Friday, May 25, 2018

NEW RELEASE! -- TEXAS STORM


Celebrate with me! TEXAS STORM, the third book in my Texas Time Travel trilogy is now released for readers. Although I have a difficult time choosing, I admit this is my favorite of the trilogy. The heroine makes TEXAS STORM perfect for Memorial Weekend release.

You see, Jeannie Luttrell is a WASP (Women Airforce Service Pilot) ferrying planes from factories to air bases or from one base to another. WASPs freed up male pilots for combat. This doesn’t mean they had an easy job. They learned to fly 67 different types of planes. Of the over 25,000 women who applied, 1,830 were accepted into the program and 1,074 graduated. These WASPs flew a combined 60,000,000 miles ferrying planes. Thirty-eight of them lost their lives serving their country, yet they were not military and received no benefits. For more information, see my post at 

I'm giving away an e-book set of the trilogy to one person who comments today!


Here’s the TEXAS STORM blurb:

Jeannie Luttrell’s passion in life is piloting airplanes. She doesn’t mind the low pay, long hours, or the fact that as a World War II Women’s Airforce Service Pilot (WASP) she has to pay her own expenses. A faulty oil pressure line causes her P-51 Mustang’s engine to fail and she has to bail out during a storm. When she lands the wind drags her across the ground and into a small ravine where her head strikes a rock.

When Caleb Knight sees a person struggling with a parachute on his cousin’s ranch, he knows what has happed. Another woman has landed in the small part of a ravine that appears to be a time portal from the past. Twice before a woman has come forward in time at this spot. He stops and takes the stranded pilot to his cousin’s home but then he plans to be uninvolved. Darned if he’ll let the family rope him into their shenanigans.

No matter how hard he tries, Caleb can’t avoid Jeannie. Soon, he isn’t so certain he wants to. But, how can two strong-willed individuals who view the world differently build a relationship? Especially, now that they have the same enemy plotting against them?




TEXAS STORM Excerpt (the first night Jeannie is in her apartment and Caleb is visiting briefly):

Jeannie said, “Show me where you live.”
“Okay, follow me.” He walked to the living room windows. “See that large house shape with one downstairs light on?”
“I’m not sure in the dark. Is it the one with the outdoor light?”
He pulled her in front of him and reached around her to point. “Yep. Straight ahead and one house to the right.”
She inhaled his scent. His breath tickled her neck and increased awareness of him, as if she needed anything to make her more sensitive to his masculinity and presence.
“I-I see it now.”
“Good. Then two houses left is Margaret’s yellow house.”
She turned and stepped away before she threw herself at him. “I love Terry Springs. In my opinion, the town is the perfect size.”
“You think so?”
“Sure, don’t you? Have a seat. Would you like some coffee?”
He sat on the couch. “No, thanks, I’m still stuffed.”
Now she couldn’t think of anything to say. Her mind was still on him standing so near. “Ellie chose the colors for the walls but I like them. They’re soothing. What do you think?”
“I guess so. Aren’t you going to sit down?”
She sat at the other end of the couch. “You’ve always lived in Terry Springs so maybe you don’t like it as much as a newcomer.”
“I went away to college but you’re right, I’ve always lived here.” He lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “I like it just fine. Most of the time, I even like working at the bank.”
She curled her legs under her. “Everyone in town appears to respect you. They do all of the Knights, in fact.”
“Jeannie, relax.”
She tried to affect an innocent expression when her heart was pounding. “I am relaxed. In fact, Mr. Knight, I’m having a very nice evening.”
That appeared to please him. “Good, so am I.”

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Reports on TEXAS STORM:

Best of the three!” KR, beta reader


“This is my favorite.” SS, beta reader


Reviews on the Texas Time Travel Trilogy:

"Anything by Caroline Clemmons is a must read and this is a fun series." MM on TEXAS RAINBOW http://a.co/8fmkyZP 

"Caroline outdid herself with this book! There was enough action, adventure and romance to satisfy the soul of every reader! Just as you think everything has settled down, another twist is thrown in! Absolutely fabulous! I recommend it to everyone! You won't regret it!!" KL on TEXAS LIGHTNING http://a.co/5tW8Rb0 http://a.co/5tW8Rb0








The 26th is the anniversary of my father’s death several years ago. He encouraged me first to read and then to write. Reading was one of his pleasures until he lost his eyesight. I’m sure he’s pleased to look down and see that I’ve chosen to remember him this weekend with a book release.

