Friday, October 30, 2015

VIKING WARRIOR RISING: Viking Warriors #1 by Asa Maria Bradley



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Immortal Vikings are among us

Leif Skarsganger and his elite band of immortal warriors have been charged to protect humanity from the evil Norse god Loki.

Under attack from Loki’s minions, Leif is shocked to encounter a dark-haired beauty who fights like a warrior herself. Wounded and feverish, the Viking kisses her, inadvertently triggering an ancient Norse bond. But when Naya Brisbane breaks away and disappears before the bond is completed, Leif’s warrior spirit goes berserk. If Leif doesn’t find her fast, he’s going to lose himself to permanent battle fury.

But Naya doesn’t want to be found...and he’ll do anything to find her. Because they’re both running out of time.






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Displaying AsaMariaBradleyHigh.jpgAsa Maria Bradley grew up in Sweden surrounded by archaeology and history steeped in Norse mythology, which inspired the immortal Viking and Valkyries in the Viking Warriors series. She came to the U.S. as a high school exchange student and liked it so much she never returned home. Asa holds an MFA in creative writing and an MS in Medical Physics. She lives on a lake deep in the pine forests of the Pacific Northwest with her British husband and a rescue dog of indeterminate breed. Visit her at www.AsaMariaBradley.com.


This November Asa Maria Bradley releases the first in her exciting new Viking Warriors series, Viking Warrior Rising! To celebrate, Asa’s here to play a game of Marry, Kiss, Kill with three names we provided. For this round we gave her Darryl Dixon, Rick Grimes, Nick Burkhardt.

I'll marry the Sheriff! I love Andrew Lincoln as Rick Grimes and he was adorable in Love Actually. Plus, in real life he has a very sexy British accent, just like my hubby.

Nick Burkhardt and I will have a grand time smooching between hunting monsters in Portland, but it will mean nothing as I'll always come back home to Rick. :-)
I've never been attracted to Darryl, but he's a master of the crossbow and his survival skills are amazing. I'll have to plan my kill well, because with Darryl I only get one chance. Plus, Rick really values him and I don't want to make him mad--he's my husband after all--so the killing of Darryl will have to be very clandestine. No blame can come back to me.


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Leif strode toward her, stopping a few paces away, concern on his face. “Are you okay?”
Yeah,” she croaked. The air between them crackled, making the hairs on her arms stand up. Was she the only one feeling this?
He took a step closer and cupped her cheek in his palm. “Are you sure? You look a little pale.”
She resisted the urge to rest her head in his hand. “No, I’m fine.” She took a step back.
He frowned.
We found one more bug in the game room.” Her voice sounded rough.
Ulf told me.” He stepped toward her, eyes blazing.
We’re working on the computers tomorrow,” she whispered, taking another step back. He crowded her. His body heat confused her, making her want impossible things. She cleared her throat. “It shouldn’t take us long to improve your firewall and install a few security checks.”
Leif watched her silently.
You want to sit down?” She gestured toward the arm chairs.
Sure,” he said, but didn’t move.
Naya had to step around him. Her skin sizzled when her arm accidently brushed against his. Relieved, she sank down in one of the blue chairs. A small table created a barrier between her and Leif. “So,” she said. “You were going to explain what makes you different from regular humans.”
He sat down in the empty chair, elbows on knees, studying his clasped hands. After a few moments he tilted his head and looked at her. “I’ll try to answer all of your questions, but some of this may sound a little crazy.”
I’ll keep an open mind.”
Leif’s eyes met hers. Whatever he saw in them seemed to satisfy him. “I died in 1050.” He paused, watching her reaction.
Naya kept her gasp from escaping and instead nodded encouragingly.
In the Norse culture, warriors who die in battle or die a heroic violent death are sent to live with the gods in Asgard. The men spend their time training in Valhalla with Odin. The women are schooled by Freya.”
Naya’s mind reeled. What he described didn’t seem possible, but he was so sincere. Obviously he believed his story to be true. “I thought there were only male warriors in the Nordic tradition.”
Most stories are based on the old Icelandic sagas. They describe Valkyries as leading the men to Valhalla.”
And that’s not the way it is?”
Leif smiled. “The sagas were all written by men long after the Viking age ended. They didn’t know what happened in Freya’s meadow and took some poetic license.”
So, typically male, instead of just saying ‘I don’t know,’ you make up shit instead.”
He smiled, his dimples stealing her breath. Again.
She looked away. “So, this place where the gods live, this is the Nordic heaven?”
Not exactly. It’s the warriors’ reward for dying an honorable death. They are allowed to live on, to fight again.” He studied his hands. “I don’t remember much of Valhalla. Time flows differently there. All my memories run together as if they happened the same week.”
She looked up to find him watching her. “I’m sorry, I’m trying to follow what you’re saying. But—”
It is a little crazy?” He smiled.
A little.” A lot.
Is it any crazier than being abducted and kept in a camp? Any crazier than enhancement injections?”
Touché.”


