Well Friends Christmas is getting closer by the minute and what better way to prepare than with another Christmas book to share with you!
LoRee Peery is another longtime friend and fellow PBG author and today we're spotlighting her brand new release which is part of PBG's
Christmas Extravaganza.
A Nebraska country girl, LoRee Peery attempts to see God’s presence every day. Often that gift comes from nature. The call of a cardinal draws her to look for the distinctive flash of crimson. A meadowlark’s melody always transports her to the farm where she grew up. A rainbow holds special significance, since one appeared arched over her father’s grave the day of his funeral. She received that sign as a promise of the Lord’s presence in her life. LoRee clings to I John 5:4 and prays her family, especially her 11 grandchildren, see that faith. Find out more about LoRee by visiting her website, on FaceBook or find her on Amazon.
Dahlia Delisi has poured her life into her store, The Blue
Dahlia. Once, her faith was strong, and
her life was on a different course. But
when Sloan Letheby left town, Dahlia drifted from God.
Sloan Letheby has been transformed. His brush with death
brought new meaning to his faith in God, and he needs to right old wrongs. However, there's a murder plot in the way of
his reunion with Dahlia. Can he find a
killer before it's too late? And can Dahlia
accept him...and God, back into her life?
Excerpt:
The
recent activity wiped out Dahlia, and time slowed. Surprisingly, she
dozed most of the way back to Lincoln. On the
street that housed her duplex, she
roused from her lethargy.
Sloan
cupped her shoulder, and she sat straight. “I’ll let you know tomorrow if we’ve had any kind of break. Hopefully, this
will all be over. Remember to
thank the Lord that Ken is going to be fine.”
“Are you sure you don’t think I’m a wimp, the
way you’re telling me to take it easy? My little snooze is probably the only rest I’ll get until
Christmas. Counting down the days, and Christmas
Eve is always the busiest day
other than Black Friday. For some reason guys put off that special
gift purchase to the last minute. Not that I’m
complaining.” She’d forgotten to
leave Ken’s bracelet gift for Carrie. It remained in her
purse.
She unlatched her belt and reached for the door handle.
“Wait. I’ll come around.” He did more than open
her pickup door. He pulled her to his side, tucked her against him, and walked
her up the drive.
She
sighed, relished the familiarity.
Being so near to Sloan erased the years. Dahlia
gave no thought to resting her head on his shoulder, falling into an old pattern.
Ever so gently, he shifted his stance so they
faced one another. The
icicle
Christmas lights dripping from the eaves added a golden reflection
to his eyes. “I won’t apologize. I can’t resist.”
“What
for?”
“Shhh,”
he said, sliding a finger across her lips.
He bent forward and replaced his finger with
his lips, grazing her cheek with his face. His nose felt cold, but his lips shot
fire through her.
Dare she give in? She was too tired to allow
her mind influence over the temptation of responding to his touch. This was Sloan
after all whose touch and feel at
one time were almost an extension of her own body. She got into the kiss. Within a nanosecond, hands were
in motion. His and hers, roaming
over arms, shoulders, backs, waists, as though their limbs held memory in the muscles. She skimmed her right hand
over the ridge of ribs, firmness
of body beneath layers, until her fingers reached his nape.
She cupped the base of his skull, where the
indented seven-shaped scar registered through her fingertips. Her traveling
fingers rose higher and rolled his
warm stocking cap into a heap.
He moaned, and pulled them out of the upsurge
of heat. “We’ve both wanted this since we laid eyes on each other again.”
She swerved to the side, her world atilt, and
bent to retrieve his cap.
He took it from her grasp and balled it into
his own fist. Then he picked up her hand with his free one, and lifted her wrist
for his caress.
She closed her eyes, marveled that such a
minute touch at her pulse held enough force to set her senses on fire. But she didn’t have time for all that in her life.
She pulled out of his arms. “Thanks for taking
me to see Ken today. I need to get
inside, and ready for tomorrow.”
His arms dropped to his sides, and he swayed a
bit. So he felt shaken as well. “Dream of me tonight, Dahlia. And trust. Ken
will be safe. The Lord will work
out all the details.”
“There you go again. I’m used to working out my
own details.”
Well friends, I hope you enjoyed this spotlight. Don't forget, the Holly Jolly Blog Hop is still going on so follow the blogs listed below for more Christmas memories, stories, and cheer!
Until later...take care, God Bless and remember....Happiness is only a thought away
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