Readers, please help me welcome Mackenzie Lucas to the blog. Mackenzie, just for fun,
is the first curse word that comes to mind?How often and why do you use it?
too many of them come to mind and they roll off my tongue and off my fingertips
when I’m writing probably way more than they should. But cursing is called colorful
language for a reason and it certainly adds depth and nuances to a character. I
use “damn” a lot when I write.
would you spend ten thousand bucks?
pay off my cars, because I hate having a monthly car payment.
are 5 things within touching distance?
computer. My coffee. My iPod. A pen. A notebook.
you have a crush on anyone?
have lots of crushes--mostly surrounding my “type”--which is a guy who looks a
lot like my husband … and Tom Cruise … and Gerard Butler. Usually a guy with
brown or dark hair and hazel or brown eyes. Yep. I’ve got lots of crushes. You
only have to look at my “Hero Material” pins on Pinterest to see. Oh, baby.
is your least favorite word?
Anything worth having is worth fighting for and working for. No matter how
hard. So when people say, “I quit” or “I give up” it makes me sad. Every day is
a new day to push forward to try again to achieve whatever goal and dream
you’ve been pushing your whole life to reach. Don’t ever give up!
All right! Readers, I'll be checking out that Pinterest page as soon as possible. Now let's have a blurb and excerpt
Haven Jameson ever wanted was to own a little piece of paradise. Now, she does,
having established a successful luxury spa in St. Augustine, Florida. But when
the property next door is sold to a mega developer and his pro-golf celebrity
brother who design trendy, bustling playgrounds for the rich and famous, she
fears her dream could slip away. Confronted by her late husband’s infidelity,
Haven learns everything she believed about her marriage was a lie; so she
finally sets aside her grief and opens her heart to loving the widowed
pro-golfer who is her biggest professional competition. In the end, Haven
discovers that living a safe, loveless life is far worse than embracing passion
and taking a chance on a man who’s vowed never to love again. And that,
sometimes, no matter how high the risk, the best paradise of all can be found
inside our own hearts.
Pace Daniels lay on his belly on a massage table, naked
except for a thin sheet covering his backside. He rested his cheek on his hands
and closed his eyes, and breathed in the calming scent of the room.
Light music played from the overhead speakers, not too loud,
but nice. It sounded like a mix of music from India and the Southwest—Burma to
Santa Fe. Pan flutes and bowl singing. Interesting.
He breathed deep again, taking air deep into his lungs, and
pushed through the pain in his shoulder, the achiness that seemed to stick with
him no matter what he did.
It was time to retire. Leave the circuit.
He'd known for a while now. Hell, he was a fairly young man
for his profession. But one mistake. One stupid mistake had cost him
everything. And now at the age of almost forty, he was facing a blank future.
Filled with a lot of nothing if he didn't make some changes soon.
He had no idea what to expect when he'd come to Essence. A
pretty brunette had given him instructions today for the massage, showed him
the transition room—a fancy name for a locker room—and where to store his
clothes and belongings. Of course, he'd had massages before. Mostly by sports
Essence surprised him. Pleasantly. The atmosphere was
different than he’d imagined. He'd expected fru fru and had been bowled over at
every turn. The place wasn't just a female Mecca, as he’d feared. He'd
anticipated salon chairs and manicurists around every corner.
Instead, the spa resort was a posh hotel.
A serene place. A spot he could see himself settling into to
find some measure of peace in his own life.
He let out a deep sigh.
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