The mental photograph: mysterious book, a few mumbled words and presto. Naked woman appears out of nowhere. And she’s really angry about it.
That’s how stories begin in my head – a sketch of a moment of a glimpse of an idea. A situation that needs to complete, like a minor chord aching to resolve to a triumphant major.
Unbeliever began as a project featuring sizzling, magic-based love stories. My heroine would stumble into magic – and into the arms of love. When I decided I wanted Unbeliever out in the world on its own, I added the subtitle Love is Magic is Love. At its simplest, that’s exactly what Unbeliever is.
But what if she doesn’t believe in magic, and isn’t so sure about love either?
Facing an inconceivable loss in the midst of the darkest season of her life, Hayley Carnegie wants winter to end, yet can’t bear the arrival of spring. She doesn’t nurture hope or believe there is deliverance from the inevitable future. She proves herself right. And learns she is wrong. Read More