Monday, November 30, 2015

#handbag Monday w Historical #author Gerri Brousseau who's going Bohemian #MFRWorg #RssosSisters #fashion

Handbag Monday welcomes
...Gerri Brousseau



Autumn is my favorite time of year and this fun little handbag is one I use to knock around in. Featuring rows of glittery cord, polished shells, and burnt orange beads, it has a real Bohemian flavor. I love this little bag because it goes with everything I wear in the fall.  

Lovely, Gerri! This bag would be perfect on so many occasions!

A Scottish Laird captured the heart of a titled Englishwoman from the first moment she laid eyes on him, but would his clan and her family ever approve of their forbidden love?

Excerpt from Enticed by a Laird:
         Later that evening the Dowager sat across the table from Angus McClellen. The room was lit by only a few candles and once the meal was set before them, the servants scurried away. 
        Angus reached across the table and took Esther’s hand in his. Her heart raced at his touch. 
        “I’ve missed ye, Esther,” he said. His gaze met and held hers. 
        “I’ve missed you as well, Angus.” Her stomach fluttered. 
         “I’ve a bit of a surprise for you,” a smile slipped across his lips. 
         “The plaid was quite a bit of a surprise.” 
         “I’m no talkin’ o’ the plaid.” He rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb.
         “No? What then?” 
        “Would ye accompany me tomorrow? I wish to take ye for a short ride.” 
        “Doctor Hanover said absolutely no travel, but I suppose what he doesn’t know couldn’t hurt.” 
        “You’ll no be disobeyin’ yer healer’s orders now. We’ll wait one more day. It will keep.” 
         “Will you at least tell me what it is?” 
         “No, if I tell ye then it wonna be a surprise now would it?” 
         “I suppose not.” 
        “Dinna ye say there was a gathering tomorrow evenin’ so Robert could present his beloved to the family?” 
         “Yes. You will be joining us, won’t you?”
         “I wonna miss it.” 
        Esther smiled. 
        “Ye fail te understand,” he said with a tilt of his head. 
        “Fail to understand?” 
        “Aye, I’m not goin’ anywhere, not without ye.”
         “Moving to London are you?” She smiled. 
         “Let’s eat a’fore our food grows cold.” 
         “I know you, Angus McClellen. You’re up to something.” 
         “Aye, my lady love, ye should know me well enough to know I’m always up to something.” 


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7 comments:

Angela Adams said...

Reminds me of a bag I had in high school!

Cathy McElhaney said...

Cute bag! Love the excerpt! The story was entertaining! I really enjoyed reading it! It must have been fun to write it!

Vicki Batman, sassy writer said...

Hi, Gerri and thanks for joining me today! I have a couple of bags in this style, but haven't carried them for a while. Yours has me rethinking that!

Marian Lanouette said...

I loved the continuing story. Can't wait for the next installment. Cute bag.

Gerri Brousseau said...

Hi Vicki, Thanks for inviting me here today. What fun! Angela, perhaps the reason I like the bag is because it reminds me of my youth. Thanks Cathy. It was fun to write and I'm so happy you enjoyed it. Thanks, Marian. I'm actually working on the next installment now.

Melissa Keir said...

Gerri, Do you ever worry about the beads getting damaged? Or the white color getting dirty? I worry about silly things with the purses but I do love them to last!

Gerri Brousseau said...

Melissa,
Thanks for commenting. I've had the bag for ages and none of the beads or shells have fallen off. It may be because I only use it for a short time in early autumn. It has held up really well. I hope it lasts a lot longer because it's my fall go to bag.