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Thursday, October 29, 2015

BAD TO THE BONE by Wendy Byrne Excerpt and Giveaway!


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That man was relentless. She threw off the covers, slipped into her robe, and stomped down the back stairs. Blowing an errant hair out of her eyes, she yanked open the door. “I overslept. Can you wait while I shower?”
He walked in, his hands resting on his hips. “Did somebody wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?”
She rolled her shoulders trying to unkink the tightness that had set in from hours and hours of tossing and turning. Her hair refused to behave, so she did the best she could by pushing it over to one side and resting it on her shoulder.
She peered at Enrique through hooded lids. Wasn’t it a crime to not only look positively gorgeous this early in the morning, but to be so happy, too? “Ooooooh, I’m so tired.”
“Stop whining.” Those gosh darn dimples appeared. “Besides, after Tony’s, I’m going to take you to Sloppy Joes. You know, the place Hemmingway made famous.”
Her eyes opened a little wider. “As in Ernest?”
“Is there another? Come on.”
“Wait a minute. Before I agree, I have a few questions and some stipulations.”
“I’m all ears.”
“This started out being a mission to find out more about what happened to Tony, and believe me, I appreciate you helping me out, but now with lunch…is this a date?”
He rubbed his fingers under his chin as if considering her question. “You and me alone, eating, talking, maybe even having a good time. Yeah, it might be a date.”
She tsked. “I told you I don’t want to go out with you.”
Okay, wrong answer.” He shook his head. “It’s not a date.”
“You’re only trying to appease me.”
“And your point?” His mischievous smile remained infectious.
Still, her head felt leaden from lack of sleep and Enrique’s grand plan wasn’t helping. It only made her thoughts more muddled. She walked to the sink, opened the bottle, and swallowed two aspirins.
She needed fortification. And a clear head. Spending time with him outside the bar was not a good idea. But there wasn’t a damn thing she could do to stop herself.
Instead, she sucked in a deep breath and laid out the ground rules. “Here’s the deal: no touching, no handholding, no flirting, no sexy talk, no dancing, and absolutely no kissy face.”
“No kissy face? Well, that might be a deal breaker.” He drew in an exaggerated breath as if weighing the possibilities. “You didn’t mention no sex did you? I might have you on a technicality.”




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 When her Uncle Jack is arrested on drug charges, Sammie Murphy hops the first plane to Key West. Being rescued isn’t on her uncle’s to-do list, though. When he admits guilt and instructs her to go home, Sammie knows with 100% certainty something is seriously wrong.
Veteran DEA agent Enrique Santos knows when a bust is solid. So why is he allowing Jack Murphy’s niece to mess with his head? He’s been set-up and nearly killed by a woman like her before, and he’s not about to make that mistake again.
But then things at Murphy’s bar take a turn for the dangerous, leaving Sammie entangled in Enrique’s dark past. Forced to second-guess his convictions, Enrique has no choice but to kidnap the one woman who could destroy everything...including his heart.

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Rising Storm: Episode 6 TAKE THE STORM by Rebecca Zanetti

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We are so excited to bring you the Release Day Launch for TAKE THE STORM by Rebecca Zanetti! TAKE THE STORM is Episode 6 in the Rising Storm Series brought to you by 1001 Dark Nights. Grab the latest episode in this sexy series now!



