I know I’ve been extremely quiet here lately but have had a lot of stuff going on in my world – which I won’t bore you with right now. Bottom line (Isn’t it always the bottom line that a [former] accountant is concerned with?) is that I have a release date for LAST HOPE ALASKA.
It’s: AUGUST 20, 2014.
WOOT!!!
Do you realize that’s only 3 months away? Which is 128 days! I just knew it would be a good 5 or 6 months before I’d be able to hold the book in my hands. But nope. They surprised me. Super glad, too! Good job The Wild Rose Press!!
And guess what? From August 20-23 you’ll be able to get the book at a discount on The Wild Rose Press website. How awesome is that? I’ll give you more details later.
So there you have it. You won’t have long to wait until you can read all about Emily and Sam. Here’s a blurb to get you in the mood. Enjoy!
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His breath fanned her cheek as he stopped only inches away from her. His shadow blocked the sun. He tilted her chin and lifted one corner of his lips in a knowing smile. Then he lowered his head and pressed his lips gently against hers in a simple taste. He pulled back with a surprised look. Hesitating only a moment longer, he then took her mouth with a hunger that rattled her senses.
The kiss was much more than she had anticipated. Never in her life had she experienced such a connection, such wanton need. Sam wrapped his arms around her, crushing her breasts against the hard planes of his body. She inched her fingers into his hair and allowed him to deepen the kiss. Emily lost herself in his touch, the caresses up and down her back. She moved closer. Oh, yes. This was what she…
With a jolt her world came crashing back. What was she doing? She opened her eyes, taking in the forest around them. She pushed against his chest to break the kiss. Reluctantly he released her, and she met his gaze. Her cheeks heated with how she’d reacted to him. “We can’t—”
“Emily, I—” he said at the same time. He stepped back as confusion, followed by something else she couldn’t quite identify, spread across his face. “I promise that won’t happen again.”
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