Wednesday, April 19, 2017

5 Days Till Last Stop At Paradise...Plus enter to WIN a Kindle Fire

I can feel the clock ticking, and I’m getting so excited. Last Stop At Paradise will be officially release in just FIVE DAYS! I really can’t wait for you to read this tale.

Pre-ordered yet? No time like the present!


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If you’ve read the first two Shellwater Key Tales, you should remember the hero in this one. Noah Johnson has the distinction of appearing in EVERY Shellwater Key book (including the companion book to Left Turn At Paradise (Coming Home To Paradise) and the two Christmas novellas). Now, it’s his turn to be the “leading man”. Noah has always been in the background, dispensing advice and wisdom. For all his willingness to help everyone, Noah has always been a bit of an enigma. Who is he really? What caused him to wander like a vagabond for so long? Why won’t he talk about his past? This story finally tells his tale, and I dare you not to cry when it is finally revealed.

Noah turned out to be super sexy and the perfect foil poor, wounded Callie. She needed someone with strength, but also gentleness. Someone could handle all of her ghosts.

Here’s a little excerpt where Callie and Noah meet. Callie has joined her children swimming at their new house (her childhood home).

Since it had been so long since Callie had gotten any exercise, it wasn’t long before she became winded. Breathing heavily, she swam over to the shallow end. She’d just settled on the top step when the gate opened and a man walked through.
Startled, Callie jumped to her feet, ready to defend her children from the intruder.
He halted mid-stride, his eyes widening in surprise. “Hello.”
Through the fog of panic, Callie finally took notice of the bucket of chlorine in his hand. She also noticed he was gorgeous. He was probably mid-thirties. Tall, broad shoulders, and hair that was a mixture of light brown and honey, with strands of blond woven in. Callie couldn’t see his eyes behind his sunglasses, but somehow knew they would be amazing. A hunch that was confirmed when he slid the dark lenses down the bridge of his nose.
Not green, not brown, not gold, but a mix of colors like his hair. Penetrating eyes that seemed to look right into her soul.
“You must be the super-secret owner of this house,” he said.
His gaze lowered, and Callie suddenly remembered she wore only a bra and underwear. Letting out a shriek, she sank back into the water up to her chin.
“What are you doing here?” she demanded from her admittedly awkward position. “Who are you?”
“I help out with the pool service,” he said. “We thought you’d be moving in tomorrow, so the owner wanted me to swing by this morning to get everything ready.”
“We got here a little early,” Callie said, keenly aware of how much skin he must be seeing. It wasn’t like the water was murky. “Don’t you know how to knock?”
“Sorry, there hasn’t been anyone living here since I’ve been cleaning the pool. I’m used to walking right on in.” A grin pulled at his lips. “Not that I’m complaining.”
When he smiled, he transformed from handsome to devastating. That teasing gesture pulled at something deep within her. A long-buried part that remembered what it was like to desire someone and be desired in return.
Get a grip, Callie Dalton. You’ve obviously lost your mind.