Hump Day Hook

humpdayhookHappy Halloween. I know it’s still a couple of days away, but according to the decorations in my neighborhood, it’s been here for a while. This year my daughter and her kids are going out as the cast of The Wizard of Oz. I can;t wait to see them all dressed up. I’ll post pictures.

Today, for my Hump Day Hook, I’ll be posting a bit from my novel On His Watch. To set you up, here’s the blurb:

What starts as a quiet evening alone watching football turns into the night from hell for FBI agent Jason Spark, who is covering sheriff duties for his honeymooning brother. He thought the 911 call was a butt dial but instead stepped into a bloodbath, complete with writing on the wall. It’s a scene straight out of a slasher movie—a dead physician, his son, and his wife so badly beaten, it’ll be a miracle if Nikki Hart survives.

When Nikki Hart awakes from a coma, she’s terrified. She doesn’t know her name, recognize her face, or remember anything about herself and her past. She clings to the memory of the angel who comforted her in her darkest moments, but no one in the world she wakes up in resembles the good guy.

Evidence in the case leads Jason to The Butcher, a hired assassin usually contracted by the Sicilian mob, a man who doesn’t quit until the job’s done. News of Nikki’s recovery puts her in the killer’s sights again. Jason will do whatever it takes to protect the woman he’s learning to love. But can he save her from a vicious killer intent on earning his million dollar fee and his employer bent on revenge?

And when the smoke clears, can Nikki ever forgive the secret role he played in her injuries?

On His WatchThis week’s hook:

 “What did you break this time?” she called as she headed down the stairs. “I swear, you’re like a bull in a china shop.”

The sound of the garage door opening indicated Sam’s arrival. Although the clinic was nearby, since he carried major opiate drugs back and forth, Sam always took his car to work. He’d enter the house through the garage, leaving his lab coat and shoes out there and washing his hands at the sink he’d had installed for that purpose.

“Let’s get this cleaned up before your father comes in.” She turned the corner into the kitchen and stopped cold.

The fridge door was open, the pitcher of orange juice shattered on the floor beside what was left of her crystal vase full of roses, the red petals vanishing in her son’s blood. So much blood! Danny lay there, his head at an awkward angle, his eyes open, looking into the face of death. A scream froze in her throat as arms grabbed her from behind, and the sting of the knife bit into her upper back.

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Mid Week Tease: A Vampire for Halloween

MidWeekTeaseHalloweenWelcome to the special Halloween edition of Mid Week Tease.  Since I had absolutely nothing remotely Halloween worthy to offer, I’m giving my spot to the lovely Lauren Pilla, an author from Secret Cravings Publishing. Once more I’d like to thank Sandra Bunino for making this sharing possible each week. I enjoy reading the comments and, when I’m down, the support I get makes everything right again.

Lauren lives on the East Coast. She has been fascinated by magic and all things paranormal since a very young age. Now she spends her time creating her own fantasies.

She has two novels currently available: Demon Protector and Siren’s Revenge.

This morning, I’d like to share a little from her novella, A vampire for Halloween. 

About the Book:

Alexis is obsessed with Halloween. With her house decked out to the nines no one could possibly disagree. Ghosts and vampires sway against her walls while a scarecrow guards her front yard. Alexis, however has no one to guard her subconscious and is pleasurably invaded by a dark, sexy and mysterious man night after night.

Luke Ellis is a 472 year old vampire who is madly in love with Alexis. He invades her dreams, knowing it’s the only way he can be with her, until he gets the brilliant idea to invite her to his annual Halloween party.

Alexis has heard rumors about the wild parties held at the Ellis mansion and couldn’t wait to attend. What she doesn’t know is her mysterious man is also there… waiting. Will she have a real life encounter with her fantasy man or will her dreams turn into a nightmare?

AVampireforHalloween_MEDThis week’s tease courtesy of Lauren:

When she arrived at the Ellis mansion, she was greeted by a big, wrought-iron gate. The black bars opened before she could even use the buzzer. The Ellis brothers must’ve known some rich people, because she walked past the newest Bentley model in the driveway. Alexis knew those cars cost a pretty penny.

Each step warranted a victory, because her hands began to quiver, the back of her neck began to bead with sweat, and her belly flip-flopped. Why so nervous? Was it to meet the Ellis brothers? Or because of the realistic-looking bats on their porch that could swoop down and get her any minute?

