Wednesday, 20 December 2017
I am certainly hoping for this. I don't really do resolutions, but I am going to work on me next year. I need to make myself stronger physically and mentally. I need to build my self-esteem so that I don't fall into the same trap again in a relationship. (More on that on another blog post maybe?)
Yesterday the boys helped with the baking. I made a Christmas cake (with photos to follow once I've decorated it.)
Kieran helped make the mince pies and Ben thoroughly enjoyed building the gingerbread house.
They may be older, and so the magic of Santa has disappeared. But as they say, as one door closes another opens. It was lovely all working in the kitchen together yesterday.
Merry Christmas, everyone,
from the Morgans x x x
Labels: baking, boys, christmas, family, gingerbread house, holiday, mince pies, New Year, resolutions, school holidays
Friday, 8 December 2017
Recluse Millionaire, Reluctant Bride
Is his reluctant bride a business risk or a personal necessity?
Stan Rogers, recluse millionaire, must negotiate a risky deal with Stella Ryan, the exotic beauty from his past, to gain custody of his son. But how can he close the deal with her, the one and only woman who flips his switches and pegs him as the enemy?
Martial artist Stella knows she should steer clear of Stan, the man who had shattered her heart and could still destroy her. Four years have passed since their hostile business deal, and now, the American financier is proposing holy matrimony…but she’s the reluctant bride wondering, what’s he up to?
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Recluse Millionaire, Reluctant Bride – Extract 4
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"You’re not a prisoner here, Ms. Ryan," he said, tone cool. "You’re an invited guest with whom I wish to discuss business.”
"Why didn't you call or e-mail or drop by my studio to discuss your... er...business?”
“In a sense, I did.”
“Stop talking in riddles.”
And that had her hackles rising.
"This charade is utter nonsense.” She moved another few steps closer, the table a barrier between them. “I don’t like being manhandled."
The deep sound of his laughter ricocheted off the walls. "Heard it was the other way around." He saluted her with his drink.
Stella shook her head, pointing her finger at him. "Look here, I have a business to run. Right now, my students are at the dojo waiting for me.”
Stan set the empty glass on the gleaming countertop and rubbed his palms together. "Took care of it.”
"I demand to be relea—” She gaped at him. “What does that mean?" she
demanded. "You know you could be arrested.”
“—left a memo at your studio explaining your absence."
He shuttered his eyes to blue slits, considering her veiled warning. "Ms. Ryan, I’m offering you my hospitality as my guest.”
“I’m not your guest.” She tossed her head. “And don’t need nor want anything from you.”
He hiked a brow, and she swallowed a lump in her throat. Of course, he had control of her core asset and—
"You’re on a publicity tour…Tokyo, Toronto…family demands,” he
explained, his words saturated with meaning. “You’d be returning soon.”
“You dared to—” A tremor vibrated from her head to her toes, shivers
prancing on her spine.
He shrugged. "A risk worth taking."
Stella paled, their one and only meeting zooming to the forefront of her mind.
"Something wrong, Ms. Ryan?" Casually, he slid his hands in his pockets,
confident he’d cornered her.
Stella groped for the back of a chair, the wood smooth and hard beneath her fingertips.
Like the man—unbreakable.
"Do you often take such risks?" she tested, her voice brittle.
"How lofty are they this time?" She tightened her grip on the chair, her heart pounding a warning.
"Riskiest bet of my life," he admitted.
She wouldn’t be bridled. “Must be, to ditch your life of the rich and
famous for that of a recluse.”
He laughed, a dark, ominous sound. “It is.” A shadow swept across
his eyes, and a nerve pinched his jaw. He shrugged and didn’t elaborate.
Tenderness pierced through her frustration. She must be mistaken, or nuts. Nuts to feel anything but contempt for the ogre. She shoved the pinch of feeling away. She didn't care, couldn't care, refused to care.
"I don't play cat and mouse games, Mr. R."
"You do remember."
The gray at his temples and his beard had thrown her at first. His
electrifying blues and commanding tone, capped off with his baiting remarks, cued her a second time in as many hours, how well he knew the game of finance and how well he wielded the rules for his benefit. Yes, she remembered him. He was not a man she could easily forget or how ruthless he could be.
"How do I fit into your scheme of things this time?" Stella asked, her voice crackling with ice.
Monday, 4 December 2017
|Ben in my favourite sleepsuit!|
When he was first born, I saw him as my miracle baby. I only had one Fallopian tube and had doubted whether I would get pregnant naturally. And I remember, after my long laborious labour (I should have taken that as a sign, he'd take his time entering this world, he'd take his time and be laid back about everything from then on in life) that I was grateful and happy to have a healthy baby boy - weighing a whopping 9lb 4oz. If I couldn't have any more, at least I'd been given the gift of at least one baby. And I know some don't even get that, so I was filled with joy.
One memory I have, while I was still in hospital, adjusting to motherhood and breastfeeding; I'd left him in the nursery - the only place you could leave the babies unattended - so I could shower. I came back to his cot to find him gone and a brief moment of panic hit me, fearing someone had stolen my boy. I turned around and midwife held him, showing another midwife/nurse on the ward my baby, saying, 'look how handsome this baby is.' My heart filled with so much pride. (He was incredibly handsome as a baby - but I thought I was biased as his mother).
As he grows older, you can see he's the spitting image of me. And now he has glasses, we are even more similar. Even though he drives me mad, because he is pretty much away with the fairies, in his laid back state, I love him more than words can truly describe. He is laid back, quietly confident, clever (Mathematician of The Year!) and fairly mature - when not bickering with his brother. And though he'll do things that make me cross, he does so much that makes me proud, too.
Not sure where he gets being so chilled out from. My dad (Granddad Ron) and I laugh about it quite regularly. It's certainly not from me. But he loves cake and chocolate - which he does get from me! I love that he loves reading! And I've recently got this boy into Red Dwarf. He is my buddy - when I don't have to be 'Mum' and nag him.
Happy 13th birthday, Ben. May you continue to grow into a great, wonderful, mature man.