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Monday, April 03, 2017

#Handbag and #Book w Mia Jo Celeste #accessories #MFRWorg #paranormalromance

Handbag and Book with
Mia Jo Celeste

When my favorite shoulder bag finally gave up its ghost, I looked for another, thinking I'd find something more happening, or perhaps, something smaller. Yet, I wanted enough room for my writer's notebook and lots of pockets, including a special one for my phone.
I went through a series of not-quite-right purses and had almost given up hope when I walked into Kohl's Off Aisle Outlet. I paced through their collection, and my gaze landed on this one.
It's a Stone & Co. Irene Leather hobo bag. Sigh. It was perfect. It even had a pocket for my phone. I bought the black and tan one because I like having one purse for everything; so it has to go with most of my clothes.
I've had this bag for about three months, and I love it! I don't even miss my old favorite.

Abducted to an 18th century island purgatory, a physician-turned-zombie's destiny is torn between two brothers: a vampire lord who promises a glamorous immortal passion or a human slave who offers an experimental cure and his heart.
He materialized in the inky shadow.

Or rather his apparition did. His ghostly frame hovered before her, sinuous and lithe. Against his shadowed form, the string glimmered like liquid silver. Slowly he unwrapped her, tossing the spectral bands to the floor until a coil lay between him and her.

Something inside her chest fluttered. “You followed me.”

An accusation.

He nodded. With a slight shrug, he spread his hands. “You shouldn’t be alone.”

She wanted to turn, giving him her back, but her betraying gaze remained fixated upon him. When he paced around her, she waved him away. “Don’t.”

He caught her hand and placed an insubstantial kiss in her palm. “Let me help you…please.”

A gallant gesture, perhaps, but her skin-slider sensitivity noted the rigidity of his stance, the twitch along his jaw, and the slight narrowing of his eyes. How could he think of helping her when he was in so much pain?

Ordinarily, she might be grateful. Might…if loss hadn’t hollowed her.

She ripped her cooling flesh from his spectral arms. “I don’t deserve kindness.”

“Good.” He gave her a rakish smirk. “Because I’m not kind.”

She shook her head, biting back the emerging smile that had no place on her countenance. She couldn’t be civil, couldn’t risk the involvement. “I can’t go on like this—stuck betwixt life and death.”

“You must. Don’t you see, sweet dove? You’re beyond both. You’re immortal. Like me.”

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Mia, if you had to buy another bag, what color would it be?
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Angela Adams said...

That's a great "everyday bag" -- perfect for the office.

Melissa Keir said...

What a pretty bag. I feel your pain. I hate when I have a purse that I have to replace. Nothing seems right.

All the best with your release!

Mia Celeste said...

Thanks for having me on your blog, Vicki.

Mia Celeste said...

Angela Adams,
I agree. My purse is great for work.

Mia Celeste said...

Melissa Keir,
I appreciate your understanding and good wishes. :)

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