Thanks to each of you who reads my books. I love writing and need readers to continue. I hope you will give the trilogy a try. If you enjoy the books, please leave a review. If not, skip the review and email me to let me know why you didn’t like the book/books for my reference in writing future books. 

In fact, I’m always happy to hear from readers!


Wednesday, May 23, 2018

THE HOMETOWN SERIES BY KIRSTEN FULLMER



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Hometown Girl at Heart
Hometown Series Book 1
by
Kirsten Fullmer

Genre:
Contemporary Romance


Tara has always been too engrossed in her work - refurbishing the
historical homes in Smithville. She keeps a tight rein on her jobs
and her emotions buried, but she’s losing control of both since
that ridiculous city boy investor showed up.



New in town, Justin is confident that his ultra modern resorts will bring
Smithville into the twenty-first century. If only the local-yokels
and their ringleader, the gorgeous and peculiar Tara, would stop interfering.

With her quirky and protective hometown behind her, will Tara confront
Justin and the town’s long buried secrets to take on the financial
and emotional risk of a lifetime?






Hometown Girl After All
Hometown Series Book 2

Julia lost everything while she was ill. Self-conscious and alone, she’s
moved to Smithville, determined to hide away in her rundown Victorian
house. Little does she know, she can’t hide anything in a small
town, including her interest in the deliveryman. 



Resolved to keep his life simple, Chad has his hands full running his delivery
business and supporting his adopted family. So why can’t he get
that withdrawn city girl, Julia, off his mind?

Will the eccentric but well-meaning Smithville folk push Julia and Chad to
open up, or will the emotional toll drive them both back into seclusion?




HOMETOWN GIRL AFTER ALL Excerpt:

At the diner, Chad stepped behind Julia and pushed open the door for her, his hand warm on her back to lead her through. Bells chimed, announcing their arrival, and Marge glanced up from behind the counter. Her customary greeting froze on her lips as she did a double take, her conversation with a bald man seated in front of her forgotten.

The song on the jukebox ended and all the diners turned in the suddenly silent room to watch Julia and Chad walk to a table.

As Chad pulled out Julia’s red vinyl and chrome chair, the jukebox clicked and clattered, changing records. The first few words of the song P.S. I LoveYou, drifted across the room, as Julia did the butt-lift and scoot maneuver so Chad could scoot up her chair. The other diners slowly returned their attention back to their plates and conversations.

“It’s the Beatles,” Chad commented distractedly, shifting his chair up to the table, his eyes darting nervously between Julia and the other customers.

She nodded, engrossed in digging through her purse for something. Giving up in frustration, completely for- getting what she’d been looking for, she turned to hang her purse on the back of the chair, inadvertently catching the eye of a man and woman at the next table who sat staring, with their forks still hovering in mid-air.

Chad cleared his throat and lifted two menus from behind the salt and peppershakers. “So, what do you want to eat?” he asked, his voice a bit too loud.

Jumping in her seat, Julia’s gaze flew from the staring couple, back to Chad. “I—I’m not sure. What’s good here?”

Pretending to glance over the menu, Chad berated himself for bringing Julia to the diner. Why hadn’t her taken her to Uniontown where they could have cuddled in the corner booth of a crowded restaurant where no one would notice them? Feeling the back of his neck burn, he glanced over to see Marge’s pink tennis shoes on the floor next to the table.

He sighed inwardly and followed the pink uniform up to Marge’s face, which clearly but silently said, “I knew it!”

“Well,” Marge stated, her tone speculative, a wide grin on her face. “What can I get for you two this fine evening?”

Chad glanced at Julia, noting the misery written across her face, and he flinched. “I’d like a Coke. Julia?”

“Water please,” she muttered, not making eye contact with Marge.

Pretending to scribble on her pad, Marge sized up the couple over her reading glasses. “You got it,” she finally replied, turning on her heel.

