Autumn is my favorite season of the year for several reasons:
The colors. All the reds and golds and oranges of the leaves turning colors are simply breathtaking. I live in North Texas, where only a few variety of trees actually change color in autumn. I’m surrounded by mountain cedars and live oaks, which stay green all year long. But those trees that do turn color are spectacular.
The cooler weather. Our summers are hot and humid. Most of us breathe a sigh of relief when the weather starts to turn cooler. Finally, we can walk outside without feeling as if we’re hit in the face with a wet washcloth!
Football. And no, those tight pants the players wear have nothing to do with why I love the sport. Okay, maybe a little.
Halloween and Thanksgiving and Christmas. (I know Christmas is technically a winter holiday, but don’t burst my bubble.) Those holidays mean fun for the kids, togetherness for family, lots of good food, and laughter. Who doesn’t love watching a child open a present on Christmas morning?
Autumn also means more time inside for reading. I love to curl up in my recliner with a cup of hot tea and an afghan thrown over my lap while I get lost in an author’s world.
I hope you’ll get lost in *my* world and enjoy one of my books. Here’s a little taste of “Worth the Wait”, from the Falling in Love boxed set, available today.
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Lindsay drew her bottom lip farther between her teeth when she saw Sam unlock the door to the storeroom. She glanced around the bar, searching for the other bartender. She didn’t see him, but she could hear what sounded like dishes being shifted and stacked in the kitchen.
She had no idea how long Sam would be in that storeroom. If she did something, it had to be now.
Don’t be a wimp, Lindsay. Go for it.
Lindsay sipped her Coke and took a deep breath. Grabbing her purse, she rose and strode to the storeroom.
She stepped into a room larger than she’d expected. Long and wide, shelves sat along all the walls and down the middle, holding boxes of liquor and glassware. She saw a door straight ahead of her that she assumed led to the kitchen, or perhaps opened for deliveries. She couldn’t see Sam, but she could hear bottles rattling.
Laying her purse on top of a case of bourbon, she pushed the door shut and flipped the deadbolt.
The rattling stopped. “Monte?” Sam called out.
Lindsay leaned back against the door, her hands behind her for support. “No, it isn’t Monte.”
Several seconds passed before he appeared at the end of the middle shelves.
Lindsay said nothing and neither did he. She watched his gaze slowly move over her from head to feet and back again. Her heart pounded as if she’d done an hour of hard exercise. Sweat formed on her palms while her mouth became dry. She waited for him to move closer, but he remained still.
The first move had to be hers.
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