Day: September 27, 2018

Blog Tour: Reflected Destinies

Today I am one of the stops on the blog tour for Reflected Destinies by Florence Keeling! I will be sharing an extract that she loved to write…an almost kiss! There is also a giveaway going on to win a signed copy  if you are lucky enough to live in the UK!

Book Description: 

Laura is happy and content, she has a new boyfriend and loves her job teaching primary school pupils in London. But when she inherits a rundown house from a stranger on her 30th birthday, memories of her prom night come flooding back, memories of a scary encounter and an antique mirror in the very same house.

Laura visits the house with all its secrets and as she unravels the clues she reveals the biggest secret of all: her own destiny. But how can you change the future if it’s already written in the past?

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Reflected Destinies is ultimately a love story and you’ve got to have kissing in a love story. Here is one of my favourite scenes to write…an almost kiss.

“I’ve been to the end of the back garden and I’ve walked to the front gate but I didn’t seem to be able to go any further.”  He was munching crisps now.  “Why do you think this is happening?”

“I really don’t know.”  She wished she did.  “Has anything like this happened before?”

“You mean have I walked through mirrors into different centuries before?”  He laughed gently.  “No, this is my first time.”  He smiled at her with raised eyebrows and just a subtle hint of innuendo.

“Is it hot in here?”  Laura felt her cheeks going red and stood up to open the window, fanning herself as she leaned up against the wall.

“Perhaps it was when you came here.”  He got up and walked towards her. Placing each hand on the wall, one either side of her he leaned closer.  “Perhaps we’re connected in some way,” he whispered in her ear.

His voice sent a tiny shiver down her neck but she wasn’t cold.  Dear God, she wasn’t cold in the slightest.  Where had the prudish man from earlier gone?  Here he was almost kissing her.  Then she remembered the two bottles of wine he had almost devoured on his own and vowed to get him drunk more often.

“Maybe,” she squeaked, not trusting her voice as he caressed her cheek with the back of his hand then ran his thumb over her lip.

“So beautiful,” he murmured bringing his mouth closer and closer to hers.  Laura shut her eyes in anticipation, her breathing shaky.

Hurry up and kiss me already, she thought to herself then opened her eyes when no kiss came.  Ben was nowhere in sight so she called his name.

“Bloody timing eh?”  She followed his voice to find him heading up the stairs and after checking her watch found it to be two minutes to three.  “Shall we continue this tomorrow?”  He held out his hand towards her and she took it, falling into step beside him.


About the Author:

Florence Keeling adopted for her pen-name her Great Grandmother’s name, chosen because of the shared birthday of April Fool’s Day.  She is married with two teenage children.  Born and raised in Coventry, England she now lives just outside in Nuneaton.  Reflected Destinies is her first novel.

Florence Keeling also writes for children under the name of Lily Mae Walters.

Contact Florence:
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