Cover Reveal: Only in Fairy Tales


Cover Reveal: Only in Fairy Tales

There are some stories that arrive quietly.

They don’t announce themselves with grand gestures or sweeping declarations. They simply begin with two people meeting at the right moment in their lives and discovering that perhaps the things they thought were behind them are not quite finished after all.

Today, I’m delighted to reveal the cover of my latest novel:

ONLY IN FAIRY TALES

A contemporary, later-in-life romance set in Monmouth, Wales.

Nia is fifty-three, divorced, and entirely convinced that she has become invisible.

After years of being loved like an old habit, she has absorbed her ex-husband’s indifference so completely that she has stopped expecting anything different. Romance, she has decided, belongs to younger women, prettier women, more interesting women. Certainly not her.

Then she meets Gareth in the ruins of Monmouth Castle.

Gareth is fifty-seven, divorced, and carrying a very different kind of regret. Once a museum curator, he spent eleven years emotionally absent from his marriage—and it took losing his wife for him to understand what that absence had cost.

Nine years later, he knows exactly what he doesn’t want to do again. And he has absolutely no intention of pretending he isn’t fascinated by Nia. Especially when he discovers the way she looks at old places.

The details in the stonework that other people walk straight past. The history hidden in weathered walls. The stories that seem to linger in places long after everyone who lived them has gone.

Nia has always believed that the kind of love that truly sees a person exists only in stories.

Gareth intends to prove her wrong.

Only in Fairy Tales is a story about being seen.

About discovering that being ordinary is not the same thing as being unremarkable.

About two people who have both learned, in very different ways, what emotional absence can cost.

And perhaps most of all, about the possibility that love doesn’t have an age limit.

Because sometimes the fairy tale doesn’t begin when you’re young.

Sometimes it begins when you’ve stopped looking for it.

Only in Fairy Tales is coming soon.

And yes—there is a castle involved.

Just don’t expect the usual kind of fairy tale.

Happy reading, and thank you for being part of this journey with me! 💙

Kröfteler Str. 12, Glashutten-Schlossborn, Hessen 61479
​Unsubscribe · Preferences​

Morgan Sheppard, Author

Originally from the United Kingdom, Morgan Sheppard now resides in Germany, although she freely admits to having left part of her heart in Wales. Whilst a writer mainly in the fantasy genre, Morgan is more than happy to share her love of reading amongst the many different genres out there, and can always be found with a book close by.

Read more from Morgan Sheppard, Author
October

Time to catch up on what's been happening this past month, and see what's coming up. Hey Reader. October has properly arrived here. The mornings are cold enough to see your breath, the leaves are coming down in wet heaps along the lanes, and I've seen the smoke from my neighbour's chimneys as they light the first fires of the season. It's the month I find myself most settled in, with the clocks about to change, the evenings pulling in, and a good excuse to stay home with a pot of tea and a...

Harvest Moon over Roath Park

Hey Reader. As the leaves begin to turn and the evenings draw in, there is a distinct shift in the air. Autumn has always been a season of reflection for me—a time of harvest, of gathering in, and of looking up at those spectacular, heavy golden moons. In Wales, this time of year brings us Gŵyl Canol Hydref, the Mid-Autumn Festival. It got me thinking about what it means to truly belong to a place. Home isn’t always where we start; sometimes, it’s a landscape that catches us by surprise and...

September

Time to catch up on what's been happening this past month, and see what's coming up. Hey Reader. There's a particular quality to September light that I've always loved — the way it slants golden through the trees earlier each afternoon, catching the first hints of amber in the leaves before they've fully committed to changing. The air holds that undecided feeling of a season mid-turn, warm enough to sit outside with a cup of tea but cool enough to want a cardigan close to hand. The hedgerows...