by
Elizabeth Morgan
Stepping Stones possibly falls under being a strange name for a book let alone a
romance book. And perhaps it is even stranger since there aren’t actually any
stepping stones in the story.
Have you ever
heard the expression, “just take one step at a time?” You probably have since such sayings
like, “take each day as it comes,” falls alongside it.
These sayings are
our way of telling ourselves or others that we have to take things slowly, we
have to take our time, and we can’t rush decision or choices. Every day we are
taking steps in our life path. Some days we may take a couple of steps back,
but it’s all about progression; about moving forward.
Have I confused
you? I apologize if I have, but I shall start at the beginning.
The idea for Stepping Stones came in a dream. Now, I have had many
dreams and been shown scenes etc which I have immediately written down when I
have woken up, because I thought they would make interesting stories. But
this particular dream was the first and only one I have had to date where I was
basically given the story on a silver platter. Not that I am trying to say
writing this story was easy, because it wasn’t and for a couple of reasons, but
I saw everything.
In this dream I
was in Maggie’s shoes. I remember pulling up in a taxi outside this church
situated on a cliff top. The bride ran straight up to me and said that her
maid-of-honour couldn’t make it and she wanted me to take her place. I was
reluctant, but she talked me round.
I remember
walking down the aisle and being gobsmacked that my ex was the Vicar marrying
this couple. I stood through the service with my eyes fixed on the wall not
daring to look at him, and then when I finally could get out of their I ran . .
. right into the last person I wanted to see; my foster brother. I was angry
with him, but I missed him.
The next scene I
was in the garden with my mother and father who told me – and this is where
there were some actual stepping stones – and my foster brother to go and argue
it out, and each time we told the truth, or made a point, we could take a step
forward. The aim being that by the time we met in the middle we had to be fine
and make up.
Now, it’s a bit
of a strange dream, and sure it lacks in detail, but that was the seed for Stepping
Stones, and I woke up knowing that I had to write the story. It took
me two years to do so, but I finally finished it and submitted it.
But it still
isn’t obvious why I called the book Stepping Stones, is it?
Only a few of
those elements found their way in to the book. I added and padded the rest out,
but I didn’t add the actual scene with the stones. Why? Well, it probably would
have worked if Maggie’s father was a psychiatrist and had crazy exercises for
getting people to communicate, but that’s not her father, or how he is.
But even though
no stones are visible or present, the point of them, and the saying still apply
to this story, because Stepping
Stones is about Maggie
retracing her steps. It’s about her finding her way back home, back to
happiness, and having to take the necessary steps to fix the damage she caused
six years prior.
She has to take
one step at a time to figure out what she truly wants, where she wants to be,
and who she wants to be with.
And that is why the book has been titled Stepping Stones.
Stepping
Stones
(Sweet Contemporary Romance)
By
Elizabeth Morgan
Blurb:
There's
nothing like a wedding to bring the family together....
If not for her
baby sister’s impending marriage, Margaret West would never return home. But
after six long years, she finds herself a maid of honor who must answer to the
people she left behind.
If her
parents’ interrogation doesn’t drive her to drink, facing her foster brother,
Adrian, just might. To make matters worse, her ex-fiancé is the vicar who will
conduct her sister’s ceremony.
Everyone
demands to know why she ran off. But the more time she spends at home, the more
Margaret realizes even she doesn’t
know the real reason.
Excerpt:
“When is Aidy getting here?” Jessica
grabbed the large bowl of scrambled eggs and brought it closer to her plate.
“I think his flight is due in at
three.” My mother placed a dish of bacon on the table and took a seat beside
me. “He will be in time for the wedding rehearsal; don’t worry.”
My stomach clenched. “Wedding rehearsal?” I
coughed, trying to clear the chunk of toast lodged in my throat. “What wedding
rehearsal?”
“Today at four. We’re running through
the service.” Jess scooped egg onto her plate. “I told you.”
