Ah, summer…swimming, beaches, vacations, romance. I don’t know about you, but I’m a sucker for a great romance and during my summer vacation I love to explore all sorts of lovin’. Sometimes I get to read them (like books from Teri Riggs, Lia Davis and L.A. Iding– just to name a few from this week) and often I get to write them.
I’m a teacher, which takes a lot of concentration during the school year so I use my summer vacations to get a huge amount of writing done. Sometimes it works great and I get 2 or 3 novellas written. Other times it doesn’t work out so well. This summer, though, is off to a great start.
Since the last day of school, I’ve been able to spend a good chunk of time visiting friends and family. I’ve turned in one novella, I’m almost ready to submit another, and then I’ll be working to finish yet another story. I’ve walked beaches, indulged in too much seafood, watched unbelievable amounts of soccer (Yay World Cup!), and read a lot more (David Baldacci, Toni Morrison, and Jill Shalvis to name a few). Sadly, I haven’t had a summer romance of my own….yet. But I’m an eternal optimist and maybe my knight in dented armor is on his way into my world as you read this! (I’ll keep you updated!)
What about you? What’s your favorite summer activity? Have you had a summer romance that has made an unforgettable impact on your life? Leave a comment and you’ll be in the running for a copy of a book from my back list!
Alexa Bourne is a teacher by day and a romantic suspense writer by nights, weekends, and all school holidays. She also teaches online classes for writers throughout the year. She is thrilled to have the chance to share her stories with readers everywhere.
When she’s not concocting sinister plots and steamy love scenes or traveling and exploring new cultures, Alexa spends her time reading, watching brainless TV and thinking about exercising. She loves to interact with readers, so visit her web page, hang out at her blog, follow her on Twitter or drop her a note at Alexa@alexabourne.com!
After six months in the city, Mary MacDougall returns to the Scottish Highlands to finalize her divorce. Because of a past tragedy, she doubts her husband Jamie can possibly love her with the same unbridled passion as before and insists ending the marriage is best for both of them. But Jamie has other ideas….
Jamie MacDougall has no intention of letting his bonnie lass go. At least not without a fight. Aye, they’ve suffered heartache, and she may be ready to call it quits, but herefuses to throw away the partnership they’ve built since they were children. Instead, he’ll remind her they were meant to be together, forever.
Can this marriage survive pride and grief to allow love to carry them home?
“What do you want, Jamie?” She’d not get caught up in his soulful amber eyes. No, she would not.
“You’ve had your bit of fun, but I want you to come home.” He tilted his head to one side and drifted his fingertips along her bare arm.
She yanked away. “I’ve come to get my papers from you, to say good-bye to those I love, and to move on with my life.” She stepped around him and continued down the path to the center of Glenhalish. “I’ll be at the Kierlain House until Sunday. Please bring the forms and leave them with the front office.”
“I don’t have them.” He nearly shouted with glee. “I tossed them out.”
“I thought you might say that.” Smiling on the heels of another small victory, she fished through her handbag and pulled out another copy of the divorce papers. She’d come armed with a half-dozen copies just in case he chose to be difficult. She strode back to him with her chin held high and slapped the papers against his chest. “Here.”
Jamie stared at the lass’s fine arse strutting away from him. Her hair had been cut, straightened and the summer dress with the flowery print accentuated all the curves he’d fallen for so many years ago, the curves he knew so intimately. And those heels, for the love of St. Bridget, Mary hadn’t worn high heels like that since she left school. They’d brought her closer to his height, yet she still only reached his shoulders.
She’d left Glenhalish in January, a cold, distant housewife, and come back this alluring woman. For a moment, panic set inside his gut. He’d intended to convince her to come home so they could face their grief and move on together, but seeing how much happier, sexier, and sophisticated she was, perhaps Edinburgh was good for her, better than he could be.
But he wanted her back, wanted to get through this rough patch they’d strayed onto after the lad’s death, and return to the partnership they’d shared since primary school. They had too many years left. She couldn’t leave him. He wouldn’t survive without her.
The lass may have plans to leave him forever, but Jamie MacDougall wouldn’t give her up without a fight.