Lack of Updates

Hello everyone!

It seems as though all I have been doing for the past few years is apologize for my lack of updates. I am, once again, begging your pardon for not updating my ongoing stories for months, and in one case about a year (YIKES!!). I am currently finishing up my university studies and have taken a full course load. I am also working two times a week and therefore have no time to do anything but study, go to school, and work. I know, I have a great life!!

I have randomly written a few pages on several of my stories but have not had time to go over them and polish it up to my usual standards. I'm very sorry for not updating and thank you for bearing with me during the end of my studies. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel!

For my lovely readers I give you a sneak peek at the next chapter of 'The Escort'.


Enjoy,

Lady Eliza

Excerpt:

Hmm…if she squinted, real hard, he looked ten years younger, but Rory still wouldn’t see the appeal in Professor Asher Fleming. Currently, she was tacking up posters for the Wake she and Paris were hosting in honour of the dearly departed. It was a thankless job but someone had to do it.

When Paris had informed her via a phone of the death of her more mature lover, Rory had to get her bearings before she come up with a proper word of condolence. Was there a proper etiquette on how to respond to the death of her good friend’s mature lover and her former professor? She’d have to check with her grandmother about that but not until she knew a polite way to bring up the subject.

Though she didn’t understand Paris’ love fore the elderly professor she felt it was her duty to support Paris in her time of hardship. She was told by an exemplary source, Honor, that loss did unusual things to people. Paris was simply grieving in the only way she knew how, by honouring the great academic and scholar. Throwing the wake made Paris feel useful and Rory would do anything to help her over this loss.

As she tacked on another poster for the wake she heard a familiar voice ask a question and another equally familiar voice answer back.

“I think this is where she lives.”

“I’m flatter gentlemen, I didn’t realize I’d made that much of an impression that you would tack me down like so,” said Rory watching three faces turn and look at her in astonishment.

“Rory what are you doing here?” asked Logan with a puzzled look on his face.

“I live here. Through that door you’re standing in front of.”

“Here? At Brantford?” asked Colin.

“Yes and Yes,” came the cheeky reply.

“Oh well…is your roommate a red heard, by any chance?” asked Finn.

“No. What’s the name of the girl you’re looking for?”

“Oh I dunno her name but she’s about your height and with a glorious head of red hair.”

“Well, I can see that your losing out on a soul mate.”