She made it to the door, and a man dressed in a werewolf costume greeted her. Alexis squinted her eyes. Clearly she must’ve made a mistake, but over top of his wolf costume he wore a Victorian-style gray coat with tails with a black top hat, a pair of matching short pants that stopped at the knee, and a plain black mask. Interesting. When she walked past him, she swore he leaned in to smell her.

When she entered, she was pleasantly surprised at the size of the Ellis place. She stepped into the huge foyer. With wide eyes, she slowly spun around to admire the splendor. The party took place in the foyer, and that blew any chances of her checking out the rest of the mansion because men dressed in werewolf costumes stood guard at the exits. She noticed that they too wore two costumes.

She marveled at the floor made of black and white marble, and in the far corner she saw a bar. Quite a few people had already taken advantage of the liquid courage. She saw a group of beautiful woman standing over by the DJ area playing the song “Time Warp.” The women wore Victorian-style dresses and had long hair in an array of colors. Some had purple, some had green, some even had light blue. And had some worn wings? Their dresses barely passed their thighs but then others had the long, traditional length.

Alexis casually looked around for her mystery man—she’d no idea why since he was a figment of her sexual imagination. As she continued to examine everyone else’s costume, she realized almost everyone had on two costumes. Nothing in the invitation said anything about two costumes.

Why would a Halloween party make you wear two costumes?

Little by little the noise began to die down, and her shoes clanked against the marble for all to hear. She felt the heat of the unwelcome glares, each pair of eyes shooting daggers. Alexis stiffened, and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Did she have a piece of toilet paper stuck to her shoe or something? Why all the stares? She stood her ground and wouldn’t let them intimidate her. A moment later the noise level rose and the guests went back to their own business. Scoffing, she walked over to the bar. “Vampire’s kiss, please.”

The bartender smirked at her. “Sugar, I think you’ve already had a vampire’s kiss.”

Unreal. The praised Ellis Halloween party was nothing but rude weirdos.

“I’m referring to the drink, cowboy. You know, the one with vodka, gin, and tequila.”

“I know what you meant, little lady,” he said, tipping his black cowboy hat up. Handsome. Very doable. Perhaps if she drank enough tonight she’d let loose her inner cowgirl and ride that hunk of muscle.

With drink in hand, she sipped it through the tiny straw and let the liquid flow down her throat. It burned going down, and she sucked in a breath, making a sour face. “Whew, that is some strong vampire’s kiss.”

A man, or a ghostly form of a man, appeared in front of her wearing just one costume. Thank goodness, I’m starting to feel underdressed. He didn’t have a mask on, and she thought he wasn’t bad to look at either. Maybe sexy men and women made up for the rude weirdness. He paled in comparison to her dream man, though.

“Hi my name’s Jack. Looks like I’m the only brave soul who will say hello to you. Get it, I’m a soul.” He seemed thoroughly amused with himself.

“I’m Alexis, pleased to meet you.” She reached out her hand to shake his, but she realized it would be impossible. Her hand passed right through his incorporeal form. What? “Nice trick. Are you controlling this from somewhere else?” she asked.

The figure frowned. “This is me, no tricks, Alexis. Go ahead, try to touch me again,” he said with his I-dare-you-smile.

She frowned, but her curiosity got the better of her every time. When she reached out her hand, making another attempt to touch his chest, her fingers once again slipped right through and caressed the air.

“You feel like Jell-O.” She giggled and sipped her drink.

Jack began to moan and told her to try lower.

“Now you’re being a naughty man, Jack,” she said.

Jack smiled his pearly whites. “A ghost’s gotta try, right?”

“A ghost?”

“Jack! You asshole, get away from her!” a man shouted from the far corner of the room.

No, not possible. The mystery man from her dreams, here in the same clothes he’d visited her in night after night. He’s here? He’s real? Had she seen him before and that’s why she’d dreamed of him? Her head spun, and her drink threatened to make a sudden reappearance.

All six feet of her dream sex god stalked over to them with heavy feet, his eyes full of fury. She saw the anger rolling off his body in waves, and the air around her became thick and suffocating.

Thanks Lauren for helping me out today.

Interested? Want more? You can buy A Vampire for Halloween Secret Cravings or Amazon.

