On being virtuous 

“Patience might not be his particular virtue but he should be able to muster enough of it to see this through until the end.”

They say authors always put or leave something of themselves in the stories they write. I can’t speak for anybody else, but I know that for me, with this book, that is indeed the case. No, I did not enter into a bet with anyone, and I didn’t “condemn” myself to a month of celibacy either. But I have to admit that being patient has paid off for me in the past and how.

When I was younger I had a do first, think later attitude towards life, and that included my interactions with men. Once I found myself in a clear situation of mutual attraction, I usually allowed the situation to unfold without waiting for a next date before taking things further. For reasons I still can’t explain to myself that was different when I first met my husband. For the first time since I’d discovered men I told myself to slow down, take my time, and see what might happen if I didn’t jump in feet first.

Is it a coincidence that the first man I took my time with, turned out to be the person I would marry? I like to think that something else, something more was at play. Because I do know that I was certain I would end up married to him as soon as I first saw him and before I even knew his name. So in my mind the happiness I found is most definitely linked to the patience I practised.

Mind you, once my or maybe I should say, our patience ran out we moved from standstill to full speed ahead in a matter of weeks. I think himself moved in with me less than a month after our first kiss. 🙂

He slowly savored his coffee, while he allowed the idea to play around in his head until he was sure he liked it and probably wouldn’t regret it five weeks from now. Andóhe sat up as the notion struck if the tattoo worked the way he hoped it would, if he managed to keep himself under control and, who knew, if he did find someone who would be more than a one-night stand, he definitely wouldn’t resent the mark in years to come.

Warmth spread through Xander’s body as he imagined looking at his hand decades from now with a smile on his face as he remembered how getting the tattoo had been the start of the rest of his life. He almost laughed out loud at himself.

Whether or not it will work out that way is something that remains to be seen of course.

REVIEWED by Jen B.

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Helena Stone canít remember a life before words and reading. After growing up in a household where no holiday or festivity was complete without at least one new book, itís hardly surprising she now owns more books than shelf space while her Kindle is about to explode.

The urge to write came as a surprise. The realisation that people might enjoy her words was a shock to say the least. Now that the writing bug has well and truly taken hold, Helena can no longer imagine not sharing the characters in her head and heart with the rest of the world.

Having left the hustle and bustle of Amsterdam for the peace and quiet of the Irish Country side she divides her time between reading, writing, long and often wet walks with the dog, her part-time job in a library, a grown-up daughter and her ever loving and patient husband. 

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