Secret Cravings Publishing Sweet Blog Hop!!
Posted by triciaandersen
Welcome to the Secret Cravings Publishing Sweet Blog Hop!!!
I love to write Sweet Romance and currently I have two out – both of which are part of the Black Irish series! Heartland (Black Irish #2) was just released Friday – and I’m very excited!
And – I am excited to announce that Black Irish is a Recommended Read with SSLY’s blog!
***I am giving away a copy of BOTH Black Irish and Heartland to one lucky commenter who answers the following question: The city on the Heartland cover is a real city. What city is it? HINT – the city is found in the excerpt on the Heartland buy page on Sweet Cravings Publishing website (click here to check it out!) I will draw for a winner Sunday evening!!***
From Black Irish:
Abbey couldn’t believe he was gay. She nearly ran away from her dreams of being a children’s book writer when she was introduced to her illustrator Sloan O’Riley, a dark, sensual Irishman with incredible blue eyes. He certainly couldn’t be good for Abbey’s relationship with her boyfriend back in Iowa. How could she stay in New York and work with the sinfully sexy Sloan even if he was gay? And when Sloan is threatened to be deported, how far would Abbey go to keep him in the US?
Sloan was forced to tell a little white lie. He had no choice. He couldn’t let the sweet, beautiful, Abbey Wright flee from his life – not without a chance to explore the sudden desire he felt for her. But what would Abbey do if she ever discovered the truth about Sloan’s sexuality – or learned the deeper, darker secret he’s been hiding?
And an excerpt from Heartland (Black Irish #2):
Mary scrambled down the huge, wooden staircase of her Victorian style home as she heard the doorbell ring. “I’m coming!” she called. She scooped her purse off the dining room table and slung it over her shoulder.
Mary scuttled across the floor to the front door. The house was way too big for one person. It had been too large for two when Abbey had lived there with her. But she loved its age—its leaded windows, its creaky wood floors, its carved moldings. Its beauty along with its proximity to Cornell College made the place perfect for her.
She flipped the lock of the old brass doorknob then turned around. Parked along the curb was a black Hummer limousine. It wasn’t a standard limo, plastered with obnoxious company logos and filled with dents and scrapes left by countless rowdy wedding parties or by high schoolers attending dances. The vehicle at Mary’s curb purred cool sophistication with chrome running boards and tinted windows.
The chauffer’s retreating figure stopped at the passenger-side rear door. He opened the door, waiting patiently for her.
Mary stared at the vehicle, stunned. “What the devil…”
The chauffer motioned to her. “Ma’am, we do need to leave. The plane will arrive shortly.”
Mary shook her head, confused, as she descended her porch steps and crossed her sidewalk. She accepted his hand to help her inside. She settled into the soft, beige leather seat as they pulled away from the curb.
The twenty-minute ride was amazingly short as Mary examined the interior of the limo. Finally, Mary fell back against the seat as she remembered her last trip to the airport as if it were yesterday. It had been to put her only baby girl on an airplane for New York City, so that she could chase her dreams.
That had been so long ago. Abbey had stopped calling. Mary had panicked. She had worried. She had been sure Abbey was dead. Now, several months later, Abbey was coming home with her new husband in tow, soon to be a mother herself.
Mary was shaken from her thoughts as she watched the main entrance sail by the window. She gingerly scooted from her seat to the other then knocked on the tinted glass window that separated the driver from the passenger compartment.
“Hey!” Mary called. “You missed the turn! You need to go back!”
The chauffer never acknowledged her. He did, however, turn at the next available road. Mary sighed in relief, thinking they were heading back.
Except the limo did not turn around. The kept trekking up the dark road, weaving between several large, metal-framed buildings. She caught a sign as they passed.
Nervous, Mary reached into her purse and dug through her things for a hair tie. She swept her graying auburn hair up in a ponytail. She knew it was a strange habit—to tie her hair up when she was panicked. Yet, she couldn’t remember a time she was more unsettled than she was now. Where the devil is this driver taking me?
The limo came to a slow stop at the final hanger. It bordered the mouth of one of the runways. Mary looked out each window, seeing the car surrounded by luxury airplanes of every shape and size. She slumped back against the seat as she watched the chauffer step out and stride into the open overhead door, leaving her alone.
Mary watched the planes land and take off as she trembled. I don’t understand any of this. Did I take the wrong car? What trouble am I in?
Minutes later, the man returned and opened her door, offering his hand to help her step out. Mary shifted her weight from one foot to the other then turned her attention back to him.
“I’m supposed to meet my children at the main airport terminal. What is the meaning of bringing me here?” she demanded.
“I just spoke to the tower,” he informed her. “The O’Riley’s plane is just landing now.”
“At the main airport.”
The driver swept his arm towards the runway, motioning for Mary to turn around. She stared as the plane’s wheels touched down on the pavement. As the aircraft decelerated, it coasted the maze of runways, slowly inching its approach. Mary’s breath caught in her throat as she read the corporate name newly emblazoned on its side.
My son-in-law owns his own plane?
A ground crew raced to the parked aircraft, towing a set of steps with them. Once the stairs were flush against the body, the door opened. Out stepped a young, blond man, tall with rippling muscles. Behind him bounced a small, pretty woman with black curls.
Mary gasped. The next to step from the plane was Abbey. Her hair was long and tied up in a ponytail. Right behind her was Sloan, with his towering stature and wavy black hair. He rested his hand on Abbey’s hip to guide her down the stairs.
Abbey’s eyes flew open wide at the sight of her mother. “Mom!” she exclaimed.
Mary ran to the base of the stairs as Abbey jogged past the young couple, the young man stepping aside, amused, to let her by. Abbey threw her arms around Mary’s neck, hugging her tight.
Mary gazed at her daughter. The Abbey she had sent to New York was fresh-faced and innocent. The Abbey standing before her had been betrayed, been hurt, been left to fend for herself. She also had been loved, been cared for, been cherished. She was truly a woman now.
“I am so happy to see you, sweetheart,” Mary breathed.
“I’m happy to see you too, Mom.”
Mary felt a large, powerful hand brush her shoulder. Another one brushed Abbey’s. Both women looked up to see Sloan standing beside them. Mary wrapped her arm around him and squeezed. “Hello again, son. It’s good to see you.”
“It’s good to see you too, Mom,” Sloan purred in his thick, Irish brogue.
Mary looked past them to watch those who had come from the plane. “I understand why you insisted I not come to get you in my Beetle. I couldn’t have fit the four of you in my car.”
Sloan laughed. “Yes, that’s why. And there are five of us.”
Mary stepped to the side to see whom Sloan was referring to behind him. Her heart skipped a beat as her eyes fell on a tall, built man with the warmest brown eyes she had ever seen. His salt and pepper hair was neatly trimmed. And for—she guessed, sixty years old—he clearly had a chiseled physique beneath his expensive, designer suit. The man stalked towards the three of them. “Sloan, there is no protection here—”
Sloan stopped him. “Gordon, I would like to introduce you to Mary, Abbey’s mother.”
Gordon stopped short. With a curious look, he took Mary’s hand and placed a tender kiss against it. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mary,” he crooned.
Mary giggled, and then realizing she did so, flushed with embarrassment. Sloan chuckled as he continued, “Mary, this is Gordon.”
“Nice to meet you, Gordon,” Mary squeaked. She took a deep breath to steady herself before addressing the young couple. “The house isn’t furnished yet, is it?”
“No,” Sloan answered. “I have rooms on hold at the motel in town until everyone finds a place of their own.”
“Nonsense,” Mary interjected. “I have two guest rooms, Abbey’s old room, and a couch. You all can stay with me.”
“Mary, it may be awhile,” Sloan objected. “We don’t want to impose…”
Mary’s hazel eyes flashed in warning. She heard Abbey fight back her giggles as he stared at her in surprise. No one must have shut down the great Sloan O’Riley in quite some time.
Slowly a grin crept across his face. “Very well. Thank you, Mom.”
“Good,” Mary agreed. “You two can have Abbey’s room.”
About triciaandersenI am the author and illustrator of the children's book "The Peculiar Princess". I am also the author of two adult fantasy romance novels, "The Sorceress of Savon" and "The Woodcutter King of Muladin". Along with being an author I am married to a wonderful guy and have three beautiful children. I coach youth track and field, sew and chase my children around to their various activities.
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