QSFer Pat Henshaw has a new MM magical realism romance out: Fragile as Glass.
A scrying stone says after his gift is destroyed, a famous songwriter will fall in love. Will the stone’s prediction come true?
Glass artist Ashton Snell is delighted when superstar singer/songwriter Hunter Davidson walks into his shop looking for a gift for a friend. On a whim Ashton looks through a scrying glass to see what’s in store for Hunter in the future. The stone shows a vision of the glass unicorn gift shattering and Hunter falling in love. Should Ashton tell Hunter what he’s seen?
Before he can decide, Hunter asks him to lunch. Ashton agrees although he’s surprised someone as celebrated as Hunter would want to be seen with him. Despite living with it since birth, Ashton is still self-conscious about his limp. Hunter, however, doesn’t seem to notice it.
Could their lunch be the beginning of a lasting friendship? Or will their attraction turn into something more?
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Excerpt
In early September, the shop bell roused me from my sketch pad. I looked over to see a backlit figure standing in the noonday glare.
“May I help you?”
My question was a long shot. His silhouette seemed too lost to be purposefully here. Was he one of the end-of-summer shoppers who needed directions? The row of stores along this street didn’t cater to back to school, nor did he look like a dad hunting for kids’ clothes or supplies.
“Uh, yeah. I’m, uh, looking for Ashton Snell. He here?”
“Yes, I am.” I stood up from my design desk behind the showcase counter. My creative cave was under the overhead storage. As I slowly straighten, my spine caught for a moment. Cautiously I eased into a full stand. Pain shot up my back. It settled in my legs, especially the shorter one. When I stepped forward, I knew I was going to limp.
But there was always a moment, perhaps less than a millisecond after I stood, when I felt whole and normal. If I was meeting someone new, we had a moment of pure engagement with no judgement calls. We could become friends or lovers. The spark of possibility flared, then reality returned. Neither of us knew anything about the other. But for one blink of an eye, my hope bloomed, and died. Then I became a crippled artist who made beauty despite his ugly body.
I struggled to take a step forward and meet the stranger head on, without an ounce of sadness or pining. At age thirty-four, I’d come to terms with my limitations and my unique art. Still, I hoped.
“How may I help you?” I repeated the request as I lurched over to the sales counter.
“I’m looking for something for a friend. Something special.”
Suddenly, as he walked into the shop light, I realized I knew him. Well, not him personally, but his face. He was famous.
Author Bio
Every day is a good day for romance!
Pat Henshaw has spent her life surrounded by words: teaching English composition at the junior college level; writing book reviews for newspapers, magazines, and websites; helping students find information as a librarian; and promoting PBS television programs.
Pat was born and raised in Nebraska and since then has lived at various times in Texas, Colorado, Northern Virginia, and now Northern California. Over the years, Pat has traveled to Mexico, Canada, Europe, Nicaragua, Thailand, and Egypt. Now she’s happy seeing family in Vermont and Washington State.
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