Well, we are leaving North Dakota heading to Minnesota for the last leg of our West Coast Vacation before going home. I've loved this so much I do believe I could do it full time! But enough about me.
Today's guest has visited before; on May 18 and June 13th so please welcome Judy Ann Davis back with her latest release, Four White Roses!
When widower Rich Redman returns to Pennsylvania with his young daughter to sell his deceased grandmother’s house, he discovers Grandmother Gertie’s final request was for him to find a missing relative and a stash of WWI jewels.
Torrie Larson, single mom, is trying to make her landscape center and flower arranging business succeed while attempting to save the lineage of a rare white rose brought from Austria in the 1900's.
Together, the rich Texas lawyer and poor landscape owner team up to rescue the last rose and fulfill a dead woman’s wishes. But in their search to discover answers to the mysteries plaguing them, will Rich and Torrie also discover love in each other’s arms? Or will a meddling ghost, a pompous banker, and an elusive stray cat get in their way?
EXCERPT
When
Torrie stepped up to grab the notes from Rich’s hand, he scooped her into his
arms and, without warning, planted a light kiss squarely in the center of her
forehead, oblivious to the dirt on her face from working at the landscape
center. Before she could react, he shoved the notes and phone in her hand, spun
her around, and nudged her toward the steps. “Now go pluck the local flowers
and bamboozle all those poor unsuspecting customers. I have work to do.” He
smiled an arresting smile.
“Bamboozle?”
She turned toward him and gave him a perplexed look. Seriously? Isn’t that a
word to better describe your
occupation, counselor?” Forcing herself to suppress a grin, she clambered down
the steps and called over her shoulder, “Don’t forget to feed the cat. Have
Lulu teach you.”
She
slid into the driver’s seat and tossed the phone and notes onto the passenger
seat. But before she could pull away from Gertie’s house, her phone rang. This
time it wasn’t her usual ringtone. Rich Redman had changed her tune from I
Love the Flower Girl to the
Yellow Rose of Texas.
“The
audacity of that man! What a blockhead,” she sputtered aloud. How dare he toy
with her ringtone? Her mother had suggested the 60’s song when she first
started floral arranging at the landscape center. She reached for the phone and
answered more sharply than she normally would, “What? What do you want now,
Richard Lee Redman? I’m driving. I can’t talk.”
There
was a pause on the other end of the phone, and Torrie hoped he wasn’t going to
say you—or his Friday outing
with her was going down the drain.
Instead,
he merely said in his low and sensual voice, “You know you have dirt on your
face, don’t you?”
Torrie
hung up on him.
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Judy Ann Davis began
her career in writing as a copy and continuity writer for radio and television
in Scranton, PA. She holds a degree in Journalism and Communications and has
written for industry and education throughout her career.
Over a dozen of her
short stories have appeared in various literary and small magazines and
anthologies, and have received numerous awards.
When Judy Ann is not
behind a computer, you can find her looking for anything humorous to make her
laugh or swinging a golf club where the chuckles are
few.
She is a member of
Pennwriters, Inc. and Romance Writers of America, and divides her time between
Central Pennsylvania and New Smyrna Beach, Florida.
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