Rene, the artist, sent it to me in mid-December, but for some reason I didn’t get the email. I emailed her and Rhonda last night about my cover and she resent it to me today. It was worth the wait.
Here a little blurb of the story.
Mace left her two years ago.
Now he’s back.
Charlie’s gotten her life back together. The last thing she needs right now is this hard-headed man.
That’s an entirely different story.
And an excerpt:
“You never wanted to touch me before.”
“You’re wrong.” Before Mace could silence the words, he added, “I’ve always wanted you.”
“But you hate me.”
He needed to stop this now. He needed to force the conversation to different ground, safer ground. If she ever found out the true reason he’d left her two years ago, only weeks after his brother’s funeral, she’d never be able to forgive him.
“Tell me the truth,” a tentative hand landed on his arm. “I need to know that truth.”
No, the truth is the last thing you need.
He needed to change the subject—and quickly. The plane! “Pam was right.”
Charlene’s back went rigid at the female name.
“She told me and Billy you crashed the plane.” He ignored her astonished look and bent down to stare at the dented wing tip. “Looks like I’ve a mess to fix up here.”
Her temper flared. “No, Hamilton, I have a mess to fix not you.”
“You?” He was being unfair, and he knew it, but he needed to stop her tears. If she cried, he’d be lost. He hadn’t return to Kodiak after all this time just to get her to cry. He wanted her smile. Anger would do. “Yeah, right, like a woman can fix this,” placing his hand on the damaged wing, “good enough to fly it back to Kodiak.”
“Why you—” She smothered her harsh words. “I can’t talk to you now.” She glared at him before she turned and raced toward the safety of the clinic.
At least the hint of tears had left her eyes, replaced by more violent emotions.
Unfortunately, even filled with that McIntire exasperation, the woman affected him way too much.
A Betrayal of Friendship is out now at Whispers Publishing.