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Rising Storm Episode 6 (Oct. 29): Rebecca Zanetti’s Take the Storm

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 Welcome to Storm, Texas, where passion runs hot, desire runs deep, and secrets have the power to destroy...

Nestled among rolling hills and painted with vibrant wildflowers, the bucolic town of Storm, Texas, seems like nothing short of perfection.

But there are secrets beneath the facade. Dark secrets.  Powerful secrets. The kind that can destroy lives and tear families apart.  The kind that can cut through a town like a tempest, leaving jealousy and destruction in its wake, along with shattered hopes and broken dreams. All it takes is one little thing to shatter that polish.

Reading like an on-going drama in the tradition of classic day and night-time soap operas like Dallas, Dynasty, and All My Children, Rising Storm is full of scandal, deceit, romance, passion, and secrets.

With 1001 Dark Nights as the “producer,” Julie Kenner and Dee Davis use a television model with each week building on the last to create a storyline that fulfills the promise of a drama-filled soap opera. Joining Kenner and Davis in the “writer’s room” is an incredible group of New York Times bestselling authors such as Lexi Blake, Elisabeth Naughton, Larissa Ione, Rebecca Zanetti and Lisa Mondello who have brought their vision of Storm to life.

A serial soap opera containing eight episodes in season one, the season premiere of Rising Storm, TEMPEST RISING, debuted September 24th with each subsequent episode releasing consecutively this fall.

So get ready.  The storm is coming.



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About TAKE THE STORM: Episode 6 of the Rising Storm Series

Secrets, Sex and Scandals …

Welcome to Storm, Texas, where passion runs hot, desire runs deep, and secrets have the power to destroy…  Get ready.  The storm is coming.

Marisol Moreno has spent her youth taking care of her younger siblings. Now, with her sister, Ginny, in crisis, and her brother in the throes of his first real relationship, she doesn’t have time for anything else. Especially not the overtures of the incredibly compelling Patrick Murphy.


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Rising Storm Episode 1 (Sept. 24): Julie Kenner’s Tempest Rising

Rising Storm Episode 2 (Oct. 1): Lexi Blake’s White Lightning

Rising Storm Episode 3 (Oct. 8): Elisabeth Naughton’s Crosswinds

Rising Storm Episode 4 (Oct. 15): Jennifer Probst’s Dance in the Wind

Rising Storm Episode 5 (Oct. 22): Larissa Ione’s Calm Before the Storm

Rising Storm Episode 6 (Oct. 29): Rebecca Zanetti’s Take the Storm

Rising Storm Episode 7 (Nov. 5): Lisa Mondello’s Weather the Storm

Rising Storm Episode 8 (Nov. 12): Dee Davis’s Thunder Rolls







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New York Times Bestselling author Rebecca Zanetti is the author of over twenty-five dark paranormals, romantic suspense, and contemporary romances, and her books have appeared multiple times on the USA TodayNY TimesAmazonBarnes and Noble, and iBooksbestseller lists. She lives in the wilds of the Pacific Northwest with her own Alpha hero, two kids, a couple of dogs, a crazy cat…and a huge extended family. She believes strongly in luck, karma, and working her butt off…and she thinks one of the best things about being an author, unlike the lawyer she used to be, is that she can let the crazy out. Her current series are: The Scorpius Syndrome, The Dark Protectors, The Realm Enforcers, The Maverick Montana Cowboys, and the Sin Brothers series.






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Promo & Excerpt for Eva Leigh's FOREVER YOUR EARL & SCANDAL TAKES THE STAGE


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Forever Your Earl and Scandal Takes the StageThe Wicked Quills of London # 1 & 2
By: Eva Leigh
Avon Romance


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Publishing with Avon on September 29, 2015

Eleanor Hawke loves a good scandal. And readers of her successful gossip rag live for the exploits of her favorite subject: Daniel Balfour, the notorious Earl of Ashford. So when the earl himself marches into her office one day and invites her to experience his illicit pursuits firsthand, Eleanor is stunned. Gambling hells, phaeton races, masquerades…What more could a scandal writer want than a secret look into the life of this devilishly handsome rake?

