Book Blurb from September's Song
Ivey London was told her military husband died
on a mission overseas. She buried him as a war hero and tried to move on with
her life by raising their young son, dealing with her vengeful brother, and
coping with her mother’s Alzheimer’s. Five years go by and one day she learns
of a secret underground chamber were special soldiers are imprisoned to
recover. Further, one amnesiac soldier managed to escape. When her son begins
to display unusual behaviors, she goes to investigate. All evidence points to
finding her late husband. If it is him, back from the dead, Ivey refuses to
give him up again.
Keegan London awoke in a hospital cell with no
memories. Fleeing, he finds himself in a strange, unknown world, with no one to
turn to. Until he finds a friendly Priest who runs a homeless shelter and he
stumbles across the woman who claims to be his wife. While she can fill some
gaps in his lost memories, she cannot explain his curious abilities. Pursued by
someone determined to get him back, Keegan has few options but to trust the
woman who makes his heart fire like a cannon. Ivey has dibs on him, but first
they have to uncover who—and what--Keegan really is before they can recover
what they had.
EXCERPT
“No, that’s okay. I can do this by
myself.” She spun around, blinking. Picking up the paring knife again, she
began peeling. She gasped as his arms gently encircled her waist and his breath
fanned her bare neck. His lips nuzzled her ear and she closed her eyes. His
hand took the knife from her fingers and she leaned into his touch.
“Keegan,” his name came out in
a throaty rumble as her eyes slid closed.
“I don’t know what we used to
do, Ivey, but I can tell you miss it bad. I’m willing to try and be your
husband again, if you’ll help me.”
Hot tears stung her eyes. She swallowed
hard. “So many times you said I was unforgettable. I…I guess--.”
The comment died unfinished, and his
fingers reached down and caressed her back. Electric jolts shivered along her
spine.
“Don’t push me away, Ivey. Let
me be in each part of your life.”
Her breath hitched. This should
be easy. Just tell him how they used to cook, what his favorite foods were,
what they shared, how they made wonderful love. And miraculously all his
memories will reappear. Except it hadn’t worked yet.
From the distant reaches of her
mind, Ivey heard the phone ringing. Before she could pull herself away from the
counter, it stopped. Assuming Jory answered it, the whole episode passed from
her mind. Right now, Keegan took all her focus.
His fingertips trailed lazily
up and down her back, igniting tiny fires in their wake.
“Keegan….I….” Words failed her.
Heart beating frantically like a wild bird locked in a cage, her mind
surrendered.
He gently turned her around,
cupping her chin and tilting her up. Drawing a husky breath, he lowered his
lips to hers, winding his fingers in the tangle of her hair. Her arms moved to
encircle his waist, slipping under his shirt to feel the raised scars and
corded muscles. A guttural moan escaped her.
Finally, having lost all
concept of time, she pulled apart. Noble, he would not go further with a woman
he did not remember making love to. She might respect his intention and
restraint, but the unmet need was also killing her. Pulling in a shaky breath,
she ended the kiss, stepping away and picking up the paring knife again.
She ran her tongue over her
lips, more to steady herself, and rested one hand on the counter for balance. “I
can work on this if you want to go see what Jory and Mom are doing.”
Keegan stiffened, hesitated and
studied her. For a chilling moment, she hoped he ignored her request and lifted
her bodily to carry her away to the bedroom. Then a darkness entered his eyes,
a sadness that cut into her chest.
“Yes. Of course.” Spinning, he
exited, leaving her alone with the ghosts of what had been.
Damn, damn, damn.
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More About the Author
Ryan
Jo Summers writes romances that blur the lines of subgenres. She mixes
contemporary with time travel, Christian, suspense, sweet, and paranormal like
blending a fruit and yogurt smoothie. Her non-fiction works have appeared in
numerous trade journals and magazines including ‘WNC Woman Magazine’, ‘Critter Magazine’, ‘Journey Devotions’, and ‘Vet Tech Journal’. She is a regular
contributing author for the ‘Asheville
Pet Gazette’.
Her
hobbies include baking, crafts, gardening, enjoying nature, and
chess/mah-jongg/word-find puzzles. She pet sits/dog walks when she’s not busy
writing and she fosters homeless pets for area animal rescues. She
lives in a century-old cottage in North Carolina with her own menagerie of
rescued pets and way too many houseplants. “September’s
Song” is her second self-published work, the first one being the chronicles
of the first two years with her adopted PTSD rescue collie. Connect with her here:
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