Julia adjusted the salt and peppershakers into a row with the container of sugar packets and the ketchup, then turned her attention back to her menu.

“I like the meatloaf,” Chad said, glancing up.

“Hmm,” she mumbled, turning the page. “And the tuna melt.” 
Julia nodded.

“Sometimes I get the—”

Marge plopped two large red plastic tumblers on the table, and scooted the one full of water toward Julia. The aging waitress then tugged two paper-wrapped straws from her apron, tossed them on the table, and collected her pad and pencil. With one hip cocked and her glasses balanced on the end of her nose, she glanced between Chad and Julia.

Chad watched as Julia’s neck turned red, the color flooding up over her chin, then her cheeks. “Give us a minute please,” he said, his eyes never leaving Julia, angry at himself for being such a dunce.
Wishing she were invisible, Julia suffered the curious stares of the other diners. Shoving down her discomfort and battling to muster even a dab of confidence, she glanced up at Chad.

He took a long drink of soda, then set down his glass. “Sorry, we should have gone to Uniontown...” he muttered.

Julia straightened in her chair. “No, I’m fine, really.” She lifted her glass. “Have you had time to think about the flower—”The tumbler in her hand shifted in her grip, then fell to the table top, the water and ice pouring across the gleaming white table and directly onto Chad’s lap.

His chair screeched back as he bound to his feet. Wiping at his pants and shaking his hands, Chad danced backward in an effort to miss the torrent, barely managing not to fall into the lap of the woman seated behind him. When he looked up, all he could see was Julia’s stricken expression.

“I’m so sorry,” she gasped, then hurried around the table. Plucking a handful of napkins from the dispenser, she frantically wiped at Chad’s crotch.

“Julia—” he stuttered, still in shock, his hands and shirt drip- ping into the growing puddle.
She continued to press the napkin into his jeans, desperate to help.

“Julia!” he said louder, grasping her wrist in his fist.

She stopped, frozen in horror, finally noticing that everyone in the diner sat staring at her hand pressed to Chad’s crotch. She stood and her hand dropped from Chad’s grip, her face turning so pale he was afraid she would faint.




Hometown Girl Forever
Hometown Series Book 3

Lizzie gave up her stressful job in Boston to embrace her love of all things
country in Smithville PA. Her farm, a new job at the spa, and her pet
alpacas are a dream come true, if only her meddling, matchmaking,
socialite mother would back off.



Elliot, a successful architect from Washington, DC, designed the new spa, but
he certainly hadn't envisioned the exotic bohemian style manager or
her intriguing, demanding mother. Small town antics and his interest
in Lizzie extend his visit to Smithville, but will the allure of
country life draw him in for good?

Once again, Smithville’s folk interfere with plans at every turn,
forcing Lizzie and Elliot to face their personal dilemmas and each
other, head on.






Christmas in Smithville
The Hometown Series Book 4

Even though Gloria is determined to change her reputation, most of the
women in town still think she’s a tramp. Sure, she may have dressed
a little flashy and dated pretty much every single guy in town, but
that’s the past. Now that she wants to make a fresh start, will
Smithville give her a second chance? 



Ned has heard all the gossip, but being the Sheriff’s Deputy, he sees
all the kind things Gloria does behind the scenes for the folks of
Smithville. It looks like the upcoming Christmas Pageant will offer
him the opportunity to spend time with her, but can he overcome a
frustrating stutter and talk to her, face to face? 

Your favorite characters from the Hometown Series bring craziness, love,
and Smithville Christmas style, to a whole new romance about
overcoming your past and sharing your deepest secrets. Fall in love
and be swept away with the Christmas Eve celebration of your dreams.






Kirsten Fullmer
Kirsten grew up in the Western US and graduated from high school in
1984. She married soon there after and quickly built a family.
With three young children and number four on the way, she returned to
college in 1992. Her career as a draftsman included many settings
ranging from a steel fabrication shops to prestigious engineering
firms. Balancing family life with the workplace forced her to
become the queen of multitasking. In 2001, bored with the cubical
life, she moved on to teach drafting in technical college, then to
opening her own consulting firm teaching 3D engineering software. 


