As spring arrives, the season brings with it a sense of renewal and growth...
There's something nostalgic about small-town festivals. Every town has one, or two, that townsfolk can't wait to attend.
In my small town, we have a festival, the Feast of the Flowering Moon. Held on Memorial Day weekend, the event features Native American music, dancing, rows of crafters, exhibits, and demonstrations by mountain men and women showcasing their skills. It was created to celebrate the rich Native American heritage of the area.
As kids, my friends and I would gather on the streets where the festival was in full swing. If you've ever heard the term "cruising", well, we cruised the festival on foot. From start to finish, we'd hang out, meet old friends and new friends, and catch up on teenage drama. One of my favorite things was the lemonade shake-ups. Not dissing those delicious concoctions in any way, but they were a mix of fresh-squeezed lemons, sugar, and a bit of water, served ice cold because it was always scorching hot on the streets. Where can a person go wrong? And the food... there's nothing quite like eating everything in sight--more sugar--and not having a single thought for calorie intake. Those were the days!
Although becoming an adult brings about changes, the demonstrations, dancing, and music remain highlights for many. Finding myself back on the streets alongside a lively crowd, it feels a lot like stepping into a time machine and going back to the days of being a carefree kid, hanging out with friends, and simply being.
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He’s a protector. She’s anything but a damsel in distress. Together, they are fire on fire.
Mercy Sams is a career-focused ethical hacker with a five-year plan, but she has one weakness. Jag. He turns her logical brain into mush.
She made a little oopsy and ticked off the wrong person--only to end up nearly getting herself killed. Jag comes to the rescue, and they must face the history they have together.
She threatens to crack the code to his heart, while he struggles with internal demons.
Jag, a retired SEAL, is starting a new chapter in Shades Cove. He looks forward to a peaceful life working on a ranch and the security company his buddy started. When he takes feisty Mercy under his wing, the universe shows him no mercy. She has a hair stuck where it doesn’t belong, and Jag becomes the target of her distress. But then the connection becomes strong, and emotions begin to simmer.
It turns out that Shades Cove isn’t safe for Mercy. Danger finds her in the small town. Can Jag protect her? The journey from the ranch to the bedroom is paved with good intentions.
Revisit all the characters you love from Book 1, Shades of Steel.
There will be no mercy for Jag.
She was supposed to be focusing on what the men were saying, after all, it dealt with her. Yet, she had brain fog. Jag fog. She pressed her hand against her belly and tried to calm the butterflies there.
How was it possible that Jag looked better with age?
And that she could still want him when she hated him just as much?
It would be foolish to allow her fantasies to become reality for a second time.
Jag was not the man for her. He was nothing but an anti-committal, egotistical player.
The last thing she needed, or wanted, was a man who loved his job and nothing else. Hell, he is his job.
Yet, he was undeniably gorgeous. Sexy. And any time he was near, she wanted to peel away his layers and get to the good stuff.
She could want him for another thirteen years, and he’d still never give her the things she wanted from a man: stability and affection.
She wanted to be someone’s all.
“Mercy?”
She pulled herself out of her thoughts and narrowed her gaze to her brother. “What?”
“I said, do you agree to the terms?” he asked.
She wanted to be stubborn and demand that he take her home, but they were past that point. So, she gave a curt, “Sure.”
“Great. Don’t worry, Mateo. She’ll be fine. I’ll guard her with my life.” Jag said, meeting Mercy’s gaze for a mere fleeting moment.
How would this work? How could she be near him? She was a pathetic, crushing thirty-two-year-old. She didn’t want to make a fool of herself, but it always seemed like she made a fumbling mess when he looked at her with the most amazing green eyes.
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4 comments:
Congrats on the new release.
Thank you
Congrats on the new release! Enjoy the festival. We have one here, but it's too crowded. Plus the weather is usually useless (Rain, snow, wind) We stopped going years ago.
Hi Rhonda, we had a small-town festival in the little berg where I grew up. Your post brings back lots of great memories. Best of luck on your new release! :)
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