AKA: In Celebration of my Worldwide Release Date!
What does an author look most forward to besides writing “The End”? A release date!
In just nine short weeks from today, (November 14, 2014), “Walking Through Fire” will have its Worldwide release. I can’t wait for you to meet Simon MacKay and Laurel Saville.
In the meantime, here’s the official inside cover excerpt when Laurel first meets Simon.
In just nine short weeks from today, (November 14, 2014), “Walking Through Fire” will have its Worldwide release. I can’t wait for you to meet Simon MacKay and Laurel Saville.
In the meantime, here’s the official inside cover excerpt when Laurel first meets Simon.
Walking Through Fire
“Well, lass. That was about the stupidest thing I’ve ever witnessed.”
Laurel jerked upwards at the low angry brogue. Stupid? She’d fallen off a horse, for crying out loud. It happens.
She peered into the dense fog trying to get a glimpse of the disembodied Scot. The thick mist swirled, thinned, and parted to reveal a pair of well- worn, brown riding boots with red cuffs at the top. Her eyes climbed higher, following the boots to a pair of large muscular thighs encased in dark-colored breeches. Her eyes continued upward, past the flat stomach, which led to a broad chest and shoulders covered in a mostly unbuttoned white shirt.
She craned her neck and finally saw his face. Roughly chiseled, he had a square jaw with high cheekbones, a slightly off-centered nose, and full lips pursed into a frown. She forced herself to meet his eyes, and her jaw dropped. The light gray eyes were almost opalescent against his dark lashes and black shoulder- length hair—eyes that pierced right thorough her.
“Every bloody year the tourists just get dumber,” he declared.
She clamped her mouth shut on a sharp retort and shook her head. “Gee, thanks for your concern. It’s not like I planned to fall off.” She started to push off the ground, but her right arm collapsed under her. Before she could fall back, the man reached her side and grabbed her good arm, pulling her to her feet.
“Well, lass. That was about the stupidest thing I’ve ever witnessed.”
Laurel jerked upwards at the low angry brogue. Stupid? She’d fallen off a horse, for crying out loud. It happens.
She peered into the dense fog trying to get a glimpse of the disembodied Scot. The thick mist swirled, thinned, and parted to reveal a pair of well- worn, brown riding boots with red cuffs at the top. Her eyes climbed higher, following the boots to a pair of large muscular thighs encased in dark-colored breeches. Her eyes continued upward, past the flat stomach, which led to a broad chest and shoulders covered in a mostly unbuttoned white shirt.
She craned her neck and finally saw his face. Roughly chiseled, he had a square jaw with high cheekbones, a slightly off-centered nose, and full lips pursed into a frown. She forced herself to meet his eyes, and her jaw dropped. The light gray eyes were almost opalescent against his dark lashes and black shoulder- length hair—eyes that pierced right thorough her.
“Every bloody year the tourists just get dumber,” he declared.
She clamped her mouth shut on a sharp retort and shook her head. “Gee, thanks for your concern. It’s not like I planned to fall off.” She started to push off the ground, but her right arm collapsed under her. Before she could fall back, the man reached her side and grabbed her good arm, pulling her to her feet.
Walking Through Fire will soon be available for preorder at your favorite ebook company, such as Amazon, iTunes, Bookstrand, etc. For a Trade paperback copy, it will be available at The Wild Rose Press store on the release date 11/14/14 to buy.
A huge shoutout to my editor, Amanda Barnett. Thank you for taking a chance on a first time novelist, and guiding me through this amazing experience. I love being a part of the garden. #TWRP.