Due to health problems, Kirsten retired in 2012 to travel with her
husband for his job. She now works writing romance novels and enjoys
spoiling her three grandchildren. Since 2017 Kirsten has lived and
worked full time in a 40' travel trailer with her husband and her little dog Bingo.



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Monday, May 21, 2018

THE FLAMES OF FLORENCE



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THE FLAMES OF FLORENCE
Historical Thriller
Date Published: May 8, 2018
Publisher: Diversion
Books

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"A glittering Renaissance gem of a novel. Donna Russo Morin, a master of her craft, has penned an intricate story full of lush historical detail with a plot that will leave you breathless." —Tasha Alexander, New York Times bestselling author of 
Death in St. Petersburg

"Illicit plots, mysterious paintings, and Leonardo da Vinci all have their part to play in this delicious, heart-pounding work."
—Kate Quinn, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of The Alice
Network


THE FLAMES OF FLORENCE Summary:

In her final standalone novel featuring Da Vinci's Disciples, Donna Russo Morin delivers a thrilling story of the secret female artists of Florence, under the tutelage of Leonardo Da Vinci, and their heroic, potentially deadly efforts to save great works of art from the infamous Bonfire of the Vanities.

Lorenzo de Medici is dead, and his son Piero has brought war and famine upon the city of Florence. Yet, the glory that is Renaissance artistry grows more magnificent, as does the work of the women known as Da Vinci's Disciples. Now they face their most dangerous challenge, one shrouded in the cloak of a monk.

From the ashes of war, Friar Girolamo Savonarola rises. Some call him a savior and a prophet, a man willing to overthrow tyrannical rulers and corrupt clergy, the Borgia Pope among them. Fra Girolamo is determined to remold Florence from an avaricious, secular culture to a paragon of Christian virtues.

Many call Savonarola a delusional heretic, incapable of anything but self-serving fanaticism. When he sets out to destroy all secular art forms, Da Vinci's Disciples call him an enemy … but not all of them.


 FLAMES OF FLORENCE Excerpt:

Isabetta and Gianetta walked to the mercato as they did most days. Both understood the depth of kindness Andreano and Mattea had shown them, taking them in as they had done. For Gianetta, her cousin’s kindness went far deeper, for he accepted his role as her guardian without hesitation. They returned such kindness, though in a small manner, by making for the markets early each morning, to buy the freshest fruit and vegetables the farmers delivered to the city. As a widow, Isabetta walked about as she pleased, no chaperone necessary, nor a veil upon her head. Gianetta, a young unmarried woman, could never be seen out of doors without her veil, not a terrible hardship with its embroidered lace sprinkled minutely by small jewels.

“I hope there is some fresh lamb,” Gianetta chirped. “We have not been able to find any in quite some time.”

“That would be nice,” Isabetta agreed.

Both women struggled to speak of inconsequential things. Life had been far too full of serious conversations; at times, the mind needed the triviality of life for it to feel real.

“And perhaps—ahia!” Gianetta’s scream pierced the still morning air.

Isabetta spun, seeing the three boys—all robed in white—rushing away from them, one holding Gianetta’s veil in her hand—strands and roots of her hair still within the teeth of its comb—having yanked it from her head. With swiftness of foot, Isabetta caught up to them, ran before them, and stopped.

“May we help you, signora?” the oldest of the three, perhaps as old as twelve or thirteen, asked of her.
Her lip curled as she fell on them hard. “How dare you!” she spat at them.

The boys looked the very portrait of innocent incomprehension. “We do nothing more than our job.”

“Your job?” Isabetta’s head rocked back and forth as she scoffed at them. “It is your job to accost young women?”

“No, signora,” another replied, a golden haired child no more than ten. “We are to remove all…all…” his eyes rolled up in his head as he searched for the words, “…all vain glories from the
streets of Florence.”

“Vain glories? What nonsense is this?”

“As I said, signora,” the first spoke again, taking a step toward her. If he hoped it would make her take a step back, he was disappointed.

“We do our job. Nothing more and nothing less.”

“And this is what your master tells you to do?”

The boy puffed up his chest. “Sì, signora.”

Isabetta longed to slap the smirk from his face. Instead, she leaned over and leaned down, her head only inches from the oldest.

