Hi, my name is Mercury.
My parents are Terry and Angela. I also have a brother named Hunter and sister named Emilee.
I came to live with them 3 years ago when I was just a little puppy. Since then, they’ve taken good care of me, even when I’m bad.
My favorite things to do include- eating Legos, barking at squirrels, chasing my tail, sleeping with my parents (when I paw at the covers long enough, they let me sleep under them)- chewing ABC gum, and drinking the milk from unattended cereal bowls my sister leaves behind. If I’m quick I can drink the last of mom’s coffee when she’s not looking. But don’t tell her!
My favorite foods include- peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, cheese, and bologna. All of these I willingly share with my family. But they better not touch my wet food! I only get this once a day and when its dinner time, I mean business- no more Mr. Good Dog. It’s all Mr. Bad Dog until it’s gone!!
Over the years my mom has taught me a few tricks. I can sit, shake, raise up, stand, dance, and lay down. But I draw the line at roll over and play dead. It is beneath me and no amount of treats can make me change my mind.
In my spare time I enjoy belly rubs, brisk walks, and sitting in my mom’s lap while she’s working on the computer. Sometimes when she forgets to take me out, I have to lick her hand to get her attention- she really hates that. So I keep at it until I get my way. Hey, I’m the baby. What can I say? I’m spoiled.
Like when my dad comes home from work and doesn’t tell me “Hi” right away or give me a hug like he’s supposed to, I just can’t keep my muzzle shut. I have to follow him around the house, growling and grunting until he finally picks me up and gives me the hug I’ve been waiting for.
I love my dad. He was the one who talked mom into letting me sleep with them after I broke my cage. He also knows just where to scratch behind my ears to make my leg go all shaky! He also makes the best breakfast. When it’s just me and him, he makes me fried eggs. Ssssh, it’s a secret and we can’t tell mom. She’ll get mad.
You know who else gets mad! Hunter. He doesn’t like to share those tasty Lego’s, so I have to sneak into his room to get a few. When he finds out, he chases me around the house. That’s fun!!! You know what else is fun? When we play tug of war with his sock. Sometimes I nip his toe when we’re playing and he squeals real loud. I wish I could laugh, because it’s real funny.
Then there’s Emilee. My sister was the one that begged and begged Mom to get me until she gave in. She gives me my baths and makes sure I plenty of food and water. She’s my best friend.
I love my family.
Title: Love’s Battle
Series Name: True Blue Trilogy
SubGenre(s): Time Travel, Paranormal, Fantasy
Rating: Sensual (PG-PG13)
Page Count: 310
Word Count: 69678
Love Howard has more than a knack for matchmaking. Born from a forbidden passion and a twelve-hundred-year-old promise, she and her sisters can literally see true love. And while Love has no problem bringing other couples together, her own romantic life could use a little help.
Danton DeAngelo has always been well grounded in reality. So it throws him for no small loop when the woman he’s fallen for believes that she’s been reincarnated eleven times and can actually see true love.
Now Danton is faced with the biggest decision of his life. Accept Love for who she really is, or walk away from her forever.
EXCERPT FOR LOVE’S BATTLE- ANGELA HAYES
The hand Love pressed to her brow was visibly shaking. “There’s something I need to tell you. I just need you to keep an open mind.”
“What is it? Are you sick?” Danton asked.
“No, I’m not sick.” Her voice trembled on a forced laugh. “It’s something else. Something I‘ve been trying to prepare you for. This would be so much easier if you believed in magic. If you could believe that what I’m about to tell you is the honest truth.”
Turning, Love opened the iron chest, the hinges groaning with the effort as specks of rust littered the floor. From its depths she pulled out a clear plastic bag that she held tight to her chest, eyes closed, before handing it to a confused Danton.
“This is my tartan, my plaid. Before it faded and was dinner for the moths, it was once patterned in checks of green, gray, and brown. The purple and white stripes that ran through the hem identified the wearer as part of the royal family.” Love tapped the plastic, her finger pointing out where each color should be. “It was a gift from my father. The first and only time my sister’s and I met him, he was on his deathbed, we were eighteen. A week later our mother died in the same moment he drew his last breath.” Needing the extra air Love drew a breath of her own. “That day was the thirteenth of February, eight-hundred and fifty-eight AD. My father was Cinaed mac Alpin, crowned king of the Picts and Gaels. He was Scotland’s first king.”
“Eight- hundred and fifty-eight?” That couldn’t be right, she was only twenty-five. “Don’t you mean Nineteen-eighty-seven?”
“No. I was born for the first time in Scotland during the middle of the ninth century.”
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