Daniel has secrets and if The Hawk’s Eye gets wind of them, a man’s life could be at stake. And what better way to distract a gossip than by feeding her the scandal she desperately craves? But Daniel never expected the sharp mind and biting wit of the beautiful writer, and their desire for each other threatens even his best laid plans.

But when Eleanor learns the truth of his deception, Daniel will do anything to prove a romance between a commoner and an earl could really last forever. 

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Publishing with Avon on October 27, 2015

Successful playwright Maggie Delamere has no interest in the flirtations of noblemen like Cameron, Viscount Marwood. She once paid dearly for a moment of weakness… and vows to rebuff the wildly persistent-and irritatingly handsome-scoundrel at every turn. 

But when pressure to deliver a new play hampers her creativity, an invitation to use his country estate as a writer’s retreat is too tempting to resist...

For years, Cam has admired Maggie’s brilliant work and he can’t pass up the opportunity to discover if the beautiful, mysterious playwright is as passionate and clever as the words that flow from her quill. He’s never offered a lady his bed without being in it, but if it means loosening Maggie’s pen-and her inhibitions-he’ll do exactly that.

But soon Cam’s plans for seduction become a fight for Maggie’s heart. He’s more than the scandalous, carefree rake society believes him to be… and she’s the only woman who has ever noticed.


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FOREVER YOUR EARL
Chapter One
 
 
Though London presents itself to the world as the apotheosis of all that is moral and upstanding, it might shock our readers to learn that the appearance of virtue can be a very clever disguise.  It is the opinion of this humble periodical that wickedness and deception are far more common than our readers may apprehend. Thus the necessity of this most respectful scrap of writing—that we may, through the revelation of the scandalous activities of our Town, provide necessary guidance.  But leading a life of probity may be difficult, especially when presented with temptation…”
                                                            —from The Hawk’s Eye, May 2, 1816
 
London, 1816
 
A man rich in wealth and scandal walked into Eleanor Hawke's office.
Eleanor was no stranger to scandal. Anything immoral, disreputable, shocking, or titillating made its way into the pages of her newspaper—particularly if it involved the wealthy and elite of London Society.  She detailed all of it for her thrice weekly publication, The Hawk's Eye.  Nobody wanted to read about ordinary shopkeeper Mr. Jones who might or might not be spending time with the humdrum widow Mrs. Smith.
No, The Hawk's Eye sold strictly on the basis that it published the latest scandalous doings of Lord This and Lady That.  All, of course, under the pretense of decrying the lack of morals in this fair city, and that these lurid activities ought to serve as object lessons to the young and impressionable.
And it was Eleanor's job as owner and publisher to see to the moral education of London.
Which was utter rubbish, naturally. 
But scandal put bread on her table and kept the rain off her head, and she readily immersed herself in it—the spirit of free enterprise, and all that.
Still, when Daniel Balfour, the Earl of Ashford himself walked into the offices of The Hawk's Eye on a Wednesday afternoon, blocking the gray light as the door opened and closed, it was both shocking and inevitable that he should do so.  Unsurprisingly, he clenched several copies of her paper in his hand.
Lord Ashford marched through the cramped warren of rooms, writers' heads lifting from where they bent over their desks to watch in open-mouthed amazement as he passed.  Eleanor’s private office lay at the end of the corridor, giving her an ample view of the scene as it played out before her.
The earl stopped in front of Harry Welker's desk.  The young writer stared up at the Lord Ashford, the men separated not just by the expanse of battered oak, but circumstance and birth.
H…how might  I help you, my lord?” Harry asked, his voice cracking. 
Tell me where Mister E. Hawke is.”  Lord Ashford had a deep voice, rounded by generations of excellent breeding and noblesse oblige.
Mister Hawke, my lord?” patent confusion in his voice.
Lord Ashford pointed to one of the papers he carried. “It says here that The Hawk's Eye is owned and published by one E. Hawke.  Where will I find him?”
Nowhere, my lord,” Harry answered.  “There's no Mister Hawke here.”
The earl scowled, clearly not used to being denied.  “This scurrilous rag cannot publish itself.”
It doesn’t,” Eleanor announced, setting aside her quill and standing.  “If you're looking for Miss Eleanor Hawke, I’m right over here.”
Lord Ashford looked directly at her, and for the first time, she had a sense of what a rabbit might feel like when sited by a wolf.  But she wasn't the only one at a disadvantage.  The earl couldn't hide the shock in his expression when he discovered that the publisher and owner of the paper was, in truth, a woman—which gave her a small measure of gratification.
He turned from Harry without another word and walked straight toward her.  And she could only stand, pinned by his gaze, as he approached.
The closer he got, the more she realized how dangerous the earl was.  Perhaps not in the traditional sense—though she'd heard and written about the duels in which he'd fought and won—but certainly in the realm of masculine allure.  Her few times seeing him were from a distance: the theater, the races, at a public assembly.  She knew him by sight, but he didn’t know her, and they’d never met.  And in those instances her vision had been good enough to recognize that he was a fine specimen, well-formed, handsome—everything a rich and notorious nobleman should be.