“Tell your master, Isabetta Fioravanti believes he is deranged and dangerous.”

The boy twitched beneath his pristine robe, his agitation and anger longing for release. His hands fisted by his side as his eyes narrowed to slits.

“Go on, boy,” Isabetta goaded, “if you dare. Look in my eye and ask yourself if I could not slap you raw.” She held up a hand. “No, not could I, but would I?”

Their gazes locked together in battle, neither giving way.

“Come,” the smallest of the boys pulled upon his cohort.

“Come, Alberto.”

Alberto, as he was, began to step away, stepping backward from them.

“Grazie, signora,” he bowed to Isabetta, “for the gift of your name.”

He need not say more, nor did she.

Only when they were out of sight did Isabetta return to Gianetta’s side, examining her head, finding pinpricks of blood on her scalp.

“Do you feel well enough for the mercato?” Isabetta asked of her.

Gianetta nodded her stinging head, covered it as best she could with her small lace handkerchief retrieved from her waist purse, and they began to walk once more.

“You act rashly,” Gianetta chastised her.

“That man is a rash,” Isabetta responded, “and I believe we have just caught it.”

Gianetta grabbed her arm. “You and I?”

Isabetta shook her head. “No. Florence.”

"Like a glorious Italian fresco-richly textured and
vividly portrayed … Highly recommended for lovers of history, art, and
courageous women." —Anna Lee Huber, bestselling author of the Lady Darby
Mysteries

"Donna Russo Morin renders one of the most tumultuous
periods in Florence's history in bright colors and with vivid descriptions.
This tale of a group of determined women standing up for what they believe in …
will absolutely resonate with modern readers." —Alyssa Palombo, author of
The Most Beautiful Woman in Florence


About the Author

Donna Russo Morin’s passion for the written word began when she was a child, took on a feminist edge as she grew through the sixties, and
blossomed into a distinctive style of action-filled historical fiction at a defining moment in her life. 


As a second-generation American of full Italian
descent, Donna combined her historical research with her genealogical studies, finding that her birth name (Russo) and her family roots are traceable to ninth century Florence…the very city in which the Da Vinci’s Disciples trilogy is set.

Donna Russo (Morin) is the internationally published author of six multi-award-winning historical novels including PORTRAIT OF A
CONSPIRACY: Da Vinci’s Disciples Book One (a finalist in Foreword Reviews BEST
BOOK OF THE YEAR), and THE COMPETITION: Da Vinci’s Disciples Book Two (EDITOR’S CHOICE, Historical Novel Society Review). The final book in her Da Vinci’s
Disciples trilogy, THE FLAMES OF FLORENCE, releases May 8, 2018. Also this
summer, my novel, inspired by our own home state, GILDED SUMMERS: A Novel of
Newport’s Gilded Age will also release this summer. Her other titles include
THE KING'S AGENT, recipient of a starred review in Publishers Weekly, The
COURTIER'S SECRET, THE SECRET OF THE GLASS, and TO SERVE A KING.

A 25-year professional editor/story consultant, her work spans more than 40 manuscripts.  She holds a BA in Communications and an A.A. in English Literature.  Donna teaches writing courses at her state’s most prestigious adult learning center, online for Writer’s Digest University, and has presented at national and academic conferences for over ten years.  In addition to her writing, Donna has worked as a model and an actor with appearances in Showtime’s Brotherhood and Martin Scorsese’s "The Departed". Currently under contract to a consortium of international producers, Donna has added screenwriting to her professional acumen.

Her sons—Devon, an opera singer; and Dylan, a chef—are still, and always will be, her greatest works.



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Friday, May 18, 2018

HEATHER'S TURN


Heather's Turn

The Carnie Series Book 1
by
Christina Leigh Pritchard


Genre: YA Thriller

Alice failed. Now it's Heather's turn.


Did you ever hear the old saying, Ignorance is Bliss? That's how it was
for Heather and her friends. Life at the carnival was normal. Then,
one small event, catapulted them into reality–into what they really were…

Freaks. 

Heather and her friends discover just how strange they are when they’re
forced to step into our world. They see what life is like in various
cultures and unravel a dark history that's been buried deep by their
relatives. When they learn the truth, can they forgive and move on?

