5 July 2015

Sunday Snippets--Here's another snip from Leah in Love (and trouble) Beneath Southern Skies Book 3


Beneath Southern Skies- Contemporary Romance set in Australia.  All three books in the series are on sale all through July. Just 99c each


Violet Amelia Connor, known to all as Leah, is a landscape designer who inherited her love of gardening from the eccentric aunt she lives with. Leah is contracted to work on the garden of Private Investigator Sean Russel and unwittingly becomes embroiled in the handsome PI’s cases. A series of unpleasant experiences land her in real trouble where she is kidnapped, bashed, bound and altogether becomes a party to such mayhem she is forced to wonder how she ever got mixed up in this mess. But her indomitable spirit, obstinate nature, and incurable sense of humor enable her to override all obstacles. And of course there is her overwhelming attraction for Sean Russel that started it all.


“Oh, I see. I guess a lawyer has to look clean-shaven and spick and span.”

“Lawyer?” Now his look clearly said I’d lost my marbles. “And what in heaven’s name is spick and span?”

“Haven’t you heard that expression? It means neat and tidy. I have an English aunt who uses phrases like that all the time.” Some not as clean. Aunt Eliza knew more swear words than any laborer.

“Oh, I see.” I don’t think he did for he still looked puzzled as he turned and strode away. Nice butt. In fact there wasn’t a lot about him that wasn’t good to look at. Shame about his grouchy disposition.

I glanced towards the gate in time to see the disreputable bloke hurry away. Should I tell Russel there was a weird man loitering about? Nah, perhaps the skinny creature liked the look of me, or just had nothing better to do with his time. I came across a lot of peculiar characters in my line of work—and most were honest.

When it was time to pack up for the day I looked towards the house. I don’t usually tell my clients I’m going so don’t know why I was even contemplating telling Russel. “In you get, Josh.” I shut the truck door after him and turned about. Sean Russel didn’t answer my first ring of the bell. I was about to turn and go when he opened the door.

“Yes?” He now wore a maroon chunky sweater. He looked hunkier than ever. My mouth began to water. And I felt very untidy in my dirt-stained jeans. At least my sweater, which I’d just donned over my work shirt, was clean, if not exactly elegant.

“Can I use your bathroom, please?” What on earth possessed me to ask that? I was desperate to see inside his house and that was the only excuse that sprang to mind.

He looked disconcerted, but opened the door wider. “It’s along there.” His finger pointed to the back of the hallway, so I trotted off over the highly polished wooden floor. The walls held an array of fine watercolors and through a door that was ajar I could just see a light beige leather four-seater sofa and masses of packed bookshelves. I like to read and was rather partial to men who loved books.

While I washed my grubby hands I contemplated how I could wangle my way to see the rest of the house. This might be the only chance I got. He didn’t seem to find me as fascinating as I found him. In fact, he seemed indifferent to me so I might as well grab the bull by the horns and have a look round now rather than expect an invitation in later.

I was drying my mitts and making a face at my reflection when I heard raised voices. Then it sounded like a scuffle. Good lord, what was happening?

".... Set in the gorgeous Mornington Peninsula of Australia, this suspenseful romance has it all - kidnappings, movie stars, car chases, past crimes, murders and improbable escapes! Yet, Trish McGill's witty dialogue and writing it from Leah's viewpoint with her quick caustic remarks carries it off very well. Eleanor Roosevelt once noted that women, like tea, only become stronger when placed in hot water and that certainly is the case for Leah! So, make up a brew, sit back and enjoy the ride!” Audrey Lawrence The Romance Studio

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28 June 2015

Here's another Sunday Snippet from Leah in Love (and trouble) Beneath Southern Skies Book 3

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Beneath Southern Skies- Contemporary Romance set in Australia
Book 3-Leah in Love (and trouble)
Book 2--A Dream for Lani
Book 1-Lonely Pride 
Violet Amelia Connor, known to all as Leah, is a landscape designer who inherited her love of gardening from the eccentric aunt she lives with. Leah is contracted to work on the garden of Private Investigator Sean Russel and unwittingly becomes embroiled in the handsome PI’s cases. A series of unpleasant experiences land her in real trouble where she is kidnapped, bashed, bound and altogether becomes a party to such mayhem she is forced to wonder how she ever got mixed up in this mess. But her indomitable spirit, obstinate nature, and incurable sense of humor enable her to override all obstacles. And of course there is her overwhelming attraction for Sean Russel that started it all.
Previously published as Shrinking Violet this book was a finalist in the Romance Writers of Australia’s Romantic Book of The Year in 2006.

Russel lay where he’d dropped, and I crawled over to him. He looked unconscious. Lord, what now? I patted his cheek and he groaned.

I ran to the kitchen. It was lovely—good grief, what was I doing admiring his copper pots and pans and timber cupboards? I found a bowl in a cupboard and filled it with water and grabbed a small cloth from the draining board.

He was still groaning when I got back. “How are you?” What a stupid bloody question. Why do we ask such inane things at times like this?

“Just bloody wonderful,” he grumbled through his split lip. Who could blame him for being pissed off?

“You look it.” I dabbed at his split lip with the damp cloth and he flinched. “I’m sorry.” I did what I could with the cloth, which wasn’t much, but at least it stemmed the small flow of blood that had come from his mouth. “You’re going to have a lovely shiner.”

Wasn’t that the truth? The area around his left eye was already turning black and blue. “I didn’t think lawyers got beaten up by thugs. What did you do, lose a case for them?”

“I haven’t a clue where you got the idea I’m a lawyer,” he mumbled as he tried to rise. He groaned louder as he got onto his elbows.

“Well, I don’t know—it seemed logical.” I put an arm about his middle as he struggled to sit up. He was all muscle. I cringed when he made a sound like a wounded bull. I’ve never been punched in the stomach, but once ran into a post that knocked all the breath out of me, so could imagine it was pretty painful.

“Logical? At another time I will question your logic, but right now all I want is to lie down.” He looked and sounded ill. “I know it’s an imposition but do you think you could help me to my bedroom?”

He had to be joking? Imposition? Not only was I going to get the chance to see inside his private domain, but was also going to help him there. With ill-concealed pleasure I helped him up.

It was a struggle, but we finally made it. The room was pure masculine and done out in blues and greens, my two favorite colors. His bed was about the largest I’d ever seen. The chest and robes were mahogany, obviously expensive.

I helped him onto the bed, painstakingly lowering him so as not to hurt him any more. As I bent to take off his shoes a strange sensation went through me. It was two years since I’d been this close to a man.

“Perhaps you’d better get undressed,” I suggested, hopefully.

He winced as he lay back. “Just help me off with my sweater.” I shrugged aside my disappointment and did that. The soft shirt he wore beneath showed a vee of dark hair on his chest. Not a lot, but just enough to be pleasing. I’m not too keen on very hairy men, but don’t mind a few to curl my fingers in.

I shook my head—I must be going silly. I felt like a schoolgirl getting her first glimpse of a male chest. He closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

“Would you like anything?” My hopes rose, perhaps he wanted someone to cuddle and comfort him.

“No, this’ll be fine. Thanks.” My hopes were dashed.
 
"She's a pushy, nosy gardener; he's a drop dead gorgeous PI… This is a delightfully funny, romantic story… I strongly recommend this engaging novel to all romance lovers.”  Nadine St Dennis Romance Junkies.


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