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For a woman raised in the city, I’ve adjusted quite well to country life. A year ago as of June first, hubby and I said goodbye to our home of twenty-four years, put all the household stuff in storage and moved into a 36 ft travel trailer (leaky roof and all). My only real amenity was the twelve by twenty-four foot cabin we finished out as my office, kitchen, and bath. Small but very pleasant.
Those first few months weren’t easy. We bought the ten-acre wooded property six months prior to moving. Weekends were spent making the existing unfinished cabin habitable, having a septic system installed, getting a barn built and a driveway put in. Thankfully the land came with electric. With no kitchen and lots of wood to burn, I cooked meals in the Dutch oven.
The beauty of the place makes all the sacrifices pale in comparison. After two months of living there, we ordered another cabin and turned it into the bedroom so we could move out of the camper. Both cabins overlook a two-acre pond surrounded with tall oaks and cedars. Every day is a new adventure because you never know what you’ll see.
Just today, hubby found a huge beetle in his garage (1.5 in long x ¾ in wide). We do have scorpions, but I’ve yet to see any poisonous snakes. That might be tomorrow’s adventure. So far, we’ve adopted three barn cats we converted from feral to nuisance (they enjoy being petted a little too much), but they love to hunt so our mouse population isn’t as large as it could be. So far I’ve seen a huge barn owl, hawks, ducks, geese, a bobcat, a jaguarondi, a fox, lots of rabbits, deer, an eight-inch centipede, possums, armadillos, turtles (even got to watch a red-eared slider lay eggs) and the occasional scorpion.
Besides feeding stray cats and becoming a regular “cat” lady, I’m getting quite adept with a chainsaw. While the place is heavily wooded in some areas, the drought from several years ago took its toll, and there are plenty of dead trees here and there. We had a hive of honey bees take up residence in one of the larger dead trees. Quite exciting watching the bee guy extract them to be moved to a different location. He first smoked the tree, then cut the tree down, waited a bit for the bees to settle, smoked them again and then vacuumed into a different container. Process took about three hours.
I’m sure all these experiences will give me new ideas for future stories; scenes might include being surprised by the centipede in my sink to the “widow makers” (dead branches that fall unexpectantly).
Lucian Willshire is plagued by thoughts of a fey world and the disappearance of his aunt some nineteen years past, but when his friend drags him back to Hamingjur Castle, he stumbles into Alfheim Haven once more where mystical beings become more than a distant memory.
Lyerra Ahdia is baffled by the sudden emotional changes she’s experiencing until she discovers she’s the only witch to suffer “the change” since her mother stole the Rose, a special talisman with the power to perpetuate life among those in her coven. Tasked with finding and bringing the Rose home, she begs Lucian’s help in navigating the human realm. Against his better judgment, he agrees.
Though neither set out to find anything except the Rose, fate has other plans. Will love be more elusive than hunting the Rose?
About the Author: Ciara wrote her first “under the bed” book at twenty. Another fifteen years passed before she bravely attempted another, but she’s been happily writing ever since. A true Renaissance woman, when she’s not penning lively stories, she’s reading, sewing, painting, camping, sailing or dancing. A recent empty nester, she and her soul mate currently live on a modest plot of land surrounded by trees, a pond, an array of wildlife and several barn kitties.