November 14, 2013
Thanksgiving is here. The holiday season is here! That means a lot of things, but to readers, that means–Holiday Books! Bookstores will soon be bursting with holiday books. Many are shorter–because we have less time! Some are even cheaper–we have less money! 30lb turkeys and ham empty the pocketbook! Not to mention Christmas is almost on us!
So I say take a break from it all. Sit back for just a few minutes and enjoy the holidays doing something you like to do–READ! My new story, All I Want Is You is now available–
She could still leave, right now, if she wanted to. Put a stop to this, keep her good, well-behaved, wait-a-month-into-the-relationship panties on and leave. Dear God, the very idea of walking out of here was downright laughable.
Tasha Parks dropped out of college, cashed in her savings and opened an ice cream store. All her energy should be going into that store. There’s just one problem. Patrick Abington. Handsome, sweet and oh so shy, all Tasha wants for Christmas is him.
Patrick has had his eye on Tasha since she moved to town and opened the only ice cream store for miles. Being flat broke has kept him from asking her out. When a friend gets them in the same room, he can’t back away. Desperate not to let her go, it’s time to think out of the box for ways he can win her heart.
(*will be available soon from these stores)
There’s a few things that make All I Want Is You the *perfect* holiday book.
1- It’s only .99. That’s right. .99. Less than a cup of coffee at most places and it lasts even longer than one!
2- It’s perfect for reading *right now* because…there’s a Thanksgiving scene! You want to know what Thanksgiving is like for the Fords? You can get a pretty good look at it from this book.
3-It’s about 44,000-words. So it’s meaty to keep you entertained, but short enough to fit in your busy schedule.
4-Oh this is my favorite. There’s a two chapter excerpt of my upcoming release–Never Stopped Loving You at the end. Yes, TWO chapters. there’s only one here on my website. It’s the only place you can see that second chapter.
5-I’ve been talking about my new series, Chester Farms for about a year now. If you want a quick peek at the Chesters, All I Want Is You will do that for you.
And there’s still the ice cream, the shy hero, the nervous heroine and all those other good parts too! Oh heck, how about a little clip from the story–
Patrick Abington checked his email and text messages for an update every other second and got nothing. Again. Sit in a parking lot looking like a creeper? That could be checked off the bucket list that never existed. It was either that, or go inside the ice cream shop and wait.
Where he’d have to talk…to her.
His throat tightened at just the idea of carrying on actual conversation beyond asking for two scoops of ice cream. Nerves chewed up his gut and spit it out like a chump. He readjusted in his truck seat and refreshed his phone because going inside alone—not happening. If he just tended to his phone and sent messages to his friend who was late, he wouldn’t look as crazy. Every time he stared at the bright screen stating no new messages though, his head was all but pulled against his will to lift so he could look through the store front windows to see her again.
Her hair was as dark as the waffle cone she held in her hand and lips matched the cherries decorating the walls. While he didn’t know for sure, he was positive her skin was sweet like the chocolate chip cookie dough he occasionally ordered. It just had to be. Creamy, white skin with a light dusting of freckles over her nose seemed like the perfect fit. Then there was her voice. Sweet and so soft. Just wrapped a hug around a man and sucked him in. Forget the cherry topping off his order, when she handed his ice cream across the counter with that smile beaming from her eyes, he turned into a stumbling idiot trying to walk out of there.
A shiver went through him and he returned to refreshing his texts once again to see where in the hell Whitney had gotten off to. She was supposed to meet him here half an hour ago and the ice cream shop was closing in five minutes. Knowing Whitney, she could be distracted by a marathon of trashy TV or playing games on the computer.
He leaned back in his seat for a look down the road to see if there were any headlights, but he got nothing. He shot off another text to her, and her brother this time, and waited.
Time ticked over for another five minutes.
Nothing. Unable to help himself, he glanced back to those store windows to see Tasha by the front wiping down a table and putting chairs on top of the white, shiny surfaces. There had to be a dozen tables in there with four or more chairs at each one. She was in there all by herself, doing that all alone.
While he sat out here. Doing nothing but staring. Hell. He shut off his truck and stepped out.
As often as a fool this one woman made him feel, he couldn’t just sit in his truck while she was doing all that heavy lifting. All those chairs. Not that she couldn’t handle them, but if he sat in his truck, then he became a creeper and a lazy son of a gun. The latter just wasn’t going to happen.
Not that it was hot outside. It was November and in the sixties. Problem was, it heated about a thousand degrees under his skin at the sight of her polka-dotted apron strings dangling over the sweet curves of her ass. He made a point to clear his throat so not to have a repeat of that one time his voice cracked when he tried talking to her.
If you want the rest of the scene, you can dig around on my website for it. Or just grab it for .99 right now!
(*will be available soon from these stores)