Nervous laughter bubbled in my throat
and try as I may, I couldn’t stop shaking my head. “No.” I patted my chest.
“No, you never mentioned a rehearsal.”
“Oh.” She placed the bowl back in the
middle of the table. “I could have sworn I did.”
“Nope, you didn’t. Believe me, I would
have remembered otherwise.” I grabbed my mug and knocked the coffee back before
finishing my piece of toast.
“Well, it’s no big deal.” Edward took
the bowl of eggs and helped himself. “Just a quick run-through.”
“Will everyone be there?” Forcing a
smile on my face, I looked up at them both, hoping like hell my question would
pass as innocent and genuine curiosity.
“Anyone who is involved in the wedding
itself will be.”
Great. So that meant Jessica, Edward, the parents, and the bridesmaids, plus
me. That left Adrian and…. “Will Vicar Taylor, be there?”
Oh
God, did my voice just go higher?
“Yes, Margaret, William will be there.
He is the one who is marrying Jessie and Edward, so he needs to be there.” My father skewered some bacon and tomatoes onto
his fork.
Grimacing, I reached out and grabbed
another piece of toast. “Just a question, Pa.” A stupid one, but a question nevertheless….
“It is normal for people to have
wedding rehearsals, Margaret. Just because you—”
Jess picked up the coffeepot. “Does
anyone want more coffee?”
I straightened, my focus fixed on Pa.
“I’m aware of that.”
“Maggie?”
My father’s shoulders went rigid. He
lifted his head and our gazes locked. I didn’t miss the way the muscle in the
side of his neck ticked. Arguing with my father in front of Jessica and Edward
was not an option, so I looked away.
“Please.” I held out my mug and Jess
poured the dark liquid.
I could kick myself. A wedding rehearsal hadn’t even crossed my mind. Having to
stand at the altar before William on the actual wedding day would be hard
enough, but having to do it twice…my
stomach churned.
“So, will Adrian come straight to the
church?” Edward cut the awkward silence.
“Yes. He will get a taxi to the
church, and then we will bring him and his luggage back here.” My mother held
her mug out to Jess.
“Adrian is staying here?
Tonight?” I added sugar to my coffee. “Won’t it be crowded? I thought—”
“No more crowded than it was in your
childhood.” My father took a bite out of his toast.
More
and more good news. Of course he would be staying here; it was his family
home after all. I guess, it was stupid of me to hope that he would go to a
B&B, but my parents wouldn’t have allowed it even if he did suggest it. I
hadn’t seen him in six years, hadn’t spoken to him. And yet, in a couple of
hours I would be locked in the same house as him.
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Author Bio:
Elizabeth Morgan is a multi-published author of urban fantasy, paranormal,
erotic horror, f/f, and contemporary; all with a degree of romance, a dose of
action and a hit of sarcasm, sizzle or blood, but you can be sure that no
matter what the genre, Elizabeth always manages to give a unique and often
humorous spin to her stories.
Like her
tagline says; A pick ‘n’ mix genre author. “I’m
not greedy. I just like variety.”
And that she
does, author of erotic ménage horror, Creak,
paranormal erotic horror and UK, US & Australian Amazon best seller
(Gay/Lesbian, Fiction, Lesbian), On the
Rocks, erotic romance, US, UK & Spanish Amazon bestseller (Erotica
Short Story) Truth or Dare? And sweet
contemporary romance, UK & US Amazon bestseller (British/Drama &
Plays), Stepping Stones.
She also has
her hand in self-publishing. Look out for more information on her upcoming
releases at her website: www.e-morgan.com
Away from the
computer, Elizabeth can be found in the garden trying hard not to kill her
plants, or dancing around her little cottage with the radio on while she
cleans, watching movies or good television programmes – Dr Who? Atlantis? The
Musketeers? Heck, yes! – Or curled up with her two cats, reading a book.
Where to find Elizabeth Online: