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I have a little Valentine's Day gift just for you--a free e-copy of my novella, The Whisper of Time. All you need do is go to SMASHWORDS and paste in the promo code BH77V
An Excerpt from The Whisper of Time
The kiss was flight, the kind of kiss that had magic I hadn’t known existed. Or maybe it was the kind of kiss I had known long before and had all but forgotten, like the scent of roses once they’re no longer in bloom.
We came apart, the kiss still fluttering in the air between us, but muted now and then it plunged with a heavy thought. Kyle. What was I going to do about Kyle? I had married him in the Wedding Chapel at Caesar’s Palace, canned Elvis singing “Love me Tender.” I was still married to him. I wanted Kyle to be someone different. I wanted him to be Slate. Slate, who I seemed to have travelled back in time to find. Slate, whose violet blue eyes were watching me with such intensity it made my heart hurt.
“I need…” I began, not able to put words to my feelings. “It’s a lot to take in. I’m not sure how to move forward from here. And yet I have this sense I belong here, with you.”
“Maybe it is,” Slate said. “Where you belong.”
The kiss was flight, the kind of kiss that had magic I hadn’t known existed. Or maybe it was the kind of kiss I had known long before and had all but forgotten, like the scent of roses once they’re no longer in bloom.
We came apart, the kiss still fluttering in the air between us, but muted now and then it plunged with a heavy thought. Kyle. What was I going to do about Kyle? I had married him in the Wedding Chapel at Caesar’s Palace, canned Elvis singing “Love me Tender.” I was still married to him. I wanted Kyle to be someone different. I wanted him to be Slate. Slate, who I seemed to have travelled back in time to find. Slate, whose violet blue eyes were watching me with such intensity it made my heart hurt.
“I need…” I began, not able to put words to my feelings. “It’s a lot to take in. I’m not sure how to move forward from here. And yet I have this sense I belong here, with you.”
“Maybe it is,” Slate said. “Where you belong.”
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