I'm honored to have Shaunna visit this week with me. A fellow novelist with Desert Breeze, she has a new book out this month. Great cover!
Please tell us about your book.
Thirty-four year
old Vicki Laramie must learn to trust before she can love, but she might die
trying.
While Vicki’s children grapple with the death of their
father -- a man whom she’s successfully fabricated as loving, a lie her
rebellious teenager recognizes -- she must find a way to support her family and
find a role model for her boys. She never intends to fall for Staff Sergeant
Chase, her best friend’s son, who suffers from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
(PTSD). She’d much rather choose a safer man to love, but her children have a
voice in the decision she makes. With two deaths to deal with, a suitor after
her money, a rebellious son, and Sergeant Chase’s repeated attacks, she can
only hope to survive the danger she faces. If she doesn’t, her children will be
left without either parent.
ISBN: 978-1-61252-218-0
Please give us an excerpt from Dark Days of Promise
"Do I have
a choice?" I whispered.
With the
mistletoe still in hand, he placed it at the back of my head. His fingers
entwined in my hair. My heart accelerated its beating dance, knowing a much
more euphoric rush would accompany his kiss. More than his first visit, more
than his peck on my cheek, more...A warm quiver of anticipation settled over
me, fixing me to the spot. The music from the movie in the next room swelled,
intensifying the moment. His lips brushed mine, hinting of gingerbread and
milk. I wondered if I'd ever experienced such a kiss. The gentle, warm, sweet
pressure, invited me to live in the moment. An experience I'd never known in
all my years with another...I couldn't even remember his name. My adrenalin
roller coaster revved its engine in my stomach before climbing with massive
force in an upward motion before dropping to my deepest core. Yet it didn't
last long enough. He no sooner released me than I had the distinct feeling of
his reclaiming every intimate emotion he'd shared with me.
"I
shouldn't stay. It's not safe for you." He withheld his smile, his eyes
hinting at something I didn't understand.
Best of luck with your sales. It sounds like a great romance novel!
June, it is a pleasure to be here sharing your second cup. Brew a cup of Chamomile tea for me just before retiring, please. I'll stop by then to enjoy it with you!
ReplyDeleteChristmas! I had no idea. :) I love Christmas stories.
ReplyDeletePatty,
ReplyDeleteHalloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas.
Mix in a little suspense, a few nativities, children and love and one can't help but feel inspired! You have to read it to see what I mean. (Evil laugh breaking into a friendly one.)
I put the kettle on for tea, Shaunna. Just bring the scones!
ReplyDeleteVitual scones are here, and I am too!
ReplyDeleteThis sounds like such a powerful story.
ReplyDeletePS. LOVE the tea pot.