“I always wanted a place like this.” Lilly grins and fluffs her period gown. “I look so good in pink, don’t I.”
“This light blue makes my complexion glow.” Mac smiles and does a twirl.
“Who’s idea was it to put me in yellow. I look like a huge canary.” Mary groans as she tries to adjust the corset that was forced, literally, onto her ample body.
“I can’t wait to see what Oliver looks like. He says this place has a great reputation.” Lyn fastens her last button on her deep purple gown. “High necked for sure,” she struggles.
“I hope they have other food besides Lavender everything.” Mary complains.
“Shush!” Mac covers Mary’s mouth with her fan. “This is the Lavender Hill Inn after all. And they have lots of other things, like finger sandwiches and pastries. But someone told me that the Lavender Sorbet it to die for, as well as the Lavender cake and the Lavender lemonade. Why they even make Lavender Margaritas.” Mac drools and wipes her lips with an embroidered hankie.
Mac, Lyn and Lilly look at Mary and crack up laughing.
Mary flips her hair and leaves the room to look at the door that doesn’t go anywhere.
A knock on the door and as soft voice from outside asks, “Can I come in ladies?”
Cate Masters, talented author, stands in the doorway and enters, as Lyn welcomes her into the room.
“This place is amazing. They have done a terrific renovation.” Lyn smiles.
“I agree.” Cate, looking stunning, in a beautiful lavender colored gown, grins. “After all Jocelyn is a talented person, and a bit of magic helps. Shall we go down now? You all look wonderful.”
“Mary seems to have wandered off. Maybe the door opened for her and she is in another dimension.” Lyn chuckles.
The three ladies sans Mary, leave the lovely bedroom with it’s wonderful Pineapple posted bed.
“Oliver has been such a help with the food. Shall we go down to brunch?” Cate leads them down the hall.
“Look at that.” Lyn exclaims as she notices the yellow fabric that peeks from the side of the door to nowhere. “It can’t be. That door doesn’t open does it?”
“No,” Cate looks at the three of them with alarm. “That’s not supposed to happen. Mary are you there?” She taps on the door. A soft moan is heard behind the closed doorway. “Must be the magic.”
Lyn takes Cate’s arm and leads the others down the nearest
stairway. “Don’t worry, she does this stuff all the time, she’ll show up eventually and find her way to the Sorbet. Never fear. We’re used this. She can’t help herself.”
“Yup,” Lyn chuckles. “Let me at those Lavender Margaritas. The day has just started and already the magic has started.
“Let me tell you about magic,” Cate laughs. “Jocelyn has ancestors that reek of it. Maybe she can find Mary.”
“Nah, don’t bother, she’ll show. She always does.” Mac tells her. “She likes cake too much not to show up. Shall we?” Mac takes Cate's other arm and they descend the stairs of the wonderful Lavender Inn.
The hostesses of the Author Roast and Toast, welcome the amazing Cate Masters to her roast for her book, Goddess Awakened. Let’s give her a warm welcome!
With a little help from a goddess, battling evil is a piece of cake for Jocelyn Gibson.
A descendant of the goddess Iris, Jocelyn Gibson may have forgotten about the realm of magic, but it hasn’t forgotten her. When Eric Hendricks is targeted by a demon, Joss must step in to battle the evil and save the town’s awkward, but endearing, vet…who also happens to be the man she loves.
Joss’s new inn, a culinary career specializing in cooking with lavender and a new love all make for a fine recipe of disaster. She needs to embrace her inner goddess and harness the powers she never knew she had before it’s too late.
The Goddess Connection, Book 1
Fantasy/paranormal romance novel
About 89,700 words
The Goddess Connection Series
Every woman should embrace her inner goddess. What’s your connection?
In each novel of The Goddess Connection series, the heroine is somehow connected to a goddess. Her lifelong quirks will become strengths once she finds her true place in the world, and accepts herself for who she really is.
And in each, the heroine is encouraged to embrace her inner goddess. And the hero treats her like one! As it should be for every woman.
In starting her life over, Joss had expected some resistance, even some trouble, but not this. The bedroom floor boards trembled beneath her golden-slippered feet. Tendrils of an unseen power curled upward from deep within the ground, tingling through her toes. She paused to steady herself, then continued to put the finishing touches on her costume. The tremors grew into rumbles and their hum seeped beneath her skin. When their tiny wisps twined through her mind, she clenched her hands. Enough. Go away.
