I have a new release coming very soon to Passion In Print titled, Dreams of Thunder.
I don't have the actual day of release or a cover, but I do know it will be happening sometime within the first two weeks of April.
I thought I'd give you a feel for the story....
This is my hero in the book.
This is the heroine.... (With the exception, my heroine has a large birthmark covering most of the left side of her face)
Dreams of Thunder is a Romantic Suspense novella.
Here's a quick excerpt to wet your appetite....
Nala plodded along the worn path, her attention drawn to a stranger across the way, undoubtedly a visitor from the wolf clan. Tan deerskin pants hugged his muscular thighs. Sheen of perspiration accentuated every ripple of a bare chest beneath a matching vest. Heat rushed to her face as her gaze met his and the corners of his mouth lifted in a knowing smile.
She quickly diverted her gaze to the ground, mortified he’d seen her looking at him that way. Never had a man affected her in this way.
Maybe Father doesn’t need to know everything. Nala summoned the courage to approach the stranger, only to find when she lifted her head he was no longer there.
Her heart sank. Did he see my face? Is that why he ran away?
Nala sighed wearily and sat on the grass, attempting to gather her thoughts. Did I really see him, or am I so desperate for love; I conjured up a dream man?
Walking toward her on the path she’d taken only moments ago. Embarrassed at the warmth that flooded her face, she hid behind a veil of her hair.
“Are you okay?”
Her fragile emotions gave way, making it impossible to stop the tears that had threatened to fall since the day began. Her shoulders trembled and she kept her face hidden.
The stranger left the path and made his way to sit on the grass, cross-legged, facing her. He took her hands in his. She felt no fear, only gentleness about this man she couldn’t resist, or want to resist.
“Sometimes it helps to talk. I might not have any answers, but I’m a good listener.”
Nala raised her head to face the stranger, feeling utterly mortified he’d caught her in such a state. She lowered her gaze and picked at the grass around her.
“Try something with me.” He stretched out on the grass. “Now you do it.”
He waited until she lay beside him.
“Sift your fingers through the grass on either side of you and concentrate on the warmth from the sun against your skin.”
The tone of his voice eased the pain in her heart.
“Take a deep breath. What do you smell?”
Nala paused. “Roasted venison from the cooking fires.” She spoke barely above a whisper.
“What else?”
She grew silent.
“Can you smell the Cherry blossoms? Their sweetness carries on the whispering wind coming off of the ocean.”
Nala inhaled deeply, filling her nose with the sweet scent.
“Run your tongue over your lips. Can you taste the salt from the ocean?”
The sound of his voice continued to soothe her, reminding her, a connection with nature always made her feel better.
“Do you feel any better?” He asked, propping himself up on one elbow.
“Actually yes, yes I do.” She shook her head at herself. “It is so easy to forget the gifts our Grandfather has bestowed upon us.”
“I’m happy I could help you remember.” He stood and brushed the grass from his pants.
Unnaturally tall for a native, an aura of sadness about him plucked at her heartstrings. His back bowed, like the weight of the world rest on his shoulders. Is her too an outcast amongst his people because of his differences?
“I really must be going; maybe I’ll see you later at the festivities?” He strolled across the grass to the beaten path.
She shrugged and got up on her knees. “Maybe,” she shielded her eyes from the blinding sun having to look up so high she couldn’t even make out the color of his eyes. “If not, I’ll see you tonight at the fire.”
His smile transformed his sallow complexion, as he continued on his way.
I never even got his name...
The stranger’s long strides put him too far away now to call out. One step of his made at least three of hers. Reluctantly she rose to her feet and resumed her walk along the path.
Nala stopped at a fork in the path, one way led to her teepee, the other to the gathering place where the women prepared for the big feast they’d have in just a couple of hours.
The tall stranger carried on in the opposite direction, not once looking back. She sighed wearily; all her strength suddenly left her body. Emotionally drained, she lumbered to her teepee and crawled inside to lie on a bed of soft animal skins.
After the feast there’d be a big fire to welcome the groom and his people from the Wolf Clan. Tomorrow after the marriage vows, Hope would leave their village to begin her life with her new husband.
I’m so happy for her, but oh how I wish it were me.
Adelle 'Legs' Laudan & Family