A Peaceful Christmas Where Dreams Can Come True
This time last year it was my dream to write a book and have it published. Loving Lydia, Book 1 of my Atlantic Divide Series was almost ready to send out to publishers. I was at the stage most authors will understand - I have a book, it means so much to me - how can I let someone see it, criticize it?
Well, I did send it, it was criticized and I survived. And thanks to Liquid Silver Books, my fourth book, Flight of Her Life, was published on 25th November 2013.
See - dreams really can come true.
I hope you all have a truly peaceful Christmas and all your dreams come true - and if they don't, give 'em a bit of nudge, you never know ...
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Flight of Her Life
Blurb
Traveling from New York City to
Houston to meet her future in-laws and announce her engagement, accident prone
Bailey finds herself in a situation beyond her control. All flights are
cancelled the night before Christmas Eve, leaving Bailey stranded at the airport
with a cowboy from her past.
Against all odds, Sebastian manages
to rescue Bailey from one disaster after another, but is it too late to rescue
her from her future? Faced with a heartrending dilemma, does Bailey turn her
back on the man who offers her a life of security, or does she run off to Maui
with a cowboy?
Excerpt
She
drew in a breath and closed her eyes briefly, while she tried to ignore the
pulsing warmth spreading through her stomach.
“Right,
let’s go.” She turned to march away and was brought up short as he restrained
her with the grasp of his strong hand on her elbow.
“It’s
this way; you never could find your way anywhere worth a damn.” He turned her
in the opposite direction, tucked her arm into his elbow. “And you should hold
on to me so you don’t slip on your naked little tush. You don’t want everyone
getting an eyeful, do you?”
She
cast him an irritated sideways glance, but he was intent on moving through the
crowds, toward the exit.
“I’ve
booked a hotel. There’s a shuttle bus about to leave in five minutes. It’ll be
the last one of the day. They can barely get through the roads now, so get a
trot on.”
“I
hope you’ve booked separate rooms.” She made her voice as waspish as she could,
but he ignored her completely.
They
stepped out into the minus fifteen blizzard. She sucked in a shocked breath and
felt it turn to icicles in her lungs, making her want to cough it back out
again.
She
ducked her head just as he wrapped his thick, sheepskin coat around her
shoulders, engulfing her in his warmth, and she automatically slipped her arms
into the sleeves, which dangled almost to her knees.
“Thank
you.” Not in the least inclined to refuse his offer, she pulled the coat snug
around her and tucked her nose inside the collar to absorb the warm, spicy
scent of him. It smelled of horses, and leather, and man. So different from the
cool, aloof lemon and washing powder aroma Phillip emanated.
She
whipped her nose back out of Sebastian’s coat and snapped an accusing glare
over her shoulder at him as his hands firmly gripped her backside and pushed
her up the two steps into the shuttle bus.
“Sebastian!”
He
held his hands up and gave her an innocent look.
“Just
giving a helping hand.”
“Well,
don’t. I can manage fine without…” Her heel slipped in the wet and as her legs
shot from underneath her, Sebastian neatly snaked his arm around her waist and
let her back hit his chest.
“Ooommmff.”
He steadied her. “You’re not as light as you used to be.” His cool lips touched
her burning ear and his breath puffed gently across her cheek, sending
delicious goose bumps chasing themselves down her spine. “Must be the boobs
you’ve developed since I last had my hands on you when you were sixteen.”
That
same fickle spine jerked to attention. She pushed away from him and lifted her
chin while she stepped cautiously along the aisle.
The
bus was full, except for one seat which she sat in, making sure his coat was
securely wrapped around her and tucked under her knees, so she didn’t expose
herself to any of the other passengers. She understood why crossing your legs
at this stage could be considered vulgar.
“You
have to find a seat, son, or you’re walking. No standing when we have to travel
the interstate.” The bus driver turned his head and pinned her with a look over
the top of his glasses. “You could ask your girl to sit on your knee, but I
can’t allow you to stand.”
She
didn’t even have time to shake her head in denial before Sebastian leaned down,
scooped her up and plunked her on his lap. Her legs dangled between his wide
spread ones, and his arms wrapped snugly around her waist. He burrowed his icy
nose into the collar of his coat and buried it in her neck as she snaked her
freezing legs against his warmer ones. She knew she should tell him not to get
so close, she shouldn’t allow him to snuggle in, but she felt the shudder run
through him and figured it wouldn’t harm under the circumstances if she relaxed
against him and they shared their warmth. She was sure Phillip would understand.
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