EXCERPT: Sweet Talkin' Sugar
In
observation mode, he walked through the casino, hands in his pockets, listening
and watching, his heart racing. Before the blackjack table at the end of the
row, he paused to reflect and decide on a course of action. The air inside was
sultry, hot and smoke-filled. He swept one hand through his damp hair, fresh
from a summer rain. He forced his mind from the heat and the rancid smell of
cigarettes, and with single-minded focus, stared at the table and the cards
lying innocuously on the green felt.
The
picture of cool calmness, she sat on a bar stool, a drink in hand and cards in
the other, her legs crossed provocatively. Her daringly cut emerald V-neck
dress didn't leave much to the imagination, but he forced his gaze to the man
beyond who stared at her as if he owned her. Every hair on the back of his neck
stood on end and a chill slivered down his spine, nerves on edge, muscles
tensed. His brows furrowed when the man turned his attention, for one brief
moment, his way.
The
dealer gave her another card and she tipped one corner up to look at it then
let it go. Her body language spoke volumes to him and he wondered if the dealer
noticed too. The poker face she so obviously tried for was something she'd
never possess.
Deacon
McClain paused before settling on a bar stool across the table from her. He
waited for the last hand to finish before placing his chips in front of him and
nodding to the dealer he was ready to play. His fingers closed around his glass
of whiskey as his heart thundered in his chest. She glanced his way,
inquisitively cocking her head to one side before slanting him a
sexy-as-hell-grin.
The
grin sent a message that nearly catapulted him from his seat. Inhaling a deep
breath to calm his splintering nerves, he turned his attention back to the cards
he'd just been dealt. Not good, not good at all, he motioned for another, then
sat back and gazed at Lyonesse. Lyn McKenna, the woman he'd been sent to find
and bring home. He'd never believed this gig to be an easy one, but now he felt
sure this might be his most difficult assignment of all. Her easy grin sent his
heart into a tailspin and her long shapely legs were hard to ignore. What would
happen if she gave him her full attention?
He'd
lose all sense of perspective and balance.
ALSO BY CHRISTINE YOUNG
This story is
straight from the heart. Told in a passive voice and as a first person account
through Elice and Micha's eyes. Their thoughts tug your heartstings. Their
memory of their past life, the war and of course the present. They never fell out
of love but exhuming those feelings hurt. They also had to face the
consequences of their actions when an unexpected visitor arrived in their
plantation home. Elice and Micha found out that in war, there is something
worst than death and it is cowardice.
BLURB:
A man and a
woman on opposite sides of the Civil War get a second chance at love after one
final battle returns soldiers to their war-torn homes to rebuild their lives.
BLURB:
The year is 1894. Seeking revenge for crimes against his family, Misha
Petrovich follows a path that leads straight to Ariel Cameron's boarding house
in Mist Harbor, Oregon. A family
heirloom in Ariel's possession leads Misha to believe she is guilty. The locket
has been handed down to the oldest girl in the Petrovich family for
generations. Ariel is innocent of wrong doing, but her father is not. Misha is
torn by his feelings for Ariel and his need for restitution against her father.
Knowing that the relationship between them is fragile, Misha does everything in
his power to protect Ariel's father. His efforts are to no avail when her
father is shot. Ariel comes to realize Misha's steadfast courage and
determination to protect her and her father despite what has happened to his
family. Ariel's love and devotion heals Misha's heart.
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