Twice Upon A Time by Hope Irving
Publication Date: October 31st, 2015
Genre: New Adult Paranormal Romance
Once upon a time, there was the wandering soul of Morgann, an 8th century Irish calligrapher-monk longing to be reunited with his soul mate. Deirdre was his forbidden love, a witch with whom he wrote a coveted book.
Under her spell, the souls of the star-crossed lovers travel from bodies to bodies until they find each other. Eventually.
That became his quest: unearth her new body and trigger her memory, for she is clueless about whom she once was. Unfortunately their story didn't get a chance to become a fairy tale yet it still turned out as a famous urban legend referred as The Black Angel Book.
Twice upon a time, not so long ago, there was me, rational and devastated Rose. I needed to get a grip, said my French mum after my year of numbness due to a painful break-up that led me to cut my wrist daily, to feel something, anything.
So she sent me off to the free-spirited village of Provincetown, Massachusetts, to spend the summer with my American relatives. And just like that, I wasn’t myself any longer. Because someone pulled me out of the darkness and bewitched me, somehow.
I couldn’t wait to jump his bones… but why was he holding back?
He couldn’t wait to welcome me into his world… but was I ready to question my convictions and acknowledge that my self-inflicted cuts were now healing in record time?
How could I have imagined he was longing for his own unorthodox fairytale to come true? Frantically.
“Please, say something!” The tension running through his body was palpable as he
begged me then yelled bitterly at the door, “Coming…”
I remained silent, unable to articulate a word, let alone a sentence, numb.
Turning back to me, he asked, “Rose, are you okay?” I shook my head and shrugged,
my eyes itchy, staring blankly at him.
Of course I wasn’t okay.
I didn’t want to face the others. I wanted to be with him and make it up to him. “Please,
answer me…” His voice sweet.
Another knock on the door, his rocky voice let out another angry yell combined with a
His tone changed back to sweet, addressing me. “Rose, please. I need to know if we’re
good before I get that fucking door.” Oh, he was either mad or worried because swearing
wasn’t his thing.
“We’re good,” I managed to say, getting out of my trance.
Why am I lying?
About the Author
Hope Irving is the proud mother of a lovely and witty young lady, and the lucky wife of a loving and supportive husband. She's a debut indie author who lived in Paris, France, most of her life and also in the US, where she graduated with a master degree.
Her favorite fictional characters are Eric Northman (Sookie Stackhouse series, Charlaine Harris) and Sean Bateman (The Rules of Attraction, Bret Easton Ellis).
More about Twice Upon A Time, her NA paranormal romance:
Excerpt #1: https://goo.gl/UGlB9J
Teaser #1: https://goo.gl/MryvZp