WeWriWa: Blessing in Disguise . . . RISE BY MOONLIGHT
I’m taking a look at my favorite couples over the course of my “By Moonlight” shapeshifter series. Some were meant to be together. Some destined to stay apart. My favorites are the ones that end up with one another despite all odds . . . and each other. Dock foreman/ shapeshifter, Philo Tibideaux and Sister Catherine/Mary Kate Malone aren’t what you’d consider “meant to be” but just maybe, they’re a match made in Heaven . . .When these two appeared on the pages of MASKED BY MOONLIGHT , who woulda thought they’d become “a thing.” But in RISE BY MOONLIGHT , they find their way to a happily-ever-after as more than just unrequited soul mates.
Writing romance or otherwise, paranormal or otherwise, is full of couples’ tropes: Friends to Lovers, Woman in Jeopardy, Forbidden Love, Second Chance, Soul Mates, Secret Billionaire, Stuck Together, Enemies to Lovers. Through the 15 books of my “By Moonlight” series, I must have touched upon them all. Let’s see, shall we see?
Like most, Philo Tibideaux had thought the rise of the Promised One would bring those good times legend foretold a-rolling in. So far, he’d seen death and threat and fear, and he’d had enough of all three. Only the softening presence of Mary Kate Malone kept him from acting on his worries more aggressively.
The vivacious blonde cheerleader he’d once admired from afar had infiltrated his world while tutoring his brother when they were teens, that one bright spot in their hand-to-mouth struggle to survive. Tito thought Mary Kate was an angel. Philo knew she was. An angel far and above his reach even though he’d occasionally catch her eying him with what he didn’t dare call interest.
What could a gorgeous thing like Mary Kate Malone see in him?
( . . . and the rest of the scene . . . )
There must have been something he’d missed because there she was when Tito died, holding his hand, drying his eyes. And there at his door again when her system of beliefs began to crumble. He’d asked no questions, held no expectations. Just seeing her every day, scenting her as she slept behind the closed bedroom door, was enough. Until it wasn’t. She’d taught Tito how to read music. And she taught him how to love again.
This image needs to be updated . . . maybe my project for this afternoon. Like I need another one.
How’s your October going so far? My son and I are working our way through our favorite horror/scary shows and movies. LOVING The Haunting of Bly Manor. Super spooky. Are you watching anything from my list? What’s on yours?
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