My novella, Snowbound with the Stork, will be featured in an upcoming anthology. Some of the other authors contributing stories will be Harlequin Escape author, MA Grant, and Harlequin Carina UK author Gina Rochelle.
Here’s an excerpt from Snowbound with the Stork. Enjoy and I hope you’ll purchase the anthology and leave a review.
Hadley Bishop set her phone and bottled water on a picnic table in front of the convenience store. A hundred yards away, cars and trucks zipped and zoomed along the highway like those migrating hummingbirds that darted around her feeders every fall. Not exactly fine dining. At least the January sun was warm on her hands as she peeled the banana she’d bought while paying for gas. So what if her healthy snack was a stalling tactic? She’d needed gas and making a phone call while stopped was safer. Especially this call.
She brushed a cigarette butt off the table. Yup, this was the closest the forlorn spot had come to an actual picnic. Going by the lipstick-stained filters scattered on the ground the store’s female employees used this spot for smoke breaks. Even the sprigs of grass that had forced their way through the hard Georgia clay were brown and stiff, as if they’d taken the easy way out and surrendered.
Picnic over too soon, she tossed the banana skin into the trash, polished off the water and dropped the empty bottle into a plastic bag to recycle later. Too bad she couldn’t recycle her dwindling courage until it was new, strong, repurposed.
With a heavy sigh, she picked up the phone, scrolled through her contacts and stopped when his name came up. Quinn Gallagher. She shivered from the dropping temperature. Not because of Quinn. It had nothing at all to do with him. The morning had begun unseasonably warm and she’d dressed accordingly. End of story.
Oh God, she didn’t want to do this. But she couldn’t chicken out, no matter the personal consequences. She swiped the call icon. Stupid conscience.