SCANDAL TAKES THE STAGE
Chapter 1

Enter Phoebe, in country dress.
Phoebe: What a task I have set before me!
The Shattered Heart

London, 1816
 
The curtain at the Imperial Theater fell. The audience rose to its collective feet and applauded.
Standing in his theater box, adding his own applause, Cameron Chalton, Viscount of Marwood was filled with excitement. Much as Cam enjoyed the theater—he went practically every night, and often saw the same work over and over, enjoying it anew each time—half the pleasure came after the performances.
What say you, Marwood?” drawled Lord Eberhart, one of Cam’s companions for the evening. “Gaming at Donnegan’s? Shall we away to the rout at Lord Larkin’s? He’s brought in a whole bevy of beauties from France just for the occasion.”
Why choose?” Cam answered with a laugh. “The night’s in its infancy, and we can do anything at all.”
Good point.” Eberhart grinned. He wasn’t the brightest star in the firmament, but ever since Cam’s good friend Ashford had wed and settled into marital bliss, Cam couldn’t afford to be as selective with his company. Besides, Eberhart was always up for a night’s revelry. “Let’s go.”
Not yet,” Cam answered, watching the theater slowly empty.
The Imperial was smaller than the other popular theaters in London, with only three tiers for seats and boxes, plus a smaller pit and orchestra. Yet it wasn’t shabby. The proprietors kept its appearance well. Painted plaster friezes depicting scenes from mythology adorned the fronts of the boxes, and blue velvet curtains draped the sides and top of the stage. Gas lamps provided lighting.
The boxes now released their occupants like tropical birds flying free of their cages. In the pit, the younger, wilder set laughed and boasted, jostling one another, flirting, arguing. Orange girls and women of fast reputation circulated freely among the young men.
Cam’s status prevented him from sitting in the pit anymore, but he missed it. The energy, the rowdiness. Still, he couldn’t complain, not when he’d just watched a performance of a work written by the celebrated and mysterious Mrs. Delamere. Not when the evening opened up for him like an endless banquet. One he would sample to his heart’s content. But not quite at this moment.
Tell you what, Eberhart,” Cam continued, turning back to his companion. “I’ll meet you at Donnegan’s, then we’ll sally forth from there onto Larkin’s.”
Going to circulate?” Eberhart said with a grin.
This is my kingdom,” Cam replied with a wink. “I must inevitably tour my realm. Inspect its crops.”
Of actresses.” His friend leered.
Cam tilted his head in acknowledgment. “Merely a part of my dominion.”
Enjoy, Your Highness.” With a chuckle, Eberhart slipped from the box and out into the night. Once his friend had gone, Cam took one last minute to enjoy the theater’s house as patrons continued to leisurely make their way. The thrills from the performance still resonated in Cam’s body, palpable as electricity crackling along his veins. Though he’d seen this particular work several times, it never lost its excitement—the soaring highs and resounding lows that came from watching characters’ love and loss. He especially loved how the heroine thoroughly humiliated the aristocratic villain before gaining her tragic vengeance against him.