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What an Amazing Thing! Book Bub

downloadHave you heard of BookBub? It’s a free daily email services that lets you know about great deals, including free reads  on acclaimed ebooks. You decide what kind of books you’d like to read when you sign up, and they send you a daily email of books chosen to meet your preferences. BookBub doesn’t sell books. The deals they offer are through Amazon, Barnes & Noble’s Nook store, Apple’s iBookstore, and others. Book publishers use this site to promote their authors. the BookBub staff works with them to make their promotions work. The books selected for promotion come from a variety of authors, but not every book selected to BookBub will be chosen.  Their team is picky and their experts make sure they feature quality books that you’ll love.

I hadn’t heard of BookBub until Crimson Romance contacted me to tell me Fire Angel, the romance suspense book I’fire-angel-147x221d released with them last year was going to be the BookBub selection of the day on October 3, 2014. I was curious and so signed up for BookBub myself. I love it and have supported other Crimson authors by buying their books when these are available.

Since the Book Bub promotion ended on October 11th, Fire Angel has continued to sell an average of 4 copies a day. I’m amazed and truly grateful to Crimson for this opportunity. I hope in the days, weeks, and months to  come, those who bought the book will consider buying another of mt efforts. It’s really hard to become established as an author, and I’m grateful to Tara and Julie and all the rest of the Crimson staff for this wonderful opportunity.

If you’d like to purchase a copy, here’s the link Fire Angel

So what’s next? Julie let me in on a wonderful surprise. Stay tuned for another wonderful opportunity for promotion  from Crimson Romance in December.

Mid Week Tease: More from Coming Home

midweekteaseIt’s Mid Week Tease time again. Once more I want to thank Sandra Bunino who makes it possible for us to share our work once a week. Coming Home, the first book in the Taking a Chance on Love Series was released last week. This novel co-written by Misty Cail and myself, under the name Misty Matthews, not only introduces you to Alana and Connor, the main couple in this novel, but sets the scene for the stories to follow. You’ll meet the characters whose stories will be told in the subsequent novels. We hope you’ll fall in love with them and Chance, Arizona, a place where love conquers all.

About Coming Home:

Home is where the heart is.

Motorcycle riding, attorney Alana Stewart is a far cry from the shy, teenager who left Chance determined never to look back. Family obligations force her to return to the town that only holds bad memories for her. A stop at her former sanctuary brings an unexpected surprise…the new manager just might be what she needs to get her through the holidays.

When sexy, leather-clad Alana walks into the bookstore, Connor Tate, has a feeling he may be in for the ride of his life. Despite the fact that their lives are headed in different directions, they are drawn to one another. Connor is determined to prove to Alana that Chance isn’t the place she remembers, but will his efforts fail when she discovers he hasn’t told her the whole truth about himself?

Can they trust each other enough to take a chance on love?

Coming Home coverThis week’s tease:

Connor tried to look busy as Alana browsed the bookshelves. Though he was two years older than she was, he remembered her from high school, but man, had she changed. They’d been a lot alike back then, both of them with their noses always stuck in books, not quite fitting in with the rest. The similarities should have made them friends, but as a teen, he hadn’t had the nerve to talk to a girl, even an equally unpopular one.

Vaguely he remembered her coming into the store those afternoons when he worked in the back unpacking boxes of new books and sorting them to put on the shelves. How animated she’d become when she’d talk to Dad about the current book she was reading or about the places she’d like to visit. Hidden behind the bookshelves, he’d close his eyes and listen to her voice, far too shy to even consider joining the discussions. The girl she’d become—a girl nothing like the cowering mouse he saw at school each day—enchanted him, much as this new Alana did.

Somehow, he doubted unpopularity would be her problem now. Alana was his idea of the perfect woman—smart, sexy with or without the leather—and she rode a motorcycle. The woman exuded confidence and poise, and wasn’t afraid to take risks. Just look at the way she’d been blatantly flirting with him.

Despite his best effort, he was having a hard time controlling his body’s response to her. Of all the days to wear jeans a touch too tight. If he didn’t get his eyes off her cute little derrière, he’d humiliate himself. Taking a deep breath, he tore his eyes away from her leather-clad bottom, and returned to sorting the new shipment of books.

It didn’t take long for him to become immersed in the jacket blurbs, and he jumped when he heard her shout.

“Holy crap!”

Dropping the book he was holding, he pushed his way through the boxes crowding the aisle to see what had upset her.

“What’s wrong?” He hurried to her side, worried that she’d somehow hurt herself. It was true that the worst injury you could probably get in a bookstore was a paper cut, but he was concerned all the same.

“Nothing’s wrong, but you have all of JT Connor’s books shoved back here where no one can see them. Are you crazy?”

The look of disgust on her face made him laugh. “I take it you’re a fan.”

