Happy Weekend Lovelies!
It’s time for Sneak Peek Sunday again (well, you know me, Sneak Peek Sunday Late on Saturday, whatever). But first, I have to show you what my parents got me for a present. Mr. Laurence, 9yr old, 14yr old and I have been visiting Grandma and Grandpa, and even though they were a little unsure about the whole Romance Writer thing at first, Grandma has read the book (and liked it!), and Grandpa is at least on board, if not a reader yet.
It’s a canvas with my book cover screened onto it. Isn’t it great! My goal now is to have an entire wall full of these babies, including one that says “New York Times Bestseller.” And you are the most important part of the whole thing. Tell me what you think, what you like, what you want to see more of, and I’ll do my best to write it for you. In the meantime, here’s a special excerpt from LOVE, LIES, AND BRITISH SPIES:
He swallowed hard. “You are the love of my life Eva Martin, no matter how far apart we are, no matter if we’re married or not, speaking or not. You can be with one hundred other men; you can live with them, have their children, and grow old with them. You can walk out of this café and not see me again for forty years. It won’t matter. I will still love you. I will always love you and only you.”
Her blue eyes locked with his green, and he saw the tears start to well up, but then her nostrils flared, and she jerked her face out of his grasp, blinking rapidly and taking a deep breath. “We need to get down to business, Owen,” she replied, her voice husky and faint. “We’ve got one day to decide how we’re going to stop this shipment, and we can’t blow it.”
Owen’s heart skipped a beat and he leaned back in his seat. For six months he’d held on to the tiny scrap of hope that if he could see her, if they could talk, it would all be fixed. But, he had to face facts now. It really was over. She didn’t love him anymore, and he wasn’t going to be able to get her back. He needed to accept it and move on as best he could.