Please join me in giving Keri a very warm welcome to The Romance Dish!
I talk all the time. My mother says when I was four I thought my name was “Keri Shut Up” (She abandoned her vow never to use the phrase “shut up” with her child soon after my second birthday). I married a quiet man, one who is happy to watch me talk (even if he isn’t always listening).
I don’t even need a conversational partner. My pets purr when I talk to them, which is all the encouragement I need. Those other drivers may not hear me, but I give them an earful just the same. And yes, like my heroine in STONE KISSED, I haunt graveyards and talk to statues. I lean in close and whisper questions. I won’t say that they answer me…but I won’t say they don’t. I will say that—me being me—they often can’t get a word in edgewise.
Was that the intention of the sculptor? No idea. Is the living family pleased with her or embarrassed by her sensuality? What about the guy two graves over--does his ghost rise at night to check out the babe next door?
Funerary art is like a romance novel. Families use monuments to tell their love stories to strangers and future generations, just as authors do with our books. The beloved husband was a good father and war hero. The beloved wife is an angel in the Happy Ever After. These simple blocks of granite and flower-draped maidens are grand gestures that overcome the dark moment of death. The carvers I’ve met are happy to be helping others declare their eternal and unconditional love.
Lately, readers tell me they’re bringing their lawn gnomes in out of the weather at night. Some have moved the Hummels they inherited into the living room so the figurines can see the family in action. Others have quietly put their carvings away.
What about you? Who, or what do you chat with when no one sees? And what do you think my angel is telling the boys in the afterlife?
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When Delia Forrest talks to statues, they talk back. She is, after all, the last of the Steward witches.
After an arsonist torches her ancestral home with her estranged father still inside, Delia is forced to sell the estate to pay his medical bills. Her childhood crush, Grant Wolverton, makes a handsome offer for Steward House, vowing to return it to its former glory. Delia agrees, as long as he’ll allow her to oversee the restoration.
Working so closely with Grant, Delia finds it difficult to hide her unique talent—especially when their growing passion fuels her abilities.
But someone else lusts after both her man and the raw power contained in the Steward land. Soon,
Delia finds herself fighting not just for Grant's love, but for both their lives...
You can find Keri online at:
Main site and blog: http://keristevens.com
My Friends Yahoo group: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/KeriStevensFriends/join
Twitter http://twitter.com/keristevens (@KeriStevens)
eHarlequin community: http://community.eharlequin.com/blogs/keri-stevens