I spent most of my life in the South—Virginia, North
Carolina, South Carolina, and Florida—and I love that region of the country.
Yeah, all right, It’s HOT as H-E-Double Hockey Sticks in the summer and the
word “humid” doesn’t describe it. Sometimes the air is so thick with moisture
it’s hard to breathe. But the South still feels like home, even after all these
years of living in the Great Northwest, as folks here call it. So here’s a tale
of paranormal romance and mystery set on a lake in South Carolina. The hero is
grumpy and the heroine is a psychic who can’t get him out of her mind—or dreams.
Blurb:
A woman who has traveled thousands of
miles searching for a tall man with brilliant blue eyes, a man she’s been
dreaming of for months.
A man whose life is in danger—or so the screwy woman having dreams and
visions says—but who doesn’t believe for one minute in the occult.
A man who has been thought dead for two years and who disappeared with a
bundle in stolen cash.
How will these three come together? And who will be left standing at the
end of their encounter?
Buy link:
Amazon Kindle Unlimited https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09K4SSBY7
Excerpt:
Without waiting for an invitation, Dan turned a chair
around and straddled it, his arms resting on the back. He called out a request
for sweet tea to the woman behind the counter, who seemed to know him and was
unsurprised by his manner of ordering.
“Please join me,” Cassandra said dryly, though she
might as well not have said anything for all the attention he paid her words.
“So, when are you leaving?” He smiled tightly, and his
voice was anything but friendly.
Cassandra responded in kind. “I’m not sure yet. But if
you’ll leave me your number I’ll be sure to call when I’m ready to go. You’ll
be prepared then to start the celebration.”
“What, is the town in one of your hocus-pocus dreams,
too? Is that why you’re hanging around?” He took a sip of his tea, which the
waitress had just set in front of him. “Thanks, Mindy,” he said.
“I fail to see why that’s any of your business.”
“Look, you told me you have a dream where you see me
die. Seems to me that makes it a personal issue and my business. I’d just
prefer not to have you hanging around spreading tales that might get some
people upset. This is home to me, not some research location for a
parapsychology experiment.”
“Mr. Morgan, I have no idea why you’re being so rude.”
He snorted at her comment.
“But I can assure you that I have no intention of
talking to anyone in Greenwood about you, or harming your reputation in any
way. I also had no intention of speaking with you again and thus taking the
chance of piercing your obviously very thin skin, but since you have invited
yourself to drink tea at my table, the least you can do is be civil. I was
sitting here minding my own business and enjoying the peace of your town when
you forced yourself on me. In a manner of speaking.”
His eyes took on a darker glint.
“I know you know how to carry on polite conversation,
since you did so Saturday night. If you choose not to prove that you can do it
again, please drink your tea in silence. Or better yet, go somewhere else and
drink it.” She lifted her coffee cup to her lips and shifted her gaze across
the street.
Dan took a sip of tea and looked at her over the
glass. His gaze, in fact, proved so intense that she squirmed involuntarily.
She glanced down to make sure she was dressed appropriately, and of course, she
was. She had on jeans again and a white blouse that had small sprigs of flowers
stitched on it. The sleeves just covered her shoulders and the band collar
stood up high on her neck. What was it with this man that threw her so off
kilter?
“Well in fact, Ms. Hudson, I can be civil when
I choose to be. That’s a very pretty blouse you’re wearing. See?”
“Thank you.” She directed her green gaze back to him.
She could almost see the strain it took him to sit there speaking to her in a
normal tone of voice.
“I like all of that fine embroidery work.”
“I did it myself.”
“All of it?” He sounded surprised. “It’s very nicely
done. We pride ourselves here on knowing something about textiles and good work
on fabric. It’s been the lifeblood of this part of the South for a long time.”
“I know that. I’m interested in textile work.”
Cassandra sighed. “Mr. Morgan, why are you sitting here talking to me? It’s
plain that you’d rather be anywhere else. Don’t you have a root canal or some
other minor torture you’d rather be off to?”
“Why, Ms. Hudson. Beautiful and astute.” He
grinned as she straightened in her chair and once again directed her attention
to a storefront across the street.
More quietly he said, “I don’t know why I’m here.
There’s something about you that has me intrigued, I guess. I drove past the
motel half a dozen times yesterday trying to decide why I was even on that side
of town. I kept hoping I’d see you out and have an excuse to ‘happen’ into you.
But I didn’t. So I drove home and used up frustrated energy in the shop. Messed
up several good boards before I finally wound down. Lucky I didn’t cut off a
damn finger in the process.”
Cassandra snapped her head around. She hoped the
astonishment she felt wasn’t plain on her face.
Dan faced her directly. “So, is that civil enough for
you?” He took a big gulp of tea. “I suddenly wish this was something stronger.
Now that I’ve found you, I can hardly wait to get away.”
“Flatterer.”
He snorted again, but this sounded more like he was
trying to stifle a laugh.
“I don’t quite know what to say. I thought after
Saturday night you would never speak to me again.”
He nodded. “I thought that might be the case, too.”
She said in a softer voice. “I’m glad it’s not the
case. I’m glad you ‘happened’ into me today.”
Dan looked somewhat chagrined. “I didn’t, exactly. I
called Dill to see when your car was going to be ready and he told me that you
were headed downtown. I came looking for you.”
She rotated her cup in the saucer a few degrees by
pushing the handle forward and pulling it back. Forward and back, forward and
back, waiting for him to continue.
Dan looked at his glass and rubbed the condensation
off with his thumb. “Look, do you want to have dinner tonight? I mean since
you’re not leaving town yet? Nothing fancy.”
Reviews:
“Surprises, secrets, explicit sex and a man that needed a kick to his rear
end, stubborn and unwilling to accept that there are things beyond what we can
imagine. He loves her, she loves him but can he ever accept that she will know
things before they happen.
This a wonderful book and I highly recommend it.”
A little about me:
A
few years ago, Dee S. Knight began writing, making getting up in the morning
fun. During the day, her characters killed people, fell in love, became drunk
with power, or sober with responsibility. And they had sex, lots of sex.
After a while, Dee split her
personality into thirds. She writes as Anne Krist for sweeter romances, and
Jenna Stewart for ménage and shifter stories. All three of her personas are
found on the Nomad Authors website. And all three offer some of the best romance
you can find! Also, once a month, look for Dee’s Charity Sunday blog posts,
where your comment can support a selected charity.
Author
links:
Website: https://nomadauthors.com
Blog:
http://nomadauthors.com/blog
Twitter:
http://twitter.com/DeeSKnight
Facebook:
https://www.facebook.com/DeeSKnight2018
Goodreads:
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/265222.Dee_S_Knight
Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B079BGZNDN
LinkedIn: http://linkedin.com/in/dee-s-knight-0500749
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