Summer in Southern Ontario
Hey there! Happy Canadian summer! Now that winter finally
seems to have moved off, I hope you’ve all found the opportunity to curl up with
a good book, or an old favorite, on one of our many awesome Ontario waterfronts
and enjoy the sunshine and warm weather. Myself, I love being near the water. There
is something settling and healing about it. Up until recently, we owned a
rustic cottage on beautiful Sturgeon Lake in the Kawarthas. It’s where my story
came to life and blossomed into my first published novel. Even the ending of my
second book would not have come to fruition without the warm breeze, melodic bird songs and the gentle sound of the rolling waves as they came to rest on the
shore. Today, on our travels we came across a small lake nestled near a small charming
Ontario town. I paused for a moment to enjoy the view and became inspired by its
beauty. It’s the kind of place where, as an author, I could unfold my chair on
that warm sand, open up my laptop and write. It offers so much more than just sun burnt skin, sandy feet and bug bites. Words flow freely when the soul is
settled and the mind is at peace. It’s that calmness that very quickly spurs my
creative mind into action, allowing characters and ideas to form into stories
to share with all of you. Now that the family cottage has been sold, I’ll spend
my time taking little adventures to search out more of Ontario’s little hidden
inspiration spots. I’m sure that each new town, each journey, will bring me in
touch with interesting characters and inspiring Canadian landscapes to use as
the back drops for my upcoming stories. So I’m wondering, what places in Ontario have inspired you?
Excerpt from Intractable Souls Book
1 from the Bound4Ireland series.
Standing in front of the glow of the fire, they warm
themselves from the chill of the evening air. When the band resumes playing
after their brief break, Ethan and Olivia find themselves alone by the fire.
The next tune is a slow, sappy love song and Olivia gets mellow. “I love this
song,” she says, closing her eyes.
Ethan snuggles up behind her and sways with her,
their bodies fitting perfectly together. Singing along with the music in
perfect pitch, he serenades her. His smooth voice is so seductive in her ear
that it stirs in her very powerful feelings. Even the thundering sound of her
pulse seems distant and insignificant.
She melts into his body for support, feeling like her
legs have suddenly become boneless. When the song is over, she feels overheated
by the combination of the fire and the flame he’s ignited inside her.
Ethan whispers in her ear, “Both the moon and I are consumed
with jealousy tonight, Olivia. I, due to the attention you gave to an
undeserving man,”
Olivia frowns, regretting that choice. “And the
moon?” she asks, trying to steer away from conversation about Noah.
“The moon, for failing to compete with your beauty.”
Olivia suddenly finds it difficult to breathe. His
closeness makes her uneasy. The man has a way of jump-starting her anxiety. She
tries to focus on her breathing. Reminding herself that Ethan would never hurt
her. Walking away, she tries to hide her sudden onset of vulnerability.
A few feet away, the property boundary is marked with
a tree line of tall maples. She leans her back against one of the large trunks,
trying to find her balance.
Ethan follows, putting his hand against the trunk
just above her head. His body presses against her side making her heartbeat
quicker. His incessant stare is daunting, forcing her to look down, trying to
avoid it.
Breathing in her perfume, Ethan becomes intoxicated
by its sweet, seductive scent. Lifting his free hand, he wraps it around her
waist, holding her there. Christ, this woman is so beautiful when she tries to
hide the way he affects her.
Ethan presses his mouth against her ear, gently
nipping at her lobe. The warmth of his breath against her ear gives her goose
bumps. Noticing her reaction, he moves his hand from her side, rubbing up and
down her arm trying to warm her. “Are you cold?” The muscles in her stomach
tighten and her chest heaves as she inhales quickly.
“No.” She shakes her head.
“What then?” He knows what. He just needs to hear her
say it.
She looks up at him through alluring hazel eyes.
“You.”
“What about me?” Is it cruel that he needs her to
confess it? Tormenting her by making her say it aloud?
Olivia lowers her eyes again and whispers, “I hate
you.”
Ethan’s hand stills on her arm. Pressing his forehead
to the side of her temple he answers, “I don’t believe that’s true, at all.” He
slides his hand to her hip, tugging her closer to him.
Olivia bites at her fingernails nervously, covering
her mouth. Her stomach twists in anxious knots as she lays out her feelings. “I
hate the way you make me feel,” she concedes.
