After a couple of months of rest, upping my exercise routine to include early morning walks with hubby and a couple of Yoga classes a week (also with hubby) I'm ready to tackle a few more tasks. We just finished painting my office and I'm rearranging (read, throwing out a ton of paper and culling my bookshelves) and getting reading to get down to business and write something besides a grocery list! Speaking of which, I need to start stocking up on candy for one of my favorite holidays.
I'm a sucker for both historical romance and paranormal romance and I couldn't resist blending the two. So, to help you get into the Halloween mood I'll give you a taste of my first historical/paranormal romance, I'LL BE SEEING YOU.
Blurb:
20th Century
historical romance with a paranormal twist…
Jack
Howland, part of an elite group of OSS special
agents can’t resist the pull of the moon or widowed USO hostess, Lulu Lane.
After the war, while chasing a Nazi war criminal, their paths cross again. Will
the truth about what Jack is send Lulu screaming into the night or back into
his arms?
Excerpt:
May 1944
USO Club, Los Angeles,
California
There
were girls in soft summer dresses, all pink and flowery, smiling and perfumed.
None of them would have turned down the handsome lieutenant. Why ask her?
She
placed a hand on his solid chest. “Did somebody put you up to this? Did you
lose a bet or something?”
He
loosened his grip and took a deep breath right before he slid her left hand to
his shoulder. When his fingers brushed over the third finger of her right hand,
and detected the evidence she was a widow, he uttered a harsh, whispered word
that might have been a vehement curse in another language.
“Or
something,” he said very clearly, his breath warm against her ear. “Have you
ever felt like you’ve lost your mind?”
“Daily.
What’s that got to do with you asking me to dance?”
“What’s
your name?”
“Lulu
Lane. What comes after Lieutenant?” she asked, trying not to get lost in the
sensation of being moved around the floor by a handsome man while people
stared.
“Jack.
Jack Howland,” he snapped, but then he snugged her tighter to his chest and his
hand drifted over her back as if he were soothing a wound.
“Asking
me to dance doesn’t seem to be making you very happy. Why did you?”
He
looked as if he were losing an argument only he knew about.
“I
leave in two days. I shouldn’t have spoken to you, let alone asked you to
dance, because no matter what I say, it’s not going to come out right.”
“It’s
not going to come out at all if you keep talking in riddles.”
He
looked surprised for a moment and she was gratified that she could at least
break through his maddening, mysterious behavior. “I’ve got forty-eight hours
left on a three-day pass and I want to spend it with you. Clear enough for
you?”
It
took a few moments for what he’d said to sink in, and even then she had trouble
believing him. This had to be some kind of a joke.
“You’re
smart, Howland; I’ll give you that. You picked out the only wallflower in the
bunch—”
“I
don’t want to scare you, Lulu, but you don’t fool me. I’m glad nobody else has
sense enough to see past the glasses and sensible shoes. You’re an open book
for the lucky somebody willing to peel back the cover.
“I’m
not looking for romance. I’m looking for forty-eight hours with someone who
looked back at me the same way I was looking at them.”
***Previously published as part of
the Entice Me anthology***
Approximately 14k words
Happy Reading!
Paris Brandon
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