BLURB:
Neal Sinclair meets David Bankston in a college town bar. He’s
tall, dark, and handsome, and wears a Stetson like nobody’s business.
When they dance, inner passion heats up while inhibitions melt
away. Neal quickly discovers David’s not a Southerner at all. He’s a Boston
architect, in Tuscaloosa for only one night. The next morning, they struggle to
walk away from something that caught them both by surprise.
Time doesn’t diminish the ache they feel in each other’s absence.
Unable to stay apart, David arranges to take Neal to watch her beloved Crimson
Tide play in a football bowl game. Reunited, they’re determined to make it
work. When separated, they perfect the art of open communication. They each know
that true love is a long shot.
But distance isn’t the only thing standing in their way.
Unbeknownst to her, Neal’s overprotective father is, too. With so much
conspiring against them, can a natural disaster turn the odds in their favor?
EXCERPT:
“Hey,
cowboy. How about a dance?” As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she
cringed. Wow, even to my own ears that sounded way too cheesy.
She
looked him over as he stood with the sole of one boot propped against the wall,
and a Stetson perched atop his head. He had sinfully good looks, and his olive
complexion and wavy black hair gave him a swarthy, pirate-like appeal.
“Evening.”
He nodded, but his gaze remained focused on the room, never lingering in one
place too long. Clearly, she had been dismissed.
So
much for my skill at playing the vamp. This is shaping up to be an epic fail.
With
each swig he took from that long-necked beer bottle, however, she found herself
wanting nothing more than to offer to lick off the moisture that clung to his
mouth after every swallow. She decided not to give up so easily.
“You’re
about empty. How about a second round? My treat?”
He
locked eyes with her then, and humor glinted in his. The gorgeous stranger
rewarded her with a dazzling smile even as he shook his head in polite refusal.
“Thank
you, but no.”
His
fingers were long, and his hand was broad. He exuded sex appeal. But she wasn’t
used to these games of pursuit. It was usually the other way around, and she
was fending off the unwanted advances.
Jeez,
I must look utterly pathetic to him just standing here with doe eyes. I don’t
know what possessed me to think I could ever stand a chance with someone like
him.
She
started to back away when suddenly the band began to play the first strains of
“Sweet Home Alabama.” She took it as a sign that this might be her lucky night
after all. She quickly downed the rest of her sour apple martini to bolster her
courage and then deposited the empty glass on a nearby table.
“Are
you just passing through?” She spoke loudly to be heard above the cacophony of
their surroundings.
“I
only came in for a beer—nothing else. I leave town in the morning.”
“I
get it. No entanglements, right? But it’s just one dance. And judging by your
accent, you aren’t from around here. So I’m willing to overlook the fact that
you don’t know it’s an unwritten law that when that particular song comes on,
it’s lady’s choice. She can ask any man to dance, and he can’t say no.”
“Can’t,
huh? Is that a fact?” A playful grin toyed at the corners of his mouth.
“It
is when you’re in Tuscaloosa, Alabama. That song’s a sacred anthem around here.
So, cowboy, I’m asking you once again. You wanna dance?”
AUTHOR
Bio and Links:
Joan
Chandler is a Florida native who has lived in the Deep South all of her life.
She is married with two children who are her pride and joy. She lives a double
life of sorts, holding down a nine-to-five job during the day, and writing
steamy romance at night—often with her black cat curled up in her arms as she
types.
When
she’s not spending her spare time working on her next novel, she loves to go
camping, sharing girls’ night out with her friends, walking her two dogs, and
watching college football.
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6 comments:
why aren't they never short, bald and handsome? :)
Have to dance after that
Interesting characters
bn100candg at hotmail dot com
Sounds like a great book!
pjmillion(at)comcast(dot)net
Thanks for hosting me today during my book tour. Great comments from your followers, too. To Dezmond, ha ha! You made me laugh. Great question, by the way. My own hubby is tall, bald and handsome, so two out of three, I guess. :)
I will keep your suggestion in mind for a future book!
THanks to everyone for their comments, and for sharing part of your day with me.
Joan
Thanks to everyone who stopped by and gave Joan support.
Wishing you all the best Joan.
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