caught the trailing reins of his foam-flecked horse and secured it to the buckboard. That was the easy part, now she had to somehow move the man.

Her legs trembled as her anxiety escalated. What if he was an outlaw, a killer on the run? Dare she risk taking him to her ranch where she lived alone?

By the time she rode for help and returned he would be dead. She had removed his guns, his rifle was on his horse, and he was too weak to attack her, loss of blood and dehydration had seen to that.

“Stop dithering,” she muttered, “you can’t leave him here to die.”

She leaned over him and brushed a damp, tendril from his forehead. His breathing was harsh and labored his ashen face shiny with sweat.

“You have to stand up.” She tapped his cheek. He didn’t move, so she slapped him. “Wake up.”

He groaned, but his eyes remained closed. She hated doing it, but she grabbed him by the shoulder. He cussed with pain but his eyes opened.

“You must get up so I can take you home.”

“Home?” his voice was husky but not uncouth. “I’m not going anywhere, angel, I’m staying here in heaven with you.”

The man was obviously delirious. “I’m Laura.”

“Laura the angel?”

 
Margaret Tanner’s website: http://www.margarettanner.com/