Beginning Dec. 15th through Dec. 31 I am working with the authors of IWOFA (Infinite Worlds of Fantasy Authors) in our first contest.

My Question for the IWOFA Scavenger Hunt:

Where does my novel, CONCENTRIC CIRCLES take place?

The answer my be found by reading the excerpt below...

[1] Circle's Threshold: Hawthorn & Heart

 

The email from Barb popped open presenting the broad shoulders of a hunky naked guy, back turned to the camera, standing under a rushing waterfall of exquisite sensuality.

Mesmerized by the sexy image, Shayla Brinawell breathed deeply. Beneath the picture Barb had written:

?Just because you meet your soulmate, doesn't mean your life will be a bed of roses. Or maybe it does, thorns and all. Don't forget, that's what you told me when I met Jeff.

We just broke up.

Shayla stared at the red letters, stunned. Barb, her best friend since kindergarten, truly believed in love. Now, she was out of it. Shayla wondered briefly about life's circumstances. Only talking face to face could soothe this type of pain.

She gnawed her lip as she thought about skipping out on work. "Better not," she muttered. A shiver raced down her spine. She decided what she needed right now was a good dose of humor to chase away the sadness.

She clicked the favorites file and scrolled down the list. Tap the keys and move forward with your life. Forget about love. Just do want you are compelled to do for the sake of a good life. Answer questions. Laugh when you get the chance. Go for adventure and inner joy. That's what she must do. Forget love.

She needed something for a good laugh. She would think about Barb later. Maybe they would get some dinner after work and Barb might be willing to talk about it. She leaned forward when something finally caught her attention, tickling a deep-seated, wonky sense of humor.

Birl?

Shayla laughed at the letters looking back at her from the computer screen. The online Scottish vernacular dictionary proved irresistible and amusing, in a lifting of the spirits sort of way. Exploring language inspired her creativity.

Birl: To twirl or spin, particularly to the point of dizziness.

Laughing, she clicked the back button and made her final decision. She would go, across the pond that is, because the Atlantic Ocean beckoned her to go on a mission of personal adventure with the potential for self-discovery. At least that's what she hoped it would be.

Compelled toward destiny's call, she opened a new Internet window to place her reservation for the tour.

A portal to the future? Step through the threshold. The thought made her smile with anticipation. First stop would be Glastonbury, England where the history that fascinated her began.

 

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