It’s Friday! And my little get away is almost over. It has been fun taking a break, but it’s time to get back home and get things sorted once again. I have been able to get some editing done on the next Gambler’s Folly book, so there’s something.
What book is up next?
Scotch and Soulmates!
Give me a bit to finish editing, but I’m sure you’ll love Paul and Sophia. They are a lively couple.
Paul is from the English nobility, has a doctorate in forensic psychology, and works for Interpol as a profiler. He and his father also share an interest in Scotch and are considered experts as far as verifying the authenticity of high end whiskey.
Sophia is originally from the Bronx, but now lives on Gambler’s Folly and works for the Interpol Special Division. They are tracking counterfeit Scotch traveling from he British Isles, to the USA,and then on to Gambler’s Folly. Paul and Nagi–another agent featured in several books–will be joining them on their hunt.
All wolf shifters, things get out of hand when Fate joins the party and chooses Paul and Sophia to be fated mates.
Sophia is a fiercely independent woman with feminist tendencies and doesn’t appreciate even the slightest bow to social graces between men and women. Holding doors or holding her chair at the table annoy her. If you wouldn’t do it for a male colleague, then don’t treat her any differently. She is not some frail flower who needs a man to help her with every little thing.
Paul, having been brought up under the standards of polite society, is confused by her out of proportion annoyance. As his wolf nature comes more to the fore in response, the tension between them builds as Fate works to push them together.
How about a brief excerpt?
“I had assumed we’d wait and discuss things together,” he heard behind him.
“Just tossing around some ideas until you arrived. Get some coffee while it’s fresh.”
With a toss of her head, she put her things on the table and stormed over to the coffee maker. When she returned, Paul stood to hold her chair, out of habit
“As I’ve told you before, I’m quite capable of seating myself.”
“Of course you are,” Paul answered. “Such a pity you’re incapable of being a lady.”
Had he said that out loud? Must be the headache speaking.
“If you’re talking about those simpering little, hand-wringing, wilting flowers, who need a man to lean on, count me out, “ she snarled.
“No. I’m talking about an intelligent woman, with a strong personality, who has a good sense of self and focus, who has enough confidence to accept social courtesies with ease and grace, without jumping to erroneous conclusions about the intentions of her colleagues.”
Good god, it was going to be a day. In his current state of mind, his wolf was stronger than usual. He’d certainly put his foot in it this time.
And this is only the beginning!
So have a great weekend, find a good book, and settle in for an adventure. If you haven’t read the Gambler’s Folly series, why don’t you catch up on the series while I work on Scotch and Soulmates?
And as always,
Don’t Forget…
...to Share the Romance…
To what, you ask. 