“Well, duh! Of course I’m a fan, isn’t everyone? He’s a great author even though he’s the Howard Hughes of writers—a total recluse. How come you have his latest book? It isn’t due out for another two weeks.”

Connor ran his fingers through his hair, a nervous gesture he made when he was caught off-guard. No one in Chance had ever noticed that before. How was he going to explain having advanced copies of the book on the shelf? He sure as hell wasn’t ready to tell her the truth.

“I know the author, went to college with him.” The half-lie slid smoothly off his tongue.

“You know JT Connor?” she asked, disbelief evident in her voice. “Get out of here! No one knows JT. He’s as mysterious as the books he writes.”

Crap! How do I get out of this?

Turning away from her, he tried to think of something believable to say to get him out of the quicksand in which he’d inadvertently stepped. Sharing his secret with a virtual stranger wasn’t an option, and he was pretty sure she wasn’t going to let it go.

“Yeah. JT is an old family friend. He sends me advance copies of his books when his publisher gives him the go ahead. I’m technically not supposed to put them on display yet, so don’t go broadcasting it.”

“Who would I tell?” The look on her face told him she thought he was being ridiculous.

“I don’t know. Maybe your big shot lawyer friends in Texas.” He’d put a little more heat into his voice than he’d needed, but he was dying here, sinking deeper and deeper by the minute.

She rolled her eyes. “Let me get right on that. I’ll tell them to drop everything, and fly to Arizona to buy a book they’ll be able to pick up at home in a matter of days.” Sarcasm dripped from her voice. “My friends love to throw away their hard-earned money at the drop of a hat.”

“I get it. My comment was a little over the top, but if you’re a fan, you know he doesn’t like the spotlight. JT plays his cards close to his chest. I’m a little protective of him.”

“A little protective? There are she-bears in the woods that could take lessons from you. Knowing you know the man who writes these amazing books, and won’t tell me who he is, will probably drive me insane, but I’ll let it go—for now.”

He exhaled and relaxed, grateful for the temporary reprieve, although he was fairly certain she’d try to ferret out the secret sooner rather than later. His gaze still fixed on her, he watched as she selected the books she wanted, including the one not yet released.

Grinning at him, she stood. “Getting to read book four early will do for now, but I’ll be back. When I am, I’ll get you to tell me all about the talented man behind my favorite character, Detective Rick Foster.”

The idea she’d see him again, even if it were only to pry information out of him, pleased him more than he expected it to.

“Maybe I can even convince you to get these books autographed for me.” She batted her eyelashes and smiled sweetly. He felt his body react and turned away quickly to conceal the evidence of his lust.

“I’ll see what I can do,” he answered going to stand behind the counter. He wouldn’t commit to anything, but hoped he’d managed to hide the way she’d affected him.

“Are you ready to check out?”

Instead of answering, she stood there staring at him as if she could somehow see into his soul. What’s running through that pretty little head of hers?

At last, she nodded and walked over to the counter. Within minutes, he’d scanned the books, totaled the sale, and placed her purchases in a reusable bag.

“Compliments of Tate’s,” he said as he handed it to her.

“Thanks. I’ll see you soon.”

As she took the bag from him, their fingers touched and desire barreled through him as it never had.

“Come back anytime,” he said, as she exited the store, surprised by how much he meant the words. Life around Alana Stewart would never be dull.

Standing at the store window, he watched her cross the street to her bike. Once there, she secured the bag, donned her helmet, and threw her leg over the seat. The bike started smoothly. She glanced back toward the store as if she knew he was watching her and eased the bike into traffic.

God, she’s hot! Alana would make a hell of a heroine. The scenes I could write…  What I wouldn’t give to be a motorcycle seat right now!

Buy links:

Secret Cravings Publishing


Barnes and Nobles

Take time to check out the rest of this week’s teasers. It’ll be well worth the effort:

Hump Day Hook: Coming Home

humpdayhookWelcome to the middle of the work week. This is my first time participating in the Hump Day Hook, and I thank those who invited me to share my writing with you. Misty Matthews is the name under which two Canadian authors co-write contemporary romance novels. Last spring we released our first novella, Grand Slam, with SCP. On October 15, we released Coming Home, a Christmas story based on our heroine reluctance to return to the small town where she was raised and face the ghosts of her unhappy teen years. The last thing she expects is to meet the man of her dreams and fall in love. Coming Home is the first of four books in the Taking a Chance on Love series, set in the small town of Chance, Arizona.