Or will the hate consume them like it did their parents? Will they
find the same misfortune as Alice who was hanged for trying to change
the world? Or will their bond of friendship be too strong to allow
the world around them to corrupt the way they view each other?





Voted "New and Noteworthy" by USA Book News, 
Christina Leigh Pritchard 
was born and raised in South Florida where she's penned over fifty stories. 


She's recently signed with Limitless Publishing for her ALMOST Series,
takes on contract work, and continues writing her books. 

Her style is any genre, as long as it's character driven where both hero
and villain are not clearly defined. Pritchard says that she wants
"...her characters to linger in a reader's mind, rather than be
easily forgotten". She loves to create new worlds and prefers to
venture outside the box. With a short attention span, she writes
stories that move quickly, absorb their reader into her world, and
usually receives comments that the story was too short.




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Wednesday, May 16, 2018

THE GIFT OF LOVE BY DELANEY CAMERON



The Gift of Love by Delaney Cameron

Leah didn’t plan to still be searching for love so late in her twenties. Her looks almost guaranteed her success with the opposite sex, but quantity doesn’t mean quality. Good thing she’s got a great career to fall back on. The only dark cloud on that particular horizon is the enigmatic Dr. Levy, the man she’s come to think of as a permanent thorn in her side. Brilliant and handsome he most certainly is, but that doesn’t make up for the fact that he’s also stern, impatient, and bad-tempered. Oddly enough, it isn’t their mostly negative encounters that linger in her mind. Instead it’s the sadness she glimpses from time to time in his face. There’s no explanation for why she’s so bothered by this, nor can she imagine a situation where she’ll be in a position to discover the cause of his silent misery. All of which means she’s wasting her time. If anyone can take care of himself, it’s Dr. Levy.

Stratton had only been at Hutchison Clinic a short time before he heard about the beautiful nurse on the second floor. In his usual skeptical fashion he discounted the gossip until he saw Leah for himself. He had no problem admitting that the reports of her beauty hadn’t been exaggerated, but appreciation was as far as he was prepared to go. Love, romance and the so-called happily-ever-after only exist in the movies. Putting your happiness in someone else’s hands is just begging to be hurt. He has a monthly alimony payment to prove it. Getting his family and friends to understand his preference for bachelorhood isn’t so easy. While he appreciates their concern, he doesn’t need the complication of something with such overwhelming odds of failure. One ex-wife is enough for any man.







Praise for the Book:

"This book is so good, I couldn't put it down!! It is a story of love, heartbreak and forgiveness, all told in such a beautiful way you get caught up in Leah and Stratton's life and love. A good series and this is the best one." Joyeli3, Amazon reviewer.

"The journey that Ms. Cameron takes us on with Stratton and Leah was simply amazing. This book brought up several emotions for me. I loved every bit of this book just like I've enjoyed every one of her books." J. Simpson, Amazon reviewer.

"I loved this story. Absolutely fantastic. Loved the characters, the setting, the drama and conclusion this book has. You will love this book from opening to closing. You can't go wrong. The story is awesome.Ms. Cameron is an excellent author. I can't stress it enough...Read It!" SCBooklover, Amazon reviewer.





GIFT OF LOVE Excerpt:

Leah walked out the side door of the house and didn’t look back. She’d known going to this party would be a mistake. What had she expected? This is what happens when you’re dumb enough to go on a trip with three other girls, only one of whom you’re reasonably acquainted with.

A shudder went through her that had nothing to do with the coolness of the night air. It had everything to do with being around guys who don’t understand what ‘no’ means. She wasn’t going to spend the rest of the evening hiding in the bathroom. The cabin belonging to Jessie’s parents that overlooked Lake Oconee was only a few miles away. She could be there in an hour if she walked fast.

It was strange that she felt safer on a lonely road than in a house full of people. She’d always been afraid of the dark; now it seemed like a haven. A sweater would have been nice, but then again, she hadn’t expected to be returning from this adventure on foot. Not bringing the right clothes was the least of the mistakes she’d made lately, but thankfully the end of this disastrous weekend was in sight. By tomorrow evening, she’d be back in Myrtle Beach.