Ethan inhales a deep breath, letting it breeze out
warm and slow against her ear again. Finally, he gets to the truth. Capturing
her hand, he pulls it down, away from her mouth. Not feeling the need to
control or overpower her in this moment his voice is gentle, “Look at me.”
Trembling with vulnerability, she turns so they’re
chest to chest. Raising her eyes, she locks his gaze to hers; green to hazel,
the soulful energy of their connection, ineffable.
“How do I make you feel?” His heart is beating with a
strange wobble, nervous about her answer.
“Frightened.” She pauses, swallowing hard. Ashamed at
her admission, she exhales as she whispers, “Excited.”
“I see.”
Lifting her hand to his mouth, he kisses each of her
knuckles one at a time. Closing her eyes, Olivia escapes his stare for just a
few moments, gathering her thoughts before speaking again, “You make me feel
like I’ve lost control… of my thoughts… my emotions.”
“Is that so bad?” Ethan presses her palm to his chest
so she can feel the rhythmic beating of his heart. “You’re not the only one who
feels that way. The moment I saw you, my heart beat your name.”
Damn him and his ridiculously romantic side, she’s
never going to survive it. Her words are laced with fear. “I need to stay in
control.”
“Why?” When she doesn’t answer, his Irish brogue
suddenly becomes thick and Irishy. “Sweetheart, you’re no more in control of
what’s happening between us than I am. Whatever this is… it has its own
destiny. We can merely follow its path.”
“Give in to its force,” she adds, knowing that he’s
stating the truth. It’s increasingly hard to fight.
“Yes, bend to its will,” he encourages.
Olivia is adrift in his eyes. Lost in his words.
Hopelessly held captive under his spell.
Moving his hands to her hips, Ethan pulls her closer.
Her nerves tingle with the anticipation of his next move. Kiss me; just kiss me already.
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Nothing more Romantic than historical Casa Loma. We weren't able to attend the symphony in the garden but I'll definitely make the trip back to do that.
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I admit, romance can be subtle sometimes. It sneaks in and gives you a little kiss and you don't even know it's happened. Sometimes I have to turn off my regular brain and turn on my author brain to see those moments. And they are there... right under our noses. So let me share with you a little thing that happened to me in this small town not so long ago... It was a very cold morning. I dragged myself out of bed and got ready for a busy day in my corporate world. I had several meetings that day so I had to dress to impress. As I pulled off my street to begin my hour long commute into the city, my fuel light came on. Figures. on the day that its -40 and I'm wearing stockings and 4" heels. UGH. I pull in to the gas station on the by-pass to the highway and get out to pump gas..jpg)
While I'm following the instructions to pay I notice a black Porsche pull up to the pump on the other side. Damn nice car, I might add. Leaning around the pump I have to say the 'upholstery' was pretty good looking too. Just how long does it take to pay at the pump for heavens sakes? Push this, swipe that, insert your chip... gah ! I'm freezing ! I kicked someone on the ground that I thought was an icicle but I'm almost convinced that it was one of my nipples! .jpg)
Suddenly it doesn't feel all that cold out. lol Is this happening? A handsome man, with bedroom eyes and a panty melting British Accent... Driving a Porsche... is standing in -40 temperatures to pump my gas! Then it happens, I look down at the platinum ring on his left hand. Nooo! So I did what every self-respecting single woman standing in front of a hot man wearing a wedding band would do. "Soooo are you happily married?" I ask, through chattering teeth. He laughs and at that moment I expect winter to fade away and roses to magically start growing around the pumps, creating us a garden of Eden. "Go!" he says, still chuckling. "Get in the van and keep warm." .jpg)
Reluctantly, I did as I was told. When he was all done, he tapped on the window on his way back to his car. Sighs......... I've never seen Mr. 911 again. I stop by that gas station all the time in hopes to catch him. Perhaps he was just a traveler passing by on a journey to somewhere. I will never know, I suppose. But I think of him often. My heart starts to beat a little funny whenever I see a black Porsche. I could have dismissed that event as a random act of kindness by a stranger. And maybe to him that was all it was. But to me... Tricia Daniels romance author... well that story morphed in my mind into a great love story. A story where they run into each other again at this same gas station sometime in the future and they are both single and available. I see a happily ever after for these two...and it's definitely a story I'm going to write. SOON!.jpg)
