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Blurb
Ben McTavish is besotted when he sees a vixen
in striped leggings own a cringe-worthy moment and turn it into a hilarious
bit. He can’t stop thinking about her even though he puts his foot in his mouth
every time he tries to get to know her. Ben would love to spend some time with
this woman who has captivated him, but he needs to get his farm established
before the bank takes back the land.
Excerpt
True
to his word, Ben was at my door right before eight in the morning. I was
running a little late because I was struggling to focus. My emotions were a
tumble, and while I was unable to deny my excitement at seeing him despite the fact
he was Saint McT and I was a hot mess, I was still trying to bury the events of
Friday night. Images of Frank would pop up, and I questioned my decision to do
nothing. But the system wasn’t fair. I needed to move on. I had just started to
get my life back, to feel like I belonged, and after being alone for so long, I
simply couldn’t go back. It wasn’t right, but I couldn’t see any other option.
“Do
we have time for coffee?” he asked as I got into his truck.
“Of
course,” I said trying not to turn into mush as I took him in. He was dressed
casually again, and while I missed the suit I’d caught a glimpse of, his navy
woolen jumper and fitted, faded jeans had my mouth watering.
“Great,”
he said and drove us straight to the bakery. While we ordered coffees, every
local in the place stared at us. Their gazes sharpened when Ben put his hand on
the small of my back as we walked out. I wanted to tell them all he was just
being Saint McT, but it was hard to concentrate because my body came alive at
his touch and I was within smelling distance. Yes. That’s right. The pastries
held no sway now. I was all about Ben and his sexy, fresh soap smell. This trip
was going to be a nightmare. Would it be easier or harder on the back of his
bike?
“Do
you not ride your bike often?” I found myself asking, trying not to sound
hopeful.
“Not
as often as I’d like. I didn’t think you’d appreciate it in that skirt,” he
said grinning wickedly at me. I blushed.
“Have
you ever been on one?”
“No
way, my mother forbade them.”
“Well,
anytime you want a ride…” he trailed off and I laughed, blushing.
Author bio and links
As
a girl growing up in Australia, Laura was lost in the world of Anne of Green
Gables and Little Women. During high school, volleyball dominated her life.
There had to be something positive about being 6’1” with red hair. Representing
Australia from a young age she eventually took a scholarship at the University
of Iowa. Living in America and being a full time athlete in a college town was
an eye-opening experience and lots of fun (from what she can remember).
#gohawkeyes
Returning
from the States, her career took a different turn as she started working at the
Red Cross and completed her Masters of Law in Human Rights. As one of the few
non-lawyers in the class, her essays were far more floral than the rest,
something that caused the discerning professors to shake their heads. Through
working and studying, she realised there are other ways to win hearts and
minds.
While
she’s spent the last 14 years as an advocate against poverty and homelessness,
the desire to change the world through storytelling has only got stronger. She
now lives in the Alpine Valleys of North East Victoria, Australia with her
husband, daughter, son, two dogs and seven chooks. When she’s not doing the
whole mum thing, working at a homelessness agency, renovating her farmhouse, or
trying to do laundry bleary-eyed at midnight, she is writing.
Say
G’day to Laura:
Website:
www.lsimpsonauthor.com
Facebook:
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Twitter:
@lsimpsonauthor
Instagram: @lsimpsonauthor
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