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EVA LEIGH is the pen name of a RITA® Award-nominated romance author who writes novels chock-full of smart women and sexy men. She enjoys baking, Tweeting about boots, and listening to music from the ‘80s. Eva and her husband live in Central California.






Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Spotlight Tour: FOREVER AND ALWAYS: Cactus Creek Cowboys #3 by Leigh Greenwoos


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Pub date: November 3rd, 2015
ISBN: 9781402284526
From USA Today Bestselling Author Leigh Greenwood comes a historical Western romance filled with gritty cowboy heroes, strong-willed heroines, and a whole lot of heart in the Wild West.

HE KNOWS SHE CAN NEVER BE HIS...
Logan Holstock, oldest of three brothers orphaned on the Santa Fe Trail, has always been content knowing his brothers were alive and happy somewhere in the vast and brutal West—until he learns he may be dying. Certain he has little time left, Logan sets out to find them and end his days near a family he’s never known...and stumbles across a strong yet vulnerable widow who makes him yearn for what can never be his.

Logan knows he shouldn’t love Sibyl Spencer—he couldn’t bear leaving her a widow all over again. But as he finds himself drawn deeper into the lives of this small Western town, he can’t escape the longing to find peace in her arms. When he discovers that his death sentence is anything but, Logan swears he will do whatever it takes to prove himself to the woman he loves...and show he believes their love is worth fighting for.

Leigh Greenwood is the USA Today bestselling author of the popular Seven Brides, Cowboys, and Night Riders series. The proud father of three grown children, Leigh resides in Charlotte, North Carolina. He never intended to be a writer, but he found it hard to ignore the people in his head, and the only way to get them out was to write. Visit him at www.leigh-greenwood.com.

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This November marks the release of Forever and Always, the final book in Leigh Greenwood’s Cactus Creek Cowboys trilogy. To celebrate, we’re sharing an excerpt from the book!

“What are you doing here?” he asked.
“I was hoping to catch you before you left.”
“Why?”
“To tell you not to come in to work tomorrow. The swelling seems to have gone down a little, but you aren’t looking very strong.”
Something inside him gave way. It was a moment before he realized it was his resolve to keep his distance from this woman who obviously cared for him a great deal. He was sure she believed the swelling had gone down because she wanted it so badly. Knowing that removed the final barrier, and he reached out to take Sibyl’s hands. It was almost too much for his self-control when he received an answering squeeze.
“How could I have been so lucky to find someone to care as much as you and Kitty?”
“We wouldn’t care so much if you weren’t so wonderful.”
The sincerity in her voice was his undoing. Any shred of restraint vanished. Before he knew what he was doing, his arms were around Sibyl, and he was kissing her with an ardor all the more intense for having been denied so long. When he realized she was responding just as eagerly, it was nearly too much. Still, he fought to keep control. It almost wouldn’t matter if he dropped dead afterward. He would have had this one moment of indescribable happiness.
Finally, Sibyl broke the kiss. “You’ve got to take better care of yourself. You may not care what happens to you, but I care very much. Now before I say something I can’t retract, I’m going back inside.” She kissed him again—quickly this time—then turned and almost ran back around the corner of the house.
Logan was unable to move for several moments. His life had taken a turn so abrupt that it had thrown him off balance. Did Sibyl love him as much as he loved her? It seemed impossible that could be true. Still, she had responded to his kiss and kissed him again. Surely she wouldn’t have done that out of mere sympathy. The euphoria started to wear off, leaving him feeling week and shaken. Needing to sit for a few minutes, he walked over to the steps and sank down. Trusty approached and whined softly.
“I’m not going to fade out on you yet,” he told the dog. “In fact, once I get my strength back, I’m going to do everything I can to live. I might even see that doctor. I never knew holding a woman in my arms could make me feel like I’ve been half asleep for my whole life.”


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