Without further ado, here’s the opening lines from Coming Home:

Coming Home cover“It’s not too late. I can still turn around,” Alana Stewart grumbled when the sign announcing Chance, Arizona came into view. Thoughts of calling off this trip home to see her family plagued her, and she slowed her hot pink and black Ninja 300 ABS motorcycle, an early Christmas present to herself. This was her new toy’s first major road trip and a big reason why she’d made it this far. The joys of the open road stopped her from dwelling on her cases and the disquiet she felt returning to the town that only held bad memories for her.

Just because I said I’d be here doesn’t mean I can’t change my mind. Maybe I should take another day…

The Bluetooth in her ear sent out the notes of the funeral dirge she associated with her co-litigator on the Mooney case, interrupting her chicken shit thoughts and the sound of Florida Georgia Line. Damn, what does he want now? She loved the glamor and excitement she received as a corporate lawyer specializing in litigation, but as a member of the firm’s bullpen, she didn’t choose her partners, the upper echelon did. Working with Mark Dilby was frustrating to the nth degree. There was no way in hell she could handle one of his calls and keep her mind on the road. Sighing heavily, she signaled a right turn.

Thank you for visiting. Please go to the Hump Day Hook hub for more great snippets, and have a wonderful day!

Getting Into the Mood for Halloween: Pumpkinferno

IMG_0439The last three years, Upper Canada Village  in Morrisburg, Ontario, transforms itself into a pumpkin wonderland for the month of October. We have attended the event each year and it gets better and better all the time. What amazes me is the detail that goes into carving the pumpkins and then combining them into scenes. The village staff has learned a lot from the thousands of visitors who pour through the gates for the event. The traffic flow is much better now than it was the first time we went early in 2012, but even that year, they quickly made adjustments, so that when we went back the second time, the route had been made easier and safer.

Pumpkinferno 2013_0036This year, while I was disappointed to see that some of my favorite exhibits gone, like the gorgeous Chinese dragon,  others like the snail garden and the incredible Noah’s Ark took its place. On the small lake, insteaIMG_0441d of the dragon, Swan Lake presents an incredible display of craftsmanship.  Among the returning exhibits are those depicting Canadian wildlife–insects, flowers, the beaver, deer, and of course the moose. There are  totem poles  juxtaposed with tepees and braves on the hunt.

One of my favorite areas to view is the Hall of Horoscopes. My husband and I went up there on Sunday night with our daughter, her friend, and their families. It was fun to see all the sun signs and how many of our small group shared shared similar signs. My husband and one grand-daughter are Scorpios, my eldest son,  another grand-daughter, and my eldest grandson are Sagittarius, while I’m a Leo, my daughter Virgo, and our youngest grandson Gemini. We’re all over the star map.

There’s also an exhibit this year paying tribute to the various Ford automobiles. Nine different models are depicted with phenomenal clarityIMG_0467.  They even have an old-style gas pump.

So where do these pumpkins come from and who does all the work?

The carved pumpkins are  artificial pumpkins, shaped from molds of real pumpkins. They’ve been designed and carved by young artists from Eastern Ontario. These designers and carvers, selected for their abilities, whether as a career or a hobby, design, carve, and build the various sets and displays. Each spring through summer, this group of amazingly talented artists, plan and create the new and vibrant exhibits to be added to that season’s Pumpkinferno, to keep it fresh and interesting and have the visitors begging for more.

The themes run the gambit from the beautiful, to the mysterious and of course the traditional. The village trees are back-lit to provide a fitting background for everything from the amazing musical, flashing pumpkins to the incredibly magical flower gardens and lacIMG_0456y designs. This tree looks like it’s ready to take a bite out of you. And speaking of bites, what Halloween display would be complete without the traditional IMG_0474villains?

So, if you live in Eastern Ontario, Western Quebec or Northern New York state, take the time to come and see Pumpkinferno. It’s well worth the effort.

Getting Ready for NaNoWriMo

Well, it’s almost November. Last weekend I had a fabulous time in Lake Placid with my husband, sort of a last minutes of “us” time before the insanity of winter. Once again, I’ve chosen to participate in NaNoWriMo, National Novel Writing Month. Last year, I participated in two events. In Plain Sight coverI went to Boot Camp in April 2013 and wrote In Plain Sight  which was released in August 2013 by Crimson Romance.  Writing a 56,000 word novel in a month seemed like an impossible task on the first day, but when you break it down, it works out to less than 2,000 words a day. For a verbose person like me, that was easy. I wrote the book my way, editing as I went along, adding in the word count accordingly.  Since I worked on my own, I had no one breathing over my shoulder to hurry me on. As you may know, I’m self-chained to my computer at least eight hours a day, so sticking power isn’t an issue.

