Another sweet little book is coming out March 20th! Below you’ll see my blog tour schedule (plus some visits to fellow The Wild Rose Press authors’ blogs). Hope you can stop by at one or two. Don’t forget to enter the giveaway! You’ll learn more about me, my writing process, and Soul of the Storm.
March 20: Long and Short Reviews
March 27: BooksChatter
April 3: It's Raining Books
April 3: Lisa Haselton's Reviews and Interviews
April 10: Romance Novel Giveaways
April 17: All the Ups and Downs
April 24: Edgar's Books
April 24: Our Town Book Reviews - review
May 1: Rogue's Angels
May 1: Archaeolibrarian - I Dig Good Books! - review
May 8: Fabulous and Brunette
May 8: Locks, Hooks and Books - review
Ahhh, Vermont:
Now for a teaser:
Charlotte sat on the top porch step instead of in a rocker. Her breath puffed in a misty cloud before her as she waited. Again, the scent of a fire from the back pit infused the air. She traced the knots in the planks of the porch with the toe of her shoe, ignoring her thudding pulse. Matiu shuffled through the side door. She rose to help him with the cups.
“Hi.”
“Kia ora,” he said, smile deep and teeth bright beneath the lamps. “It’s colder tonight.”
“You need a jacket,” she said with a nod to his thinner long-sleeved top that clung nicely to his muscles.
“I’ll sit closer to you. Nice quilt.”
“I’m always cold. I won’t have much heat to share.”
“Logging in my assessment file.” He tapped his temple.
She shivered from nerves as he settled beside her on the top step.
“Ya know, we could have tea inside,” he suggested.
“What about consorting? Besides, I like the clear sky and fresh air. Night is my time.”
He nodded. “Ah, clear skies are amazing. I prefer morning. Not sure about tomorrow. Neil’s sick with the flu, and so is Kelly. They work on the search and rescue team, and Kelly also does mucking with us for the US Forest Service. Seems like the germs haven’t left for the season.”
“Nor the cold temps. Both tend to bite us in the ass in April.”
“I was serious. You going to share that quilt with me?” He inched closer.
“Nope. Get your own.”
He pressed a hand to his heart. “Shot down!” Tea splashed as his laugh vibrated.
Her pulse quickened with the idea of sharing warmth with him.
He said, “I’m knackered. That paddle got me sore. Bit more wind today than I’d expected.”
“You’re not the only one.”
He was so close. She subtly inhaled his natural scent. She couldn’t place it. Probably his shampoo… combined with sweat and cooking oils. They sat quietly, unsure what to say next. His nearness upset her equilibrium. She drank the tea.
