Here's a teaser...a short excerpt from my newly released romantic suspense from Red Rose Publishing. DESTINY'S MOUNTAIN will thrill you to no end. Here's the buy link: http://bit.ly/a4NOHE
Book Blurb, first:
In a quirky college town surrounded by the mountains of New Hampshire new art history professor, Jacob Oliver, hikes a trail on a crisp September morning. He contemplates his life. Divorced and forced out of his job with the Boston Police due to a horrific accident, he spots a naked woman beneath a majestic waterfall. Escaping, he falls and reinjures his knee.
Destiny Blake hears a noise. Someone is on her mountain. She finds a handsome man sitting in the mud. Love blooms and lust consumes them after she helps him to the safety of her cabin. Soon, assumptions pull them apart, leaving her vulnerable to the unwanted attentions of other men.
When Jacob decides he cannot live without her, he must save her from a madman who chases her up her mountain through the cold, snowy darkness of a November night. Ghostly voices push Jacob onward, and urge Destiny to fight back. Pain, hypothermia, and death threaten before the sun rises. Can Destiny and Jacob make it off Destiny's mountain...alive?
With no possibility of heading back down the main trail, since that maniac probably followed close behind, she focused on an image of a trail map in her head. He was somewhere between her and safety, but other trails curled around the mountain. Darkness urged her to stay on the one trail she knew best. Had she veered off onto a smaller trail? Once daylight arrived, she could escape another way. The man chasing her was athletic, but he wasn’t as fast or he would have caught her by now. Besides, the moose hadn’t smelled him, which proved he lagged behind.
Where was Jacob? She could really use his company right about now. What was he doing at his moment when she needed him? Was he home asleep in his bed? If so, she hoped he slept alone.
He never called her or just stopped by. He ignored her at the dining hall and rarely said a word when they met in town. Still, that time he came upon her in the drugstore brought a warm rush of desire to heat her from the inside out. He’d been about to suggest something before Josie turned up and ruined everything.
Shivering, and on the verge of tears, she knew she had to take control of her own destiny. I have to save myself. The blackness of these woods proved both a curse and a comfort. If I can’t see my stalker coming, then the jerk can’t see me.
Holding her breath, she cocked her head and listened to the dark. Again, she heard the crackling sound of snapping twigs amid something shuffling through dead leaves.
A light blanket of crunchy snow coated the trail, which added to the bitter cold of a moonless sky. At least a partial moon would have given her a chance to see the man who was coming her way. She knew this time he was the one making the sounds. Her only advantage over her hunter was that she knew this mountain better. Every twist and turn, every rock and gorge was imprinted in her brain. This was her home, not his.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
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