Thick as starlight on a clear summer’s eve, sweet as the lavender blossoms she had yet to plant, energy whooshed up through the cracks of the worn wood and out into the October night.
She gripped the bureau until it passed, the vibrations rolling over her in lessening waves. Bubbly, effervescent waves. “Third time tonight, Taz.” Each departure took longer, and more of the essence remained.
When the dog whined, she stroked his fur. “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt you.
Even if tonight the waves were palpable enough to make her hairs stand on end. Oh, no, please.
Nothing could ruin tonight. More than a party, this event would determine her future. And after three years of grief, she’d never allow anything to trap her in its clutches again.
The sting remained with Joss long after Eric fled the inn. Deep-rooted pain emanated from him when he’d first entered, and his palm against her arm sent an electric shock straight to her bones. The poor man. Grief kept him its prisoner. Joss understood how easy it was to fall into that dark trap. The way he’d held her, he sought escape. Comfort.
He awakened deep-seated sensations in her. In the few moments with him, she’d felt more alive than she had in three years.
So strange. Normally, one look allowed her to see the person inside. With Eric Hendricks, her receptivity went into overload. His soul, pent up for years, stirred to life and churned up love, fear, joy, hopelessness, yearning, jumbled and shifting faster than light. He displayed great strength in his firm stance and gentle touch. Beneath a hard veneer of sheer pain, one other trait came through clearly—purity of spirit, and integrity enough for many men.
The arrival of more guests drew Joss to the foyer again. Another matronly witch and an older man wearing a checked flannel shirt, jeans, and boots stepped inside, followed by a princess and a boy in a fabric turtle shell.
Joss recognized the girl as one of the riders whose horse was boarded at the inn’s stable. After greeting them and pointing them toward refreshments, she returned to Lydia. “Sorry about Dr. Hendricks.”
“Don’t apologize. It’s wonderful you have so many guests.” Lydia fingered the flowers in the vase on the table.
One woman stood in the archway to the front room, her bright-eyed glare directed at Joss. Wearing a short white shift adorned with large red hearts, the woman held a wand topped with a glittering red heart.
Confused by the woman’s malevolence, Joss approached and fought to overcome the negativity oozing from her. “Did you try some of the booscotti?”
The woman tilted up her chin. “I’m not hungry, Mrs. Gibson,” came her familiar nasal reply.
Recognition finally hit. Of course—the girl who worked at the diner in town. “Sheree?”
At her curt nod, Joss forced a smile. “I love your costume.”
Sheree’s gaze darted her length. “Likewise.”
What could be her problem? The woman wielded her wand like a weapon, ready to strike. “Please have a drink and make yourself at home.”
"Thank you.” Her narrowed eyes swept the room as if suspecting an ambush, and then she moved stiffly away.
Joss crossed the room to Lydia. “That was weird.
Lydia whispered, “Be careful of her.”
“Sheree? I can’t imagine why.” Could she be nervous the inn would take away some of the diner’s business? Though Joss would have liked to think it was the cause of her strange behavior, Sheree’s vibes told Joss otherwise. Business had nothing to do with it. The waitress directed her bad juju at Joss personally. Had Joss unintentionally insulted Sheree? She’d barely met the woman.
Leaning close, her aunt spoke sternly, “I warned you to watch for others who seek the power of this place.”
Sheree? Her aunt must be mistaken. The woman’s terrible attitude resulted from something. Maybe an imagined slight? Joss would find a way to put Sheree at ease.
More guests entered, and Joss excused herself. She left Lydia deeply inhaling the air. Joss couldn’t deny the charged atmosphere was one of the reasons she’d bought the place. Not to tap into any lines of power for herself, but maybe to enhance the lavender field she planned. Joss needed the garden to thrive so the inn would as well.
About the Author
Cate Masters has made beautiful central Pennsylvania her home, but she’ll always be a Jersey girl at heart. When not spending time with her dear hubby, she can be found in her lair, concocting a magical brew of contemporary, historical, and fantasy/paranormal stories with her cat Chairman Maiow and dog Lily as company. Look for her at http://catemasters.blogspot.com and in strange nooks and far-flung corners of the web.
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