From someone who was not all that into paranormal stories, I think I can proudly say I’m now a paranormal lover. Dragons, angels, and ancient gods are my favorites but I like me some vampire or shifter, too. This? A gargoyle? Well, wow. I’ve neve met one before, and I love how and where the sotry takes off. So yeah, it’s on my kidle, and it should be on your too because i bet it’s goine to be great and at a 99 cents prize, it is a deal! HUrry up, because the price is going to last 2 more weeks only. I also had thepleasure to have a nice chat with Chris and guess what? She’s a cookaholic just like I am!
The book is Destiny of a Gargoyle (When Gargoyles Love book 1) by Chris Redding, an Adult, Paranormal Novel.
Donal Foley was born in a time when magic ruled the Earth.
Gargoyles protected fairies from goblins. His family was a group of elite gargoyles who were assigned to protect a specific fairy. His father’s dereliction of that duty cursed his sons to become stone and wait.
Now reawakened in the twenty first century where no one believes in magic how is he going to convince his fairy that she is one and that she is in danger from a goblin?
He must do that without falling in love with her.
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“She’s it,” Donal said.
He could communicate with his brothers telepathically. Otherwise his time in stone might have driven him nuts.
“You’re sure?” Sean said.
“I’m sure. She’s it. I can feel my heart softening. She must be the one that I am supposed to protect,” Donal said.
“Wow. After all of these years. And of course Donal finds his first. Lucky guy,” Declan said.
“He is always the lucky one,” Sean said.
“If I were that lucky I wouldn’t have been stuck in stone here with you two lugs,” Donal said.
He would have lived and died in his own time. Instead of watching what had happened to the fairies he’d been born to protect. They’d died off and somewhere along the line the fairies had forgotten who they were. He’d bet that Meg had no idea who she was.
That made his job even harder. She wouldn’t have any idea why he was protecting her. The fairies had gone into hiding when the humans took over the world. They renamed his part of the island County Galway. What did that even mean?
He was Donal of Connaught. Not Donal of Galway. If he could sigh he would. He sighed in his head.
His brothers were stilling whinging about him being lucky. “I’m the oldest. You didn’t have to tell the Queen what our father had done. She could have made me stone and you would never have known what had happened to me.”
“Still, why do you get to go first?” Sean said.
“Because she is my fairy. Not yours,” Donal said.
He wasn’t going to apologize for finding his fairy first. He never would have thought they were going to find any of theirs. The fairies were all elsewhere and finding one from his own kingdom let alone another one had always been a long shot.
“What will you do?” Declan said.
“The Fairy Queen told me the rules before she left. I have to be in the fairy’s presence for a whole day before I lose the curse,” Donal said.
“A whole day. The sun must be in the same place for the beginning and the end?” Declan said.
“How are you going to do that?” Sean said.
“I don’t know. She doesn’t spend that much time here, but I’m sure I have a few days to figure it out. I already feel as if I could fall off of this wall. Maybe I can go with her.”
“Without legs? Or only stone ones.”
“I don’t know everything, you mugs. I’m guessing some things here,” Donal said. “If you two be quiet and let me think maybe I’ll figure it out. You’ll have your chance and I get to sort out what needs to be done. That way neither of you mess it up.”
Chris Redding is a paranormal romance author who has written 9 novels and novellas that will transport you to other worlds. She lives in New Jersey with her family. When she isn’t writing, she walks and does yoga.
Hi Chris, and thank you for being here!
What do you like to do when you’re not writing?
I like to cook. I love to eat. I married a man who loves to cook and likes to eat. We have two sons, so you can guess that there is a lot of food consumed in my house
And cooked. I’m kind of amused by this “clean eating” movement. It’s a great idea, but for me it’s just called eating. When the kids were younger I used the occasional packaged rice or a can of soup in something. Most of the time they didn’t like it. My older son loves steamed rice. The kind you get from the Chinese restaurant. He’d eat a bowl of that all by itself.
A few years ago, I decided to cut out all of those products completely. I make things of my own like enchilada sauce or even taco seasoning.
The upshot of this is we have started our own binder of recipes. Our family cookbook you might want to call it. When each son moves out, he will get a copy of it. And, yes, both boys can cook basic stuff. Neither has taken to it, but I wasn’t a fan of cooking at that age either. In college I lived on boxed mac and cheese, Hamburger Helper and pizza from where I worked.
I didn’t really start cooking until I got married.
I find cooking to be a lot like writing.
You have ingredients which are your character and your plot. You have to cook them, or in the case of a book, make those ingredients do what you want for the story. I usually finish a draft, then let it sit. This is the meat resting after it’s cooked and before you cut it. The revision process is the putting more salt or pepper if the dish needs it.
And after a day of writing, I like to cook to unwind.
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