Thanks,
Melissa, for offering me this opportunity to talk about my latest release, Saved by the Salsa, just out yesterday.
This blog article was a different experience for me, examining a particular
scene in the book in-depth. I hope your readers think I picked a particularly
compelling scene and will be enticed to read more.
Publisher:
The Wild Rose Press
Date
Published: August 8, 2014
Genre:
Contemporary Romance
Word
Count: 82,300
Junior
architect Lacey Rogers welcomes the opportunity to work with Jack Dalton, the
firm’s golden boy, that is, until her hormones can’t resist his charm and
spectacular looks. How can she keep her mind on their design project when her
most potent designs are on him?
Jack
Dalton has always worked alone. Now he’s got a partner. Is he losing his touch?
Is that why he hasn’t been named principal yet? To make matters worse, he can’t
take his eyes off the petite piece of fluff. If he can’t find some way to cool
his jets, he won’t be able to keep his hands off her either.
But
on the dance floor, their mutual resistance melts as their bodies meet in the
vibes of the Salsa. Can the dance keep them collaborating after the music
ends?
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“J-J-Jack!”
Her voice came in a hoarse whisper. “Don’t move!”
“Huh?
Can’t hear you.” What was up? Had she stumbled across one of those ground
creatures after all?
“Lose
the notepad and start backing up the hill as nonchalantly and quickly as you
can.”
“But—”
“Do
as I say, okay? We’re not alone. Hurry!”
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“What
do you mean not a—” Over his shoulder, he saw what she meant. A scruffy-looking
bull stood no more than thirty feet away, pawing the ground. The animal didn’t
look the least bit happy to have company. Jack tried to swallow and nearly
choked, his heart hammered so furiously. Where had the beast come from? He must
have been hidden behind the trees on the other side of the hill.
“Don’t
look directly at him!” Lacey commanded in a lowered tone. “Go!”
Warned
not to, he resisted a powerful urge to stare down the animal. But he couldn’t
get his feet to budge, no matter how much he willed them to. “I-I-I can’t
move,” he hissed. How much longer before the bull decided to rush? Couldn’t be
long. “Get out of here, Lacey. I’ll distract him for you.”
“I
won’t leave you!”
“Do
it!”
“But—”
“Now!”
She
backed up the hill a few steps at a time. He waited until she reached the crest
and disappeared down the way they’d come. Then he began his own retreat. Bulls
weren’t typically part of the knowledge base of townies like him. Did you stare
down the beast or pretend it didn’t exist?
The
debate came to an abrupt halt when the bull snorted, stopped his pawing and
raised his enormous head. When he saw Jack, he snorted again.
Jack
continued backpedaling up the grassy slope, keeping the bull in sight without
looking him directly in the eye. As Jack arrived at the top of the hill, he
chanced a glimpse of the other side to check Lacey’s position. She’d reached
the bottom and was making her way to the fence.
Time
to make his escape. Could he outrun a bull? No time like the present to find
out. Adrenaline he didn’t know he possessed shot through him, propelling him
down the slope. He sprinted like he was back on the high school track team,
stumbling a few times, but staying erect. He didn’t dare look back until he’d
almost caught up with Lacey.
His
flight wasn’t in vain. The bull was cutting the distance between them with each
leap. “Go faster, Lacey,” he shouted. With the bull in pursuit, whispering was
superfluous.
She
jerked her head around. In doing so, she missed her footing and tripped. She
went flying, landing face down, arms akimbo.
No
time to spare. He caught up with her, swooped down, picked her up and flung her
over his shoulder like a rag doll. Picking up his pace, he made the distance to
the fence in four strides. He hoisted her over and out of danger.
The author explains what's happening in the scene:
