Good Morning,
If you're starting to falter in your Lenten practices, hang in there! Holy week begins with Palm Sunday this weekend. I must say, my commitment to more, quality time with the Lord has been amazing and I'm asking for your prayers to help me continue this appointment with HIM forever. I know life has a way of throwing curve balls in to our best laid plans, but this is one thing I hope to never let slide or become complacent with again.
Enough about me though!
Back in December I introduced you to Erin Stevenson when she shared her Christmas book with us. Since then, Erin has shared book 1 Plan B and 2 Home to You, of her St. Clair trilogy. Today she returns with book 3, Bait and Switch. Take it away Erin.....
Reagan St. Clair is on the run. Her reporter’s nose for news has landed her too close to something sinister, and she’s not safe.
Dane Corsica is a young,
successful DEA agent who’s charged himself with keeping Reagan safe. They need
a place to hide, and end up on the island of St. Jardin at a honeymoon resort,
but the pretense of posing as a newlywed couple is difficult for both of them.
A long-ago betrayal has caused Reagan to trust no one, and Dane has his own
reasons for guarding his heart.
Just as Dane experiences a
personal crisis, Reagan’s sister, Sara, arrives on St. Jardin, and is mistaken
for Reagan and kidnapped. Dane has to put his personal feelings aside to mount
a rescue effort.
The third and final installment in the St. Clair Family Series will entertain you and keep you on the edge of your seat until the final page.
Excerpt:
Reagan
St. Clair slipped into a chair on the back row and adjusted her designer
sunglasses on the bridge of her nose. Good. No one noticed her late
arrival.
She
smoothed the full skirt of her flowered halter sundress over her knees. The
dress, high wedge sandals, and the luxurious blond curls flowing from under her
oversized couture summer hat were so far from her usual look that surely, no
one would recognize her.
Reagan’s
right leg began to tremble. She clasped her hands tightly together and pressed
them against her knee, willing the shaking to stop.
I hate
weddings.
The image
of Paul in bed with her best friend still had the power to sear Reagan’s
memory, even ten years later. His and Reagan’s wedding was just a month away,
and everything had to be canceled, despite his pleading and begging for
exoneration.
Reagan
could forgive, but not for infidelity.
Her gaze
drifted over the small bridal party gathered in front of a rose-covered arch
and rested on her brother Landon, standing as best man for their younger
brother, Brandon. The St. Clair men cut fine figures in their tuxedos. Standing
at six foot four, they could pass for twins even though they were almost a year
apart in age. Their features were nearly identical, the only difference being
that Landon was blond and Brandon’s hair was dark brown.
There
looked to be less than a hundred people gathered for the small, intimate Sunday
afternoon wedding. From the back, Reagan recognized a few older relatives that
she hadn’t seen in years. She supposed the others in attendance were from the
bride’s family, or some of her and Brandon’s colleagues.
“Join
hands, please,” the minister said. Brandon turned to face his bride, Morgan,
and the look of pure love and joy on her brother’s face nearly broke through
Reagan’s façade. If anyone deserved happiness, it was Brandon. His first wife
of over a decade, Darla, had been tragically killed in an automobile accident
two years ago. Reagan hadn’t met Brandon’s bride yet, and hoped she didn’t have
to today.
Two
little blond girls in pink and lavender flowered dresses stood with them. They
had to be Brandon’s daughters, April and Shelbie. Reagan had seen them only
once, at their mother’s funeral. She recalled the maelstrom of emotions she
felt when meeting them for the first time: incredible sadness for their loss,
an unexpected overwhelming connection with them upon the realization that they
were her flesh and blood, and a complete lack of knowledge of how to interact
with such small children.
The early
afternoon sun beat down on the garden wedding, and Reagan was happy for her
ridiculous hat. She craned her neck to get a better view. Morgan was similar in
coloring to Darla, but tall and slender. Morgan and Brandon had met exactly a
year ago on Mother’s Day at a family event, yet another one Reagan had
missed.
She would
have missed this family event, too, if she didn’t need a place to hide. After
this current mess with her job was over, Reagan was going to do some serious
soul searching and figure out how to reconnect with her family.
Her leg
began to tremble again, and before she could reach for it, a man slipped into
the seat next to her. He wrapped his hand around hers and squeezed.
Dane. Her
unlikely comrade-in-arms, given their respective careers. Always there for her.
Reagan let out a breath and squeezed back.
“Breathe,
Reagan,” he whispered in her ear. “We’ll get through this.”
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Thank You so much, Erin for sharing your series with us. We wish you the best of luck and God's blessings in life and with your writing!
Hope you enjoyed the post, friends and that you'll check back weekly for Wednesday Words with Friends and Saturday Spotlight.
Until next time, take care and God bless.
PamT
8 comments:
Thank you for sharing. This sounds like a wonderful story. I too am a fan of the plain M&M. Dh insists on peanut. Best of luck. D
Hi Erin. I love pretend marriage--fake fiance stories. This sounds awesome. And I'd love to visit the setting on your cover.
Congrats on your continued series. Sounds like another fine novel.
Love the cover. Sounds like a fun read. Congrats and best wishes!
Just from reading the last lines of this excerpt, Dane sounds like a lovely hero!
This sounds like a great story! Thanks for sharing. Good luck with your new release!
I enjoyed the post! Dane sounds great!
The whole trilogy sounds like fun reading.
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