The flash of a set of powerful headlights had her groaning inwardly. She moved off the road and reached in her pocket for her phone. Please don’t stop, she pleaded inside her head. In spite of this silent request, the profile of a truck pulled alongside her followed by the ominous low whine of the window sliding down. Great! This was just what she needed to make this terrible night complete.

“Excuse me, miss,” said the last voice she expected to hear. “Do you need a ride?”

Of all people, why did it have to be him? Was she ever going to be in a situation with this man that wasn’t embarrassing? At least he hadn’t recognized her yet. Hopefully, she could keep it that way. Not looking at him, she lowered her voice before replying, “No, thanks.”

“Are you sure?” his deep voice persisted.

“Very sure. My house is the next driveway.”

Dr. Levy laughed and for some reason Leah’s heart began to beat faster. She quickly found a reason for this anomaly. She’d never heard him laugh before. She’d even entertained the thought that he’d forgotten how. Like everything else about him, it was hard to ignore.

“That’s quite a coincidence,” he was saying. “My house is the next driveway, too.”

She might as well give up. This just wasn’t her night. “That figures. I can’t even get away with a lie these days.”

“There’s no need to lie. It’s just common sense.” He leaned across the console and opened the door. With the aid of the dome light, she was able to confirm his identity. She couldn’t decide if it was the absence of the formal attire he wore at work or his ruffled hair that made him appear so much younger and (dare she say it) approachable. Her glance dipped lower, taking in the corded muscles in his arms and chest straining against the material of a long-sleeve t-shirt. Yowza! If the nursing staff at Hutchison’s could see him now… His voice brought her eyes back to his face.

“Leah! What a surprise! I didn’t expect to find you so far away from home.”

That made two of them. “I’m, uh, spending the weekend with friends.”

“Who have apparently left you high and dry. Hop in, and I’ll give you a ride to wherever you’re staying.”

“Are you sure? I hate to take you out of your way.”

He smiled lazily, and this time Leah’s heart actually jumped in her chest. Could shock cause that?

“Let me worry about that.”

Feeling as if she’d stumbled into some kind of twilight zone, she climbed into the truck and reached for the seatbelt. “The address is 48 River Knoll.”

He shook his head in what she assumed was disbelief. “You were planning to walk that far?”

“It was better than staying where I was. Is your house really the next driveway?”

“I may be a lot of things, but I’m not a liar. My uncle left me a small cabin on the lake.” He pulled back on the road. “You picked a good time to visit this area. The dogwood trees are at their peak right now.”

Leah forced herself to relax against the seat. “That’s the main reason I came on this trip. Spring is my favorite time of year.”

“Mine, too. Are you from Myrtle Beach originally?”

“No. I grew up in Columbus, Georgia.”

He sent her a quick sideways glance. “You don’t say? I’m from Stone Mountain, which means we’re both Georgians. That must count for something.”

“I guess it does. You can drop me off by the mailbox.”

“I don’t drop off passengers at the mailbox, and in case you haven’t noticed, it’s pitch dark outside. We don’t need you tripping over something.”

Leah lapsed into silence. There was no point in arguing. This somewhat surreal experience would be over soon enough. A few minutes later he drew to a stop in the shadow of the porch.

“Here we are.”

She unbuckled her seatbelt and fumbled for the door handle. “Thanks for the ride, Dr. Levy.”

He threw her the same amused smile he’d done on those previous occasions. “You’re welcome, Leah. Enjoy the rest of your weekend.”

She barely suppressed a shudder. There had been little enjoyment so far and having Dr. Levy find her in such a predicament hadn’t helped.





Author Delaney Cameron

I'm a Georgia girl at heart if not by birth. I love to read, watch college football, and spend time with my husband. I'm a hopeless romantic so there will always be a happily ever after in my stories. I also like to write about second chances because love doesn't always work out the first time.

My books are sweet romances set in both contemporary and regency settings featuring stories about the journey to love, from that first meeting to the point where two people know their hearts are no longer their own. My characters aren't perfect. They make mistakes and have faults like the rest of us. They learn the sometimes painful truth that the path to love isn't always smooth, but it's a road worth traveling.




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