Friday, June 5, 2015
Summer's Family Affair by Cynthia Gail (VBB, guest post and GIVEAWAY) Goddess Fish Tours
It is my pleasure to have author Cynthia Gail here today. She was gracious enough to answer the question:
What would be your dream place to visit and why?
CG: I’m sure your intent was for me to narrow this down to at least a single country, but in truth my dream is to see the World. As much of it as I possibly can. I want to experience different cultures. Everything from local foods to customs and traditions; architecture, landmarks, and pieces of history. I want to drive on the left side of the road, visit off-the-beaten-path restaurants, pubs, and inns.
I would love to take an entire year and travel – rent a local apartment or cottage instead of staying in a touristy hotel, then find myself in a different city and/or country every three or four weeks. I want to see England, France, Italy, Scotland, Ireland, Switzerland, Germany, Russia, Australia, Africa, Norway, the Netherlands, and Canada.
I can’t imagine the sheer awe of seeing an ancient castle in real life rather than pictures in books. Or Michelangelo’s ceiling in the Sistine Chapel. To go on a safari and see wildlife outside of a zoo. To stand in the middle of Stonehenge or look out over Edinburgh from the top of Arthur’s Seat.
I can’t even say that my dream has anything to do with writing, although there’s no doubt my journey would find its way onto the pages of my manuscripts. I think one of the reasons I never liked history growing up is that everything was simply written on a page and words can’t do justice to real life. My dream is to experience the World.
Summer's Family Affair
by Cynthia Gail
Jenny Cohen defines successful independence: she put herself through college, couldn’t ask for better friends, owns a consulting firm, wears designer clothes, and just moved into her dream home . . . But she’s alone, except for her ailing mother whom she supports in a nursing home. As the marketing consultant for Chester, Dorsey & Tanner, she’s surrounded by male attention. Too bad it’s the overly-protective big-brother type.
Architect, Craig Stone, hasn’t looked at another woman since his wife passed away four years ago. His time is taken—building a career while trying to be both mother and father to his eight-year-old son. But when his appointment with the largest development firm in Nashville is double-booked with a black-haired beauty, he finds himself reaching for new possibilities.
The attraction sets off more fireworks than the Fourth of July. Yet, their relationship is riddled with issues neither one of them expected. Somewhere in the middle they must find a way to compromise or let go of a chance for love they may never find again.
“Ms. Cohen,” he said, “we still have a few more questions, if you don’t mind sitting back down.”
“I do mind, Detective. My car is totaled.” She pointed to her red BMW Z4 convertible, now an ugly pile of metal being loaded onto the back of a tow truck. “I’m tired and sore and I want to go home. If you have any more questions, I would be happy to meet you at your office on Monday morning.”
“Ms. Cohen, you don’t understand,” he said.
“No, you don’t understand. I’ve given my statement three times and I don’t know anything else. Now, is somebody going to give me a ride home or do I need to call a cab?”
“She’s finished, Detective.”
Jenny turned and saw Craig standing less than three feet behind her. He was wearing a black suit, royal-blue shirt, and matching necktie. What a sight for sore eyes . . .
“I can give you a ride home. Let me take your bag.” He held out his hand and she let him take it. “Come on. I think you’ve had enough.”
As bad as she felt and knew she looked, she couldn’t turn away his offer. She fumbled through her purse, found a business card, and handed it to the detective. “Call me on Monday if you need more information.”
She turned back to Craig, who now stood so close she caught a hint of his cologne and couldn’t help the shiver that ran up her spine. He pulled a card from his wallet and handed it to the officer. “If you call her before Monday, call Mr. Warner first. He would be happy to make arrangements for any meeting you can justify to his satisfaction.”
Suddenly, he lifted her into his arms.
“Craig! Please, put me down,” she shrieked, then tried to compose herself. “I can walk just fine. I know I look like a train wreck, but I’m really okay.” Okay if she only referred to injuries. Being cradled against him, she could feel the taut muscles of his chest and her heart almost stopped.
“Jenny, you have no shoes and the street is covered in broken glass and plastic. I’m not letting you walk across it with just socks on your feet.”
Resigned, she relaxed and laid her head on his shoulder. “Thank you,” she whispered into his neck and breathed in a lungful of deep musk.
“That’s better. My car isn’t far. I’ll have you home in just a few minutes.”
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
My husband and I live in the suburbs of Nashville, Tennessee with our three dogs. When I'm not working or writing, I can be found with family and friends. I love to bake in the winter, grill in the summer, and on occasion, I sneak away from everyone and curl up with a good book.
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Other Books in the series:
Winter's Magic Spring's Surprise
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