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Blame the Rain
Samhain
Publishing
ISBN: 1-59998-172-6
Genre:
Romance/Red Hot!/Contemporary
Format: e-Book
Love - as
unpredictable as the weather
When down on her luck Sable Morrison drives into the
back end of handsome Maxwell Benning's new car, she is
certain things will only get worse.
Nothing has gone right in her life for some time, and the
last thing she needs is a new distraction.
Well-to-do Maxwell finds himself enamored over the beautiful
stranger and treats her to an evening only dreams are made
of. He strongly believes fate had a hand in their accidental
meeting, and does
everything he can to make the night
last.
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While Sable is busy placing blame on herself for
the evening's events, Maxwell prefers to blame the rain.
Reviews
"...will stand
as one of author Ann Cory's absolute bests. ...an absolute
not-to-miss read. ~Reviewer Frost
~5 Lips from Two Lips Reviews
"...An engaging short story." ~Reviewer Jennifer of RRT
"...sweet and spicy romantic tale that speaks to the hope that lives
in us all."
~ Reviewer Maura of Joyfully Reviewed
"...a charming tale of fate bringing two people together."
~ Reviewer Tewanda from FAR 4 Angels
"...well-plotted and the scenes are well-paced. The sex in this book
was both passionate and containing an emotional connection."
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Reviewer Jenn L from Romance Junkies, 4 Ribbons
Excerpt
“That’s it. I’m
done,” she muttered to no one in particular and thrust both arms
into her skimpy jacket.
They’d all heard the words a thousand times, but this time she meant
it. No more waiting tables. She was through with earning a few extra
bucks by cheapening herself for the classless men that walked in and
out of the door, in and out of her life.
A rush of stale garbage and hard rain filled her nose the moment she
stepped out the backdoor and onto the sidewalk. She wrapped her
jacket tight around her frame to block the chill in the air. Dimly
lit streetlamps guided her to the beat-up old Chrysler she called
transportation. Within seconds she was completely drenched and
silently cussing up a storm. Two solid weeks of rain was enough to
send her willingly to the nearest padded room.
She flung herself into the seat and started up the rusted beast,
once, twice, finally the third time the engine caught. Sable checked
the rear view mirror and backed out slowly. Between the dark and the
rain she could hardly see a thing. She turned on the radio, and
after several tries to find a decent station gave up and switched it
off.
Her stomach grumbled as she drove by one fast food joint after
another. Thanks to months of working around grease and lard
everyday, her appetite for quick and easy was ruined. Thoughts of a
tantalizing pasta dish piled with noodles and a succulent Bolognese
sauce ran through her mind. Half a loaf of crusty bread, layered
with just the right amount of butter and fresh garlic to add a zip
to her tongue. Washed down with a full-bodied Cabernet Sauvignon to
liven up her palate. It had been a long time since she’d treated
herself to such luxury. Times were tough and self-indulgence would
have to wait.
She turned her head as she passed by the famed Vino’s Italian
Patisserie when the sound of squealing tires caught her attention.
Sable turned in time to see a blur of red lights too close for
comfort. She slammed on her brakes, the car skidding side to side.
The car finally stopped, but not before making contact with what
looked like a brand new Mini Cooper S.
She beat her fists against the steering wheel and screamed at the
top of her lungs. “Noooo! Tell me this isn’t happening. I can’t
afford another increase to my car insurance!”
The driver’s side door flung open and a tall, dark figure came
toward her swiftly. For a fleeting moment she considered backing up
and racing off, but her conscience wouldn’t let her. Like every
other time in her life, she would have to face the music.
Her legs shook as she rolled down the window. A steady stream of
rain battered her face and the upholstery of her car. She had no
idea what to say, but she sure as hell wasn’t going to cry. An angry
voice cut into her desperate attempt to pretend she was anywhere
else.
“Do you realize what you did? I just bought the damn thing!”
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