Celeste Bradley
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Hi, my name is Celeste Bradley and I write "brain chocolate." That is, I write fun and sexy escapism is for hardworking women everywhere. We deserve a little man-candy, too!
Reviewers like to say I write about misfit heroines getting the man of their dreams. Maybe that's true, but don't we all feel like misfits sometimes? Even if the rest of the world thinks we have all our balls in the air, aren't we juggling like mad on the inside, desperately trying not to drop one?
I love this manic, scattered life I lead. I love to write, craft, garden, bake and mother, even if I don't always do it all perfectly. I love living in the Southwest, with its big sky and vast desert views. I love venturing out of my quiet life to meet readers and other writers, and then I love to come back to my haven, full of ideas and renewed passion and creativity.
Maybe one of those times I'll meet you!
Hugs,
and thanks for reading!
“You are the end, and the beginning....When I die, my only regret will be that you couldnever reside in my heart to hear how it singswhen you touch me.”
“I have carried that ring every moment of the last twelve years. I bought it the day after I first saw you at the ball. The ruby reminded me of the rose gleaming in your black hair."~Lord Malcom Ashford”
“Sometimes I think I was better off not knowing any men. I truly had no idea they could be so very stupid." She sighed. "It's quite disappointing, really.”
“Simon decidió salvar la situación.-James, hoy vamos a repasar cada momento de la noche en la que te capturaron.Al parecer, el desayuno dejó de interesarle a su amigo, porque James colocó su tenedor lentamente dobre la mesa.-Tenía la impresión de que ya lo habíamos hecho.-No como vamos a hacerlo hoy.Agatha asintió.-Muy bien. Yo también quiero oírlo.James se ruborizó de la manera más sorprendente.-¡Aggie! Hubo algunos detalles muy importantes ese día. Cosas que tú no deberías oír.-Oh, ¿Te refieres al hecho de que pasaste seis horas con tu amante esa noche? Por Dios, James, ¿Qué demonios hiciste durante seis horas enteras? A mí me consta que para eso se tarda muchísimo menos. ¿No es cierto, Simon?Simon se atragantó con el último bocado que se había llevado a la boca. Esta vez le tocaba a él ruborizarse y evitar la mirada atónita de James.”
“It was I who was conquered. In just seven nights, that fledgling goddess not only discovered that I had a heart, but she stole it forever, then cradled it in the palm of her hand.”
“Together, we soar.”
“Put a pair of high heels on a fellow and just look what he was reduced to.”
“I wish you always the joyous summer you deserve and blame you not for fleeing the stark winter you saw in me.-Stanton Horne, Lord Wyndham (in his letter to Lady Alicia)”