Blurb:
Rebuilding
her life was never in Elizabeth Davidson’s plans, but things rarely go
according to plan. At least she had Massey, TX to call home when she needed a
place to tuck herself away from one mistake after another. What she hadn’t
planned on was becoming embroiled in the middle of a multi-agency case. Or
becoming one of the victims.
Frank
Carver, Jr. loves Massey, TX. It’s the place of his birth, and will always be
the place he considers home. Because of the nature of his job, and the people
he’s come across during the years, he’s always been careful to never lead that
danger back home. But when danger finds its way into the very heart of his
town, he has no other choice but to return. Especially when Elizabeth, the only
woman he could ever love ends up with a target on her back.
Excerpt:
“I’m
sure that there is a woman out there that would take you, that wants you.” She
did. God help Eli, but she wanted him desperately. She wanted him to be in her
life, she wanted to have him, but was too afraid to tell him. “One day, she’s
going to walk into your life and you will put the job behind you and stay
around. I just know it.”
His
gaze clashed with hers, and held. For long moments, it felt like he was peeling
away the layers, seeing farther than anyone ever should. “Oh, of that I’m quite
sure,” he said. “But she’ll have to wait a little longer. I have one, maybe two
more very important things I need to attend to before she’ll have my full
attention. If she’s even ready for it, of course.”
Eli
felt her heart fall, but she nodded, plastered on a fake smile, and pulled her
hand back from him. So he already knew who it was that he wanted. Of course he
did. He was an amazing man and would of course already know who he wanted to be
with. “I’m sure that she would be ready. She will wait for you. You are worth
it, Frank.” She would wait forever for him, and that was just plain sad. Right,
so since he knew who he wanted, that meant she really did need to get on with
her life. “Finish eating,” she said simply, and picked up her chicken leg.
He
didn’t look away, though, his gaze steady on her long enough to start to
unnerve her. Then, shockingly, his lips curled into the smallest of grins. “She
doesn’t even have the faintest clue, but she will,” he said. “Eventually,
she’ll clue into the fact that I know exactly how she feels and will get with
the program, I’m sure.” He finally looked away from her, and returned his
attention to his plate.
Whoever
it was, well, she was a very lucky woman indeed. She turned her focus back to
her food and took her time eating. She had to admit, the food really was very
good. It was better than she had anticipated, so that was good at least.
“You’re
awfully quiet,” he said a time later. His plate was cleaned of everything but
the chicken bones. “Something on your mind, Eli?” Frank was leaning back in his
seat, his legs stretched out under the table, his entire posture extremely
relaxed.
“Just
trying to think of who this woman is that you have a thing for,” she blurted
out, blushing as she realized that she really had said that aloud. “So, apple
pie. You want some and ice cream? I have plain vanilla to go with the pie.
Works better that way, I think.”
One
of his eyebrows went up, and if she wasn’t completely mistaken, he appeared to
be fighting a grin. “Never liked ice cream on my pie, dilutes the flavors, to
my way of thinking. So I’ll just have a piece straight up, if you don’t mind.
Any thoughts on who this mystery woman might be?”
“Not
the first clue,” she admitted, and stood. “Will you clear the plates? I will
get the pie if you will do that, please.” She would box up the leftovers and
ensure that Frank was able to take that out to the guys. “So just plain apple
pie, I can do that.”
His
heat was the first thing she felt along her spine. He put his hands on the
counter on either side of her, effectively trapping her. “Think on it for a
while, Eli. I’m sure you can figure it out. You’re a wonderfully brilliant
woman, after all. I’ll even give you a clue if you think it will help.”
“I
think I might need it.” She turned so she could look up at him. She had no idea
who it was that he might have a thing for. Her hand braced on Frank’s chest and
she bit her lower lip. “Tell me?” She wanted to know who it was that he was
talking about. She wanted to be able to hate that woman.
“All
right,” he said. Tipping his head slightly, he appeared to think for a moment.
“She’s amazing, fierce in her own way, and pretty much thinks she’s the last
person on the planet who would garner attention from me. And as a bonus clue…”
He looked her dead in the eye again. “She’s the only person who I’d climb over
my family to get to.” Tapping the end of her nose, he turned and went to the
table to begin gathering up the dishes and food.
She just looked at him. She couldn’t stop staring. She was missing
something and felt incredibly stupid at that moment. “Me?” She gasped finally,
realizing exactly who he was talking about. “Frank.” She moved and reached out
to grab his arm. “Are you talking about me?”
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Author Bio:
Having been a lover of the written word all her life April has always wanted to expand her horizons and write something that could be shared with the world. Only one thing held April back, the fact that the letters and numbers mixed and jumbled more often than not. Diagnosed with Dyslexia when she was eight years old April had to work her butt off just to be able to keep up with the other kids in reading and writing, so her love for fictional writing was tossed to the wayside for the moment.
Time marched on, as it always does, and she forgot her childhood dream of becoming an author and instead focused on what she had to - creating a career for herself.
As the endless waves of time passed the shores became less rocky and more sandy, a place where she could find an even foot. That and Microsoft invented Word. Halleluja.
This is where April began her journey into the written world, the world that her imagination had been ceaselessly creating for her entire adult life.
Now she has been given a chance to let her literary wings unfold and fly, thanks to her amazing publishers.
Now its time to let the dream take flight and watch it soar!
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