Buy here |
Sam fell in love
with Mac at first sight when she was still a child and he a teenage boy, almost
but not quite a man. A special bond formed between them, fueled by their
mutual love of animals—especially horses.
As each matured, that bond threatened
to move beyond the limits of friendship. By the time Sam reached her 17th
birthday she was desperately in love with him, her shining hero. But one awful night Mac betrayed that love and Sam
was unable to find it in her heart to forgive him. By the time the truth was
revealed they had both moved on with their lives, and Sam’s pride prevented her
from forgiving Mac; threatened to ensure her a lonely future.
Beneath Southern
Skies--Romances set in Australia. Lonely Pride is set in Tasmania,
my second favorite state. This one is for all those who have known the agony
and ecstasy of first love.
A gasp caught in her throat as
shock waves rippled through her. Her eyes became riveted on the man just
entering the hall. Inside the door he halted, his long legs apart as he moved
his gaze over the few people remaining there.
When his eyes met hers they
stared at each other for what seemed like eons of time, but must have been mere
seconds. Then he was striding towards her, that lithe grace of his stirring all
the old feelings she’d thought buried long ago.
Her whole body quivered and time
seemed suspended as the noise about her disappeared. Spontaneously her arms
lifted as if in readiness of flinging herself into the cradle of his embrace.
Pulling herself up sharply she clenched her fists, nearly cracking the glasses
she still held.
He looked as cool as a mountain
spring in a lightweight short-sleeved shirt and denim shorts while she began to
perspire freely. Her throat dried up like a cinder as he drawled in that once
loved and always remembered voice, “Hello Sam, how are you?”
An expression flashed across his
velvety brown eyes so swiftly it was gone before she had time to grasp its
meaning. His ruthless assessment of her stripped away the veneer of
sophistication garnered in the past four years, making her feel vulnerable and
almost naked. Hadn’t he always been able to see past her defenses to see the
real woman beneath?
“What are you doing here?” she
asked with a harshness she knew was downright rude, as he bent to pick up the
small case that sat by her legs. His eyes turned cold and impersonal. She knew
she sounded bitter and reproachful. It was a struggle to stop her hands shaking
as she made to take the bag from him. His smile held no warmth as he stepped
aside with a small shake of the head.
“What happened to hello and how
are you, among the other inanities that usually accompany a greeting,” he asked
in such a brittle tone she flinched. Cupping her elbow in a palm he propelled
her across the hall. “I take it you do have other luggage?” His brows rose as
he led her to the baggage carousel.
“Of course. I was about to
collect it,” she snapped.
“In answer to your question, I’m
here because your mother wasn’t feeling the best. I was coming into the city
anyway so offered to pick you up.” He stared at the few remaining pieces of
luggage going round on the platform, while Sam tried to gain some of her lost
equilibrium, wishing devoutly she could run from this man whose presence
dragged up so many memories; memories that wrenched at her heart until it
became an agony.
“What do you mean, Mum’s not the
best?” Sam ran her tongue over parched lips. By no means short, even with high
heels, she had to lift her head to meet his eyes.
“She has just lost a husband in a horrific car smash.” The scorn in
his remark made her cringe. His sensuous mouth, set in a grim line, depicted
disgust and disdain for her. Sam’s heart bled. “We all know you hated the sight
of Robert, but even you can’t be so unfeeling you can’t understand why Barbara
is quite ill with grief.”
“That’s not fair!” Tears stung
her eyes, but she refused to allow them to fall in front of this man. “I didn’t
hate him and it’s cruel to say I did.”
Bending to retrieve her suitcase,
she was pushed gently out of the way, and he picked it up with ease. She was
forced to nearly trot to keep up with him as he strode out of the hall, one
suitcase in each hand.
Once she’d been prepared to lay
down her life for this man, who now treated her as if she was something that
had crawled out of a sewer. For one moment of madness she wanted to laugh and
beg him to slow down as she would have done years ago. But it only needed a
glance at his set profile to assure her the time for jokes between them was
long past. He hated her.
“I was supposed to take the book on vacation with me, but
I made the mistake of starting it and couldn’t stop until I finished–but then
Tricia McGill is one of my favorite authors. She grabbed me from the
beginning…emotional sparks were so real I felt the tension. I encountered an
amazing range of emotions reading this book as
I recalled my own childhood crushes, my broken hearts,
the agony of losing someone I loved, and the joy of knowing real love. I
enjoyed the ‘sex’ scenes that left enough to the imagination that I could
personalize them for myself.
Tricia McGill has an astounding way with words. Once you
read her books, you’ll become a avid fan.” Brett Scott TRS
Please take a moment to visit these blogs to read more snippets from amazing authors.
http://mizging.blogspot.com (Ginger
Simpson)
http://www.jamiehill.biz (Jamie
Hill)
http://medievalnovels.blogspot.com (Vijaya
Schartz)
http://connievines.blogspot.com.au/ Connie
Vines