* TWICE UPON A TIME *
– SYNOPSIS –
Once upon a time, there was the wandering soul of Morgann, an 8th century Irish calligrapher-monk longing to be reunited with his soul mate. Deirdre was his forbidden love, a witch with whom he wrote a coveted book.
Under her spell, the souls of the star-crossed lovers travel from bodies to bodies until they find each other. Eventually.
That became his quest: unearth her new body and trigger her memory, for she is clueless about whom she once was. Unfortunately their story didn’t get a chance to become a fairy tale yet it still turned out as a famous urban legend referred as The Black Angel Book.
Twice upon a time, not so long ago, there was me, rational and devastated Rose. I needed to get a grip, said my French mum after my year of numbness due to a painful break-up that led me to cut my wrist daily, to feel something, anything.
So she sent me off to the free-spirited village of Provincetown, Massachusetts, to spend the summer with my American relatives. And just like that, I wasn’t myself any longer. Because someone pulled me out of the darkness and bewitched me, somehow.
I couldn’t wait to jump his bones… but why was he holding back?
He couldn’t wait to welcome me into his world… but was I ready to question my convictions and acknowledge that my self-inflicted cuts were now healing in record time?
How could I have imagined he was longing for his own unorthodox fairytale to come true? Frantically.
– EXCERPTS & TEASERS –
> EXCERPT #1
“Hi, I called you last week about registration—” I opened the cupboard to get a plate for my cinnamon raisin bagel that was being toasted as I spoke.
Without letting me finish my sentence, the sexy voice, still this aching tone—not from a sore throat, then—declared, “Hi yourself.”
A cough on the other end of the line.
“Oh, I remember you!” He chuckled. “You hung up on me so fast I didn’t get your name.” How could he remember me from a week ago? “So I guess, it’s ‘Hi yourself… again’, right?” He paused for a split second, in a playful tone, added, “I do remember your voice, though. Will you tell me your name this time or are we gonna play hide and seek again? That’s why you’re calling back, right? You realized your mistake?”
Flabbergasted, I replied, putting a large amount of cream cheese on my heated bagel. “Exactly… I forgot to give you my name. You’re gifted, you know, recognizing my voice like that. I bet I wasn’t the only one who called to enroll.”
A giggle that almost came out as a roar.
“You’re right, I got a few phone calls…” He coughed again then said, “But actually recognizing your voice was pretty easy. I like your voice: warm and confident although I can hear a little bit of worry in it. I bet it’s due to both excitement and fright about attending the workshop. Anxious and curious, I would say.” Did he say that to everybody, to be nice? “Your voice is tinged with… I don’t know, sorrow, I would say, and that’s why it sounds different.”
O-kay, where did that come from? I sighed at his accurate comment.
“Well,” I started, biting on the bagel to buy me some time, “thanks for the comment on my voice. You’re insightful, I must add.” And out of the blue I blurted out, “I love your voice… too… mmm.” Did I say that out loud? Sure I meant it but couldn’t say that to a complete stranger. “I mean… I like your voice, too.”
Silly me. Now he was going to think I was hitting on him over the phone. Great!
“Thanks, stranger. And by the way, I wasn’t making a comment about your voice I was paying you a compliment,” he stated, correcting my assumption. “So, anyway, what did you say your name was?”
“I didn’t give it to you, yet. Sorry, I’m not doing that on purpose, I swear.” Here I was, toying with my hair again, embarrassed. “My name is Rose Perry.”
“So I remember you’ve always wanted to learn calligraphy but never had the chance, is that correct?” Calm and in control, with a sensual kind of a rugged voice, from which you could altogether fantasize about a hot guy as its beholder.
> EXCERPT #2
Centuries ago Deirdre got killed. Centuries ago Morgann was left for dead. Since then, it is revenge his soul is after; my soul. For Rose to trust me, comprehend the depth of my feelings and remember the truth, I need to confide in her and let her know what we are. What I am. Otherwise it will never work out. I don’t want her to feel pressured because of this spell. I have no idea about the extent of our free will in that story. As far as I’m concerned, I’ve accepted my fate long ago. I pray for her to do the same. I’m convinced we belong together.
> EXCERPT #3
“Please, say something!” The tension running through his body was palpable as he begged me then yelled bitterly at the door, “Coming…”
I remained silent, unable to articulate a word, let alone a sentence, numb.
Turning back to me, he asked, “Rose, are you okay?” I shook my head and shrugged, my eyes itchy, staring blankly at him.
Of course I wasn’t okay.
I didn’t want to face the others. I wanted to be with him and make it up to him. “Please, answer me…” His voice sweet.
Another knock on the door, his rocky voice let out another angry yell combined with a curse.
His tone changed back to sweet, addressing me. “Rose, please. I need to know if we’re good before I get that fucking door.” Oh, he was either mad or worried because swearing wasn’t his thing.
“We’re good,” I managed to say, getting out of my trance.
Why am I lying?
> EXCERPT #4
“If she is the one, she has no memory of us, whatsoever. I can’t force that on her, that wouldn’t be fair, would it? Because if I end up telling her the truth, she’ll think I’m a lunatic. And if she starts to believe part of it, she’s gonna think she was doomed because of an ancient spell or something.”