Traditionally June is the month of romantic weddings. As anyone that knows me is aware I’m anything but traditional. My wedding was in December many moons ago, yet the love of my life continues to surprise me confirming that he is STILL and WILL ALWAYS BE THE ONE.
On my birthday a couple years ago, he arranged a private tour for me (of course he tagged along) through NORAD in Cheyenne Mountain, Colorado. I’d always wanted to do the group tour they arrange once a year or so, but my work schedule made it impossible. Until….I started writing full-time then I controlled my own schedule. He told me the night before (yeah he could have given me a little more warning - hehe) to clear my schedule for the next day that he had a surprise for me. Lucky for him, I didn’t have anything pressing scheduled. LOL, It was quite an adventure with several miles of walking required and clearance through security checks. But I thoroughly enjoyed it all the same. Imagine a whole self-contained community built inside a mountain. Quite a feat. Of course, lunch and dinner were included. I was sad to see the day end.
One other thing comes to mind. On another birthday he arranged the day off and we took a short road trip to Rocky Mountain National Park. I’d never been there in the winter and had remarked the previous summer when we were camping, I’d love to see the park in the dead of winter. My birthday is in January, so it qualifies as the dead of winter. Don’t you think? We had a wonderful time. He had a picnic lunch prepared (Yep we ate it in the warmth of our truck). It was a wonderfully romantic day!
Even after all these years, it’s the little things he remembers and does on a daily basis that makes me feel loved and blessed. No wonder I write romance! LOL
Yes, it is no wonder you write romance. Not many husbands would pay attention when you dream out-loud, then make those dreams come true. I think we can all agree, you're a lucky woman.
Tell us a little about your latest imaginary romance, Mystic Maples.
Earth/Fire witch Mercy Rose's insatiable curiosity always gets her in trouble. After a break-in at her Colorado flower shop, and a court battle that comes to a screeching halt in her favor, she arrives at Deerbourne Inn for a much-needed getaway. Looking for peace and quiet, she finds just the opposite in a startling handsome but mysterious man and his dog.
Silvanus Forrest's gypsy/fae heritage is a double-edged sword. The land he inherited from his parents is rumored to be enchanted. But when Mercy discovers the truth, his well-ordered life unravels, and they're catapulted into the past to right a wrong. Along the way their lives intertwine, and they discover the true meaning of family and love. Will they change the past in time to save their future?
If you haven't read Mystic Maples yet, here is a peek Between the Covers.
It was a beautiful summer evening lit by a full moon. What harm could come from simply popping over to Mystic Maples, digging my toes into the earth and see if there is any truth to the rumors? She shrugged. Sis wouldn't have told me about it, if she hadn't thought it worth investigating. Right?
She toed off her shoes, pulled off her socks and straightened. With a snap of her fingers she left the room without a sound and landed smack dab at the edge of the maple trees. Glancing around, she could see the house in the distance and the outline of the sign. "Good, I'm in the right place." Wandering farther in among the trees, the dirt beneath her feet was cool. Wiggling her toes deeper into the earth, she felt the warmth of the day and something else—a connection.
Several trees had a slight glow to them, then it was gone. Am I imagining…She raised her arms out from her sides and turned her face to the starlit sky letting the magic surge through her. It had been almost a year since magic of any kind called to her. It felt so good, she was lost in the moment.
Suddenly a male voice broke through her revelry. "What are you doing here?"
Her heart thundered in her chest. She hadn't heard a sound. Yet, there he was standing not three feet from her, hands on hips, and glaring at her.
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Here's more about this lovely author:
Tena Stetler is a best-selling author of award winning paranormal romance. She has an over-active imagination, which led to writing her first vampire romance as a tween to the chagrin of her mother and delight of her friends.
With the Rocky Mountains outside her window, she sits at her computer surrounded by a wide array of witches, shapeshifters, demons, faeries, and gryphons, with a Navy SEAL or two mixed in telling their tales. Her books tell stories of magical kick-ass women and mystical alpha males that dare to love them. Travel, adventure and a bit of mystery flourish in her books along with a few companion animals to round out the tales.
Colorado is home; shared with her husband of many moons, a brilliant Chow Chow, a spoiled parrot and a forty-five-year-old box turtle. When she’s not writing, her time is spent kayaking, camping, hiking, biking or just relaxing in the great Colorado outdoors.Author Contact Information:
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Now it's our visitors turn to tell us about a romantic time in their lives. Thanks for being my guest, Tena. I hope you'll hang around and see what other romantic men are up to. I like to call it, inspiration.