Good Morning Friends,
Can you believe it's Feburary already & the first week is over?!
Today's guest is fellow TWRP author, Emma Lai with her novel, His Ship Her Fantasy.
Writing keeps Emma sane. Her characters demand their stories be told and nag her incessantly until she complies. The characters are very insistent about her remaining faithful to their individual adventures. As a result, Emma writes a range of genres and levels of heat. She never knows what the next set of characters will demand! Find out more about Emma and her writing by visiting her website and/or blog.
Ellie Woods is in love…with a ship. When an argument with the ship results in a bump on the head, she finds herself in the strong arms of Alastair. But, who is he, and where did he come from?
Alastair has loved Ellie from afar for years, but duty has kept him from revealing himself to her. When a grave threat reveals his true identity, he hopes that Ellie will choose reality over fantasy.
Excerpt: She fought to stay aware by focusing her gaze on the intriguing cleft in her rescuer’s chin. After a few moments, she tried to tilt her head back to get a look at the rest of his face, but the action made her dizzy once again. She gave up with a sigh and relaxed against his firm, broad chest.
She shrugged. Chances were she would not recognize him anyway. Over two hundred people served on the ship. She knew the dozen or so engineers who worked the first and third rotations and maybe another dozen crewmates by sight, others who worked the same rotation and happened to eat their meals in solitary silence at the same time she did. She would guess from the fact that he had to ask her name that he was not any of those two dozen individuals.
Maybe she should not have told him her real name. At least that way, when he talked about finding a woman helpless in the bowels of the ship, no one would have known who it was. Yeah, right, whom was she trying to fool? She was the sole person assigned duty to this area during fourth rotation. Her breath caught, and she stiffened in his arms. Who was he, and what was he doing in a restricted area?
“Relax,” he said.
“Who are you?” She tried to sit up in his arms, determined to get a look at him and an answer to her question.
He lifted her higher in his arms, which wedged her head between his head and shoulder and prevented her from getting a good look at his face. “Alastair.” His warm breath fluttered against her forehead and cheek.
His Ship, Her Fantasy is available now from The Wild Rose Press.
Well Folks, that wraps up this edition of Saturday Spotlight. Tomorrow is Superbowl Sunday and for the first time in NFL history, the New Orleans Saints have made it in the game! Not sure how I feel about this. Of course I'm happy but that joy is tempered by sadness - You see, Terry and I used to sit and watch the Saints play ball every week during football season - we'd cheer and laugh and well, curse those darn players when they goofed off instead of playing ball! And now, the first year they actually make it to the biggest game of the year, he isn't here to watch with me. Who knows, maybe the've finally made it because he has a seat in the VIP box up in Heaven and his cheering finally reached the ears of One who could make a difference on the field of players. Nice thought anyway :-)
That's about all for now. Until later... take care, God Bless and remember....Sorrow may last for a night but joy comes in the morning. (Psalms 30:5)
Tempered Joy is available now in Ebook & Print. Read an excerpt here!