Authors: Claudy Conn
She couldn’t give up all her future plans. She didn’t believe that her father would force her to marry Galen. She was sure she could get through to him. He loved her, she told herself. She would find the right moment to talk to him.
“Yes, but…” she started to object.
“Exerilla, listen to me. I prepared everything for you last year when I first discovered what your father was planning. It will only be a few months…”
“No, I can’t. I won’t!” Exerilla frowned. “You are asking too much, Mom. I don’t think papa can force me to marry against my will. I am twenty-one and have reached my majority. I too have a few tricks up my sleeve.”
“You
have not
reached your majority. Not until Samhain. It is then that you will reach your witch’s majority. Until then, your father can compel you to do whatever he wants you to do.”
She couldn’t believe her father would use a compulsion spell to make her marry
El Creepo.
She couldn’t believe he would force her to do anything. He had never done so before.
She had made up her mind that she would not go to England and she would definitely not be sent into the past.
“No, Mom. I’m not going. I’m not doing this. I will handle papa,” she answered. None of this made sense to her.
Her mother frowned, and suddenly surprised her as she ‘poofed’ off in a cloud of white mist.
A word about Claudy Conn...
Writing for me is like breathing fresh air. I can't seem to put my "pen" down. Over the years I have written over forty mass market (Regency and historical) best-sellers; however, the lure of paranormal romance has certainly taken over my brain and pitched me into a wonderful world of adventure.
When I'm not writing and researching and reading, I'm out in the garden, or fixing fences with my husband. Our horse, Southern Pride, and our two huge wolf dogs, Cherokee, and her son, Rocky the Man, like to tag along. We also take care of (with his permission) Mr. H, the box turtle.
My husband and I are outdoorsy and are always hiking, swimming, and playing with the animal crew.