A friend suggested I participate in the Entangled Smackdown last year. Entangled provided an editor with tips to get you going. Unlike the last time, this time I was part of a team. I registered with NaNoWriMo to get my daily word count tabulated, but I also logged on to Savvy Authors each day to keep up with things there. This writing experience was different. It began with the need to complete a GMC (Goal, Motivation, Conflict) sheet and a beat sheet, a type of plot graph for the novel, as well as a one page synopsis. I almost quit at that point. I am a true blue pantser. I do not plot the books. I select a title, and let the story come to me from that. I name my characters and let them flesh themselves out for me, and I never do a GMC or Beat sheet. I seriously doubted my ability to so so because I generally have no idea where the story’s going until I get there.

EchoesofthePast_MEDIn addition to the pre-participation items and the “lessons”, I was to participate in daily group activities–answer a question, tweet encouragement to the members of my team, join in daily sprints, and post my totals for the day, calculating the points I’d earned for the team. The hardest part was not editing as I wrote, one thing I constantly do. I’d chosen to write my novel with the Ignite imprint in mind. Because I’m so pig-headed, I stuck with the task and completed the rough draft of Echoes of the Past, 88,000 plus words, a romance suspense with paranormal elements and Native American flavor.  It took me about the same amount of time to complete the edits for it, but Echoes of the Past  was published in July 2014 by Secret Cravings Publishing.

There it is. I participated in NaNo twice and wrote and sold two books. I was definitely participating again. There were things that drove me crazy about the Entangled Smackdown last year, and although all the pre-writing stuff isn’t for me, I know what it is this year and have a leg up on it. The rules for NaNo are explicit that nothing can be started until November 1, and I’m a stickler for rules, but I’ve taken the time this week to lay out my story. I’m looking at a contemporary romance this time, short by my standards at 55,000 words. I’ve targeted the Love Struck imprint. The bonus to Smackdown is that the winning team gets a shot at a contract  with Entangled, so if I win… If not, as was the case last year, I’ll submit to one of my other publishers.

So, with the rules and guidelines in mind, I’ve started planning it out. What will my NaNo book be this year? I’m looking at Yours, Mine, and Ours. 

Here’s the basic idea, but you can be sure it’ll change once the characters get involved and have their way. You can count four things though. I will set the scene as I always do with lost of description so you’ll feel as if you’re there. I will use humor to spice up the dialogue and move the story along,  I will create a love story for the ages as I’ve done before, and the happily ever after ending will be well-earned.

Temporary About the Book 

tropical IslandParadise Island, where all your dreams come true.

When MJ Summers checks into the Paradise Island Resort alone on what should have been her honeymoon, the last thing she expects in to be found naked in the shower by Paul Davis, her brother’s best friend and the bane of her teenage years. Discovering the hotel double booked the room doesn’t help, but since they practically grew up together, she agrees to share the holiday with him—one room, two beds.

Paul’s experiences in Afghanistan have changed him, convinced him that sharing your heart with someone can only lead to pain. MJ is a far cry from the girl he remembers, but he’s determined to fight the attraction if it’s the last thing he does. Unfortunately, he can’t quite tamp down the rescuer side of his personality. When  a vicious tropical storm brings back the nightmares he thought he’d left behind, MJ  already terrified of storms seeks  to comfort him and herself, but one thing leads to another and a long, stormy night neither of them will ever forget.

Driven by guilt and shame, Paul leaves the next morning before MJ awakes. Broken-hearted, ashamed of her wantonness, and mortified at being dumped again, MJ returns home only to discover she’s brought back more than the tacky souvenirs decorating her new house. Convinced, Paul doesn’t want her and wouldn’t want their baby, she prepares to go it alone, protect her teaching career by inventing a military husband currently deployed. Unfortunately, fate has other ideas in mind and sooner or later, the truth will out.

When MJ and Paul meet again, things get more complicated than ever. How is she ever going to make this right? Can she convince him and herself to give love a chance?

I’d love to know what you think of the new story idea. Post your comment for a chance to win a PDF review copy of Coming Home, Book One of the Talking a Chance on Love series from Misty Matthews, my alter ego.