Since paranormal is one of my passions, and reincarnation fascinates me, I had to ask Raegyn to guest here. She returned the invitation with a fun blog post on
Raegyn's World
Raegyn (pronounced Reagan)
is thrilled to share her debut novel, Lavender Fields, with readers. This is
the first book in the Eternal Journey
Series. It asks the question,
‘What if love found the right
people, at the wrong time?’
With the inspiration coming from a true family story, and
having found the uninhibited time to write, a story was born.
When not writing, Raegyn is perfectly content curled up with
a good book, TV binge watching, or on a fun travel adventure. Also, anyone who
knows her knows she loves to dance (a lot!) wherever and whenever possible!
How would she
describe Lavender Fields?
It’s a paranormal romance that centers around reincarnation; so
it’s basically two romances! The story is funny, sexy, dark, and raw while
being twisted, mysterious, and still somehow romantic.
Raegyn believes readers can connect with her lovers, Connor and Greye, on a few levels. It has the elements of the classic love
story: boy meets & gets girl, but it also tackles some real and
uncomfortable issues, while introducing characters that anyone can relate to,
root for, or despise altogether! Then, throw some odd clues with a helping of
paranormal in, and you have a unique take on a timeless aspect of romance. The
author hopes so anyway!
After Raegyn completes the Eternal Journey Series,
she hopes to begin work on another series, which readers can actually catch a
glimpse of first within the pages of Lavender Fields.
The beautiful Pacific Northwest state
of Washington has been home since 2001. She has one grown son whom she adores.
Raegyn is currently working on the second book in the series, Cypress Groves (working title), and will be
investigating options to maybe get her full length stage play produced in the
area.
Excerpt:
The Dream
Screams
of outrage and pain crashed against the howling wind. Breaking glass followed
while a crimson ooze covered the wet ground.
A
lingering scent carried on the breeze was swallowed by the night. The orange
glow on the horizon turned an ominous dark and the sky rumbled with agitation.
Each
time the dream came to her, it was as vivid and profound as before. Through the
fog of this dream appeared a hazy universal image. The small, obscure wooden
marker at the top of the hill marked a long-forgotten resting place.
Greye
had dozed off on the park bench and the haunting dream had come upon her again,
as it had so many times in years past. She was never able to understand the
nightmare, and it unsettled her still, as an adult. Set in a faraway place and
time, there was always something more just beneath the surface… hinting at an
unknown that should somehow be familiar.
Greye couldn’t have known the role this
recurring dream would play in her future.
***
Greye looked down to
begin writing again when a searing pain shot straight up her leg. She froze in
shocked confusion. She grabbed her knee as her eyes blurred with tears. Then
she noticed the bright green Frisbee that had smashed into her right kneecap.
The kids were now
otherwise occupied, their voices softer and further in the distance. The man
was approaching with the Lab in stride. Greye could sense he had stopped in
front of her. She heard an anxious and strong, deep voice.
“Oh God, I’m so sorry.
Are you OK? I’m so sorry.”
Clutching her
throbbing knee with one hand, and wiping her eyes with the other, Greye looked
up into his cobalt blues, which were still cringed looking at where his errant
disk had landed. Managing to conceal an unexpected sigh, she replied, “I’m
fine, I think. Just wasn’t expecting it.”
She watched as he drew
a hand through his dark, short hair. It was a nervous habit she figured. She
also noticed the tousled, shiny waves that threatened to end in curls if his
hair got much longer.
***
Connor caught an
intriguing scent on the wind he thought he remembered, but couldn’t quite
place. “My apologies really. I didn’t expect it to catch that much air.”
As if feeling guilty
by association, the golden Lab came and rested its big head on her uninjured
leg. When Connor saw the smile she gave his best friend, a warm feeling began to blossom in his
chest.
Scratching
the dog’s ears, she offered, “It’s OK, I’ll live. May never walk right, but
I’ll live.”
The
casual smirk she quickly added had Connor feeling the stricken pallor of his
face blush with heat.
“Well,
it has to be said, there has been considerable advancement in knee replacement
these days. Though I do hope it doesn’t come to that.”
Greye
let a soft laugh escape and she countered with, “I don’t think it will. I’m tough.
I’ll forego the surgery, and wear this limp with pride.” She gently massaged
her red and puffy knee.
This
time Connor had to laugh. He really liked this pretty woman with the quick and
easy comebacks. She appeared to be of mixed race, most likely black and white,
with her flawless honey colored complexion. It was those expressive green eyes
he found he could get easily lost in. He strongly resisted the urge to touch
her soft chin length brown hair, which he noticed, was lit with auburn
highlights as it fell in loose waves around a diamond shaped face. He noticed a
scar than ran just under her jaw line. Her slender body looked to be in pretty
good shape as well.
With
a cocky grin, and a small bow he said, “A battle wound then I most humbly take
credit for. Then he added, “I couldn’t help but notice your perfume. It’s
really … nice.”
“Thank
you. It’s just hand lotion; honey and—”
“Lavender,”
he finished. That’s her scent.
She
replied, “It’s honey and lavender, yes.”
Contact Raegyn:
Affiliations: PNWA (Pacific NW Writers Association) Romance Writers of America
