In which Angel erroneously thinks a fated love story is about her…and gets quite cross and takes matters into her own paws when she finds out it isn’t!
I was feeling a tad miffed, My Lovelies. I have fallen out, again, with my Boyfriend. It is all his fault. I am totally innocent and refute all his unfounded and unkind allegations in their entirety!
‘O.M.G Angel, what could he possibly accuse a dog with such an unblemished character as yourself of doing?’
Humph, you may well ask, My Lovelies. He accused me of Cheating…Again… as if! So I slammed the phone down on him and grabbed Grannie and went to the bookshop. I needed a quiet space in order to think up a plausible excuse as to why I was spotted having afternoon tea in Fortnum & Mason’s with dapper dog about town,Teddy Hot Paws. Oh my, that boy is sooo cute and he does provide a jolly good posh nosh up. I had promised Hamish never to see him again after getting caught out on a riverside walkies by moonlight last Monday night. (Teddy brought Champagne and cake and as Hamish was busy watching the rugby I was at a loose end. I ask you what was a girl to do, how could I refuse?!)
Hmm…I would need a cast iron alibi to wriggle my way out of this one. That’s where Grannie came in… Erm I mean my old girl needed an outing…We were enjoying a frothy Cappuccino and a big plate of those crunchy Biscotti biscuits in the cosy little bookshop cafe. I like books and I like Biscotti. I like them, a lot…so I ate the lot. Whilst having a good old crunch and munch a book caught my eye, not surprising since I was in a bookstore, you may observe I have cleverly deduced, but there was something about this particular book.
‘Was it one of your own woofilicious Bestsellers, Angel?’ I hear you solicitously ask.
Well no, surprisingly it was one of Grannie’s offerings! I picked it up and had a browse and I was delighted to see it was obviously all about me! I must say I was rather touched that Grannie had totally taken seriously just how deeply affected I was when my True Love falsely accused me of cheating an hour ago. Imagine how pleased I was to see she had put the pedal to the metal and written and had published and distributed a whole book all about my experiences, poignantly titled ‘Torn from the Heart’.
‘Ohhh Angel, how could your own True Love be so cruel!’ I hear you exclaim in shocked disbelief.
Indeed. It pains me, My Lovelies, to share that I am suffering considerable heartbreak, following his totally scurrilous and unfounded allegations of infidelity.It was with trembling paws I picked up my book, deliciously anticipating to be blown away by a sensitive rendition of my emotive tale, something perhaps evocative of Anna Karenina? I was expecting that Grannie’s pen flew across the pages painting an eloquent picture of a beautiful Westie fighting for the boy she loved, convincing him of her pure and unblemished character. I admit the cover did not grab me. It did not exactly blow me away. I mean what was it about? It was a red heart with a crack down the middle?! What was that going to convey to the reader? Surely a picture of Moi would have painted a thousand words in a far more elegant and flattering manner?
Hmm…I had a good chew on my last Biscotti and puzzled it out. Those of you know me, know I have a considerable and unrivalled intellect having the equivalent of several doggy PhD’s and an hour or two later I got it! It was one of those metaphor thingies to do with my recent heartache, I guess…But it should have been me on that cover, a far more effective, aesthetically pleasing and compelling choice. What reader would not fail to be touched by a nicely ‘photo -shopped’ image of the tender young Westie with a faraway look in her beautiful black eyes. Maybe a tear delicately rolling over my soft, white fur? Sadness oozing from my charismatic pores. Totally emotive stuff… So I thoughtfully took numerous “selfies” looking suitably sad and poignant, and when she popped to the Loo I got my paws on her MacBook and submitted the new,much improved, cover to her publishers.
So, it was with a great deal of disgust I found out there was not one word about me in the whole book. I mean, how could she? The Paws is not amused!Reviewers with comments like this, led me to believe the book was indeed about my recent upset with my beloved:-
You can see why I was led into the false assumption this book was indeed My book, and with delicious reviews like this one, ‘Hypnotically Addictive Can’t Put Down Novel…’ Who else but Moi would receive such an accolade, I ask you??? Don’t answer, the question is purely rhetorical. We all know it is Moi! Humph…I voiced my opinions in that bookshop. I voiced them loud and clear. I howled in disgust. I barked in anger. Grrr…To be honest I cannot see what the problem was, just because I aired my grievances and urged the assembled crowd to boycott her rotten old misleading book we were unceremoniously thrown out of the bookshop. For some unknown reason Grannie got her baggy old knickers in a right twist about my quite reasonable advice to the assembled crowd.Humphh. Unreasonable or what, I ask you?! Don’t answer. We all know she is unreasonable. Grrr…And when her publishers sent her the proof of her new cover, she went on a total rampage. Ohhh the ingratitude of it all…
“ANGEL!!!! You are a very naughty girl, you had no right to change the cover on MY book! I feel I have to clarify that ‘Torn From the Heart’ was written and published waaaaayyyyy before your long suffering True Love Hamish caught you out skanking with Teddy Hot Paws. And if you had taken a moment to read the description, perhaps you would have realised that the ‘Cruel Heartbreaker’ Adam Knight was not based on your very forgiving B.F and the Beguiling raven haired Witch Evelyn, certainly was not a reflection of a cheeky little Madam, called Angel Nash!!!
Grannie is NOT amused young lady…”
Cruel heartbreaker, Adam takes no prisoners in ‘Affaires de Coeur’. Fate takes a hand in his bad boy ways one dark, stormy night when Adam finds himself at the mercy of a vicious storm. Lost and afraid on a treacherous Moor, crying out for help…in the middle of nowhere, will anyone hear his pitiful plea?
Chancing upon mysterious ‘Half Moon Inn’ and beguiling inn-keeper Evelyn Blackmore, could his prayers have been heard? The raven-eyed beauty offers more than sanctuary. Through the hours of darkness, Adam’s fey companion spins fireside tales of love, loss, rejection, and redemption.
Gradually he realises the ethereal Evelyn knows him all too well as she rips her preternatural tales from the recesses of his black heart. Evelyn weaves the unravelled threads of his deepest secrets onto the loom of his life, as Adam secretly plots scenes of soft seduction. Will Evelyn fall prey to her guest’s dark charms and be enticed into his web of deceit? Unbeknownst to him, the enigmatic beauty also has secrets and as the Witching hour fast approaches, so do uninvited and hungry ghosts of the past.
With more than a touch of magic in the air the Hunter just might find he has become the hunted….
In this hauntingly beautiful book, two hearts and minds meet when their World’s meet collide across time. This otherworldly story delves deeply into dark places, exploring the ‘House of Relationship’. Can the alchemy of the eternal Spirit and soul love ever truly heal the wounds of the human heart?