These two books about love have very different circumstances. One is a new life and love. The other is a bridge from tragedy to love. Please read and if you enjoyed it, I would Love for you to leave a review. They are both on sale for a limited time for only 99 cents each. My happy holiday gifts to you!
Excerpt from OUR TIME TO LOVE
… a bridge to love, a tribute to all our heroes
The pumpkin pie was in the oven.
Neal tossed the Mail on the table. "Smells wonderful. Remember, I don't send bills out in December. They know what they owe. No need to remind them."
"You're offering amnesty in Dec? How will we place orders for meds?" She picked through the mail. "What's this? Something from the Miami Dolphins? Maybe they're making a donation to the clinic."
"Yeah, sure. Just toss it."
"But you're a fan. Don't you want to know what they're up to?"
"I'm not interested."
She ripped the envelope open. "Well I am. Look Neal, it's a letter addressed to you."
He turned away.
She was quiet, reading. "It's for you, Neal. They want... "
"I know. We've been through this before."
"But it's an honor. A hero's honor for saving lives that night."
"I'm no hero. I didn't save the most important person in my life."
"You saved the most important person in Derrick Swift's life. To him you're a hero."
"Yeah, well... Maria's family would disagree."
"Derrick Swift is the most decorated quarterback in Dolphin's history. Even I know his name. His pregnant wife was there that night. They both lived, mother and baby. That's something to celebrate."
Neal started to walk out.
"I think you should go back. Let them thank you. Show their gratitude. It's important to them."
Neal stopped at the door. "No."
"Have you ever been back?"
"Hell no! And it's not going to happen." Neal grabbed a jacket and headed outside to jog.
Gwyn turned to look out the window. Red leaves drifting. Bare limbs. Evergreens standing firm and strong. Was this where their love was going? Drifting away...
Or standing firm? Would they always be dogged by this tragedy? She knew one thing, if he didn't resolve this, it would always be there. Dogging them both.
The oven buzzed and she remembered the Pumpkin Pie. She pulled it out and set it on the counter. It didn't look like her mama's pie. A little taste revealed the problem. Salt instead of sugar! She opened the back door and flung the pie outside, hard as she could. She yelled in frustration.
Two grazing deer lifted their heads. Who is this crazy, screaming person? Then they bounded away.
… a new view of the West
She is aggressive, but not too much. He is tough, but not too much. Both are too passionate to stay apart.
"You are the damnedest female I've ever met."
"I wanted to see what it would feel like to kiss you. I've thought about it a long time." Kyla felt her throat closing up and wondered if it was possible to choke to death over a simple kiss.
"Nice touch," Kyla replied after a moment's consideration.
"I've never known a woman like you." Griff shook his head.
"You've never had a woman kiss you?" She touched his lips lightly with one finger.
"I've never had a woman make the first move before."
"That's too bad. You've been missing out."
Suddenly Griff’s powerful hands grasped her forearms, whipping her around to face him. "You want to know what it's like to really kiss me, Kyla? That wasn't anything." His lips captured hers and she leaned into the kiss, enjoying it thoroughly. This was what she wanted all along.