Summer is just zipping by. It’s already August! To my
guest is Jenna Jaxon. This is a lovely garden scene. I haven’t got a green
thumb. Black is my color. Instead of me speak to plants they talk to me and beg
me not to touch them. Enjoy the garden walk.
Excerpt
from Time Enough to Love
from Time Enough to Love
Snipping
the stems of a sweetly-scented pale lavender Apothecary’s rose, she started
when a shadow fell over the flower in her hand. She looked up to find Thomas
standing before her, smiling at her basketful of blooms.
the stems of a sweetly-scented pale lavender Apothecary’s rose, she started
when a shadow fell over the flower in her hand. She looked up to find Thomas
standing before her, smiling at her basketful of blooms.
“You
wish to take a part of Knowlton’s Keep with us when we leave, my lady?”
wish to take a part of Knowlton’s Keep with us when we leave, my lady?”
Her
answering smile masked the strange thumping that became the beat of her heart.
“I hope you approve, my lord. I would dry the petals and use them to remind us
of home while we journey so far from it.”
answering smile masked the strange thumping that became the beat of her heart.
“I hope you approve, my lord. I would dry the petals and use them to remind us
of home while we journey so far from it.”
“Of
course, my sweet. Whate’er your heart desires is yours.” He took a dark pink
blossom from her and held it to his nose. “Sweet.” The warm brown eyes held her
blue ones. “Thank you.”
course, my sweet. Whate’er your heart desires is yours.” He took a dark pink
blossom from her and held it to his nose. “Sweet.” The warm brown eyes held her
blue ones. “Thank you.”
Alyse
stared at him, uncertain what he meant. “I beg pardon, my lord?”
stared at him, uncertain what he meant. “I beg pardon, my lord?”
He
placed the rose in her basket. “’Tis what the dark pink color means. In the
language of flowers. Thank you. At least,” he grinned at her, “according to my
mother that is what it means. I am not sure how she came by this knowledge.”
placed the rose in her basket. “’Tis what the dark pink color means. In the
language of flowers. Thank you. At least,” he grinned at her, “according to my
mother that is what it means. I am not sure how she came by this knowledge.”
Curious
idea. “What do the others mean?”
idea. “What do the others mean?”
He
drew her arm through his and led her to a bush with snowy-white double blooms.
“This is the Cheshire rose. The white blooms stand for purity.”
drew her arm through his and led her to a bush with snowy-white double blooms.
“This is the Cheshire rose. The white blooms stand for purity.”
Alyse
bent to smell the delicate scent. “I suppose that would be expected.”
bent to smell the delicate scent. “I suppose that would be expected.”
Thomas
took her shears and snipped the bloom, adding it to her basket. “Purity, for a
pure heart.”
took her shears and snipped the bloom, adding it to her basket. “Purity, for a
pure heart.”
Beside
the Cheshire grew a large bush of clear pink blooms. “And this?” She could not
contain her eagerness. The names and meanings of the roses had stirred up the
banked embers in her soul. Or perhaps the nearness of Thomas’s masculine body
excited other, more passionate yearnings. Suddenly, the feel of his arm in hers
filled her senses.
the Cheshire grew a large bush of clear pink blooms. “And this?” She could not
contain her eagerness. The names and meanings of the roses had stirred up the
banked embers in her soul. Or perhaps the nearness of Thomas’s masculine body
excited other, more passionate yearnings. Suddenly, the feel of his arm in hers
filled her senses.
What
was happening? Why this sudden lift in spirits?
was happening? Why this sudden lift in spirits?
She
had been more melancholy of late, ever since Thomas had abandoned her bed. But
it made no sense.
had been more melancholy of late, ever since Thomas had abandoned her bed. But
it made no sense.
Did
she not still love Geoffrey, heart and soul?
she not still love Geoffrey, heart and soul?
The
thought sobered her. The sharp pang of sorrow that always stabbed her heart at
the thought of him had dulled. Was she coming to regard Thomas as her husband
and long for him as such?
thought sobered her. The sharp pang of sorrow that always stabbed her heart at
the thought of him had dulled. Was she coming to regard Thomas as her husband
and long for him as such?
“This
is my favorite.” He clipped another pink bloom and held it under her nose.
“What do you smell?”
is my favorite.” He clipped another pink bloom and held it under her nose.
“What do you smell?”
Puzzled,
she sniffed the showy pink blossom, but he moved the stem and leaves for her to
smell instead. A wonderful scent assailed her, but one she did not associate
with roses.
she sniffed the showy pink blossom, but he moved the stem and leaves for her to
smell instead. A wonderful scent assailed her, but one she did not associate
with roses.
“Apples?”
A
smile lit his face as he placed an entire stem of the flowers, leaves and all,
into her basket.
smile lit his face as he placed an entire stem of the flowers, leaves and all,
into her basket.
“But
what is it called?”
what is it called?”
“Eglantine
or Sweet Briar Rose.” He looked down at his thumb where a fat drop of blood
welled. “The latter is probably the more apt name.” He smiled ruefully.
or Sweet Briar Rose.” He looked down at his thumb where a fat drop of blood
welled. “The latter is probably the more apt name.” He smiled ruefully.
Seeing
his glance, she took his hand and, without thinking, raised the injured thumb
to her lips. She gently kissed the drop away, and he gasped. Their gazes met,
his frankly searching hers for an answer.
his glance, she took his hand and, without thinking, raised the injured thumb
to her lips. She gently kissed the drop away, and he gasped. Their gazes met,
his frankly searching hers for an answer.
Back Cover Copy for Time Enough to Love
When
Lady Alyse de Courcy is betrothed to Sir Geoffrey Longford, she has no choice
but to make the best of a bad bargain. The hulking knight is far from her ideal
man, and although he does possess some wit and charm, he is no match for the
sinfully sensual man she secretly admires, Thomas, Earl of Braeton, her
betrothed’s best friend.
Lady Alyse de Courcy is betrothed to Sir Geoffrey Longford, she has no choice
but to make the best of a bad bargain. The hulking knight is far from her ideal
man, and although he does possess some wit and charm, he is no match for the
sinfully sensual man she secretly admires, Thomas, Earl of Braeton, her
betrothed’s best friend.
From
the first, Sir Geoffrey finds himself smitten by Lady Alyse, and, despite her
infatuation with his friend, vows to win her love. When Geoffrey puts his mind
to wooing Alyse, he is delighted to find her succumbing to his seduction. But when cruel circumstances separate them,
Geoffrey must watch helplessly as Thomas steps in to protect Alyse—and falls in
love with her himself.
the first, Sir Geoffrey finds himself smitten by Lady Alyse, and, despite her
infatuation with his friend, vows to win her love. When Geoffrey puts his mind
to wooing Alyse, he is delighted to find her succumbing to his seduction. But when cruel circumstances separate them,
Geoffrey must watch helplessly as Thomas steps in to protect Alyse—and falls in
love with her himself.
As
the three courtiers accompany Princess Joanna to her wedding in Spain, they run
headlong into the Black Plague. With her world plunged into chaos, Alyse
struggles with her feelings for both the men she loves. But which love will
survive?
the three courtiers accompany Princess Joanna to her wedding in Spain, they run
headlong into the Black Plague. With her world plunged into chaos, Alyse
struggles with her feelings for both the men she loves. But which love will
survive?
Sounds an emotionally complex story. The plague was serious stuff. But I can tell from your excerpt that you excel at making a story romantic. Cheers!