Welcome to Beyond the Book. Today we'll continue with out excerpts from Purple Heart, my Wild Rose Press release.
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Blurb:
Jenna West has no idea what she might have done to her new tenant Mike Hightower. He's surly and hateful every single time they meet, and he looks at her as though he despises her.
He does despise her. She's from the Middle East, and people like her killed his friend Ramirez when the army sent them to Iraq.
Will the power of love work its magic to soften Mike's bitter hatred, or will he ignore his growing attraction for his pretty landlady?
Last Week:
Mike copied the phone number, and put it in his pocket. “Thanks again, Stan. I really do appreciate it.”
“You’re welcome. I’ll see you on Monday.”
They shook hands, and Mike went back to the receptionist’s desk to sign out. “Will you be working for Taylor-Lord, Mr. Hightower?”
“Yes, I start on Monday.”
“Good. I’m Carol Burch, by the way.”
“Nice to meet you, Ms. Burch.”
She smiled sweetly, and looked into his eyes. “Oh, call me Carol, Mike.”
“You’re welcome. I’ll see you on Monday.”
They shook hands, and Mike went back to the receptionist’s desk to sign out. “Will you be working for Taylor-Lord, Mr. Hightower?”
“Yes, I start on Monday.”
“Good. I’m Carol Burch, by the way.”
“Nice to meet you, Ms. Burch.”
She smiled sweetly, and looked into his eyes. “Oh, call me Carol, Mike.”
This week: Mike leaves the factory and gets ready to call Jenna West.
Mike walked out into the spring sunshine with a prayer of gratitude in his heart. He had a new job, and a prospect for a new home. Since he didn’t have a cell phone yet, he decided to stop at Martha’s Diner to use the pay phone. While he was there, he could also get some lunch.
During his stint in the army, he had literally dreamed of those burgers. He didn’t know what Martha did to them, but they tasted wonderful.
He easily found a parking place and guessed that most people must be at work. The traffic wasn’t bad at all. The diner still looked like a greasy spoon. The windows needed washing, and many of the booths had been repaired with black duct tape. He’d have bet the floor didn’t get swept until the end of the day.
He easily found a parking place and guessed that most people must be at work. The traffic wasn’t bad at all. The diner still looked like a greasy spoon. The windows needed washing, and many of the booths had been repaired with black duct tape. He’d have bet the floor didn’t get swept until the end of the day.
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