My latest release, a modern romance titled “Stranger by Morning”, was released a few months ago. The best part about writing it was getting to experience first hand the adventure Reese went on in her quest to answer all the questions that have been haunting her for years. Now a reporter for the Chicago Times, this job provides the perfect means to squeeze out the resolutions to all those mystifying questions. With a profession that includes stealing snapshots of various famous personalities, what’s to stop a person from hunting for a famous bandit?
An alluring combination of danger and tempation…
When Chicago Times reporter, Reese Donavon set out for India, determined to investigate the case of a nationally acclaimed felon, she’d expected a cloud of peril to eclipse her expedition. Had she known just how close to home it would linger, she would have arrived far better prepared.
Now she finds herself alone, in a luxuriously appointed Hindi suite, at the mercy of the very man she came to India in search of. Left with no choice but to either become his partner or risk losing her life, she readily agrees to the stranger’s demands. As she follows him across oceans and countries, she finds herself slowly falling further and further under his spell. Now, as uncertain of his real motives as she is her own feelings, she discovers the greatest danger of all lies not in the fear of losing her life, but rather in the fear of losing her heart…
It may surprise you to hear, but there is a little more to the situation than meets the eye. This is how it started:
Christian reentered the kitchen, winding his way through the crowd until he had reached the head of the table.
“Hello, Princess,” he said to Reese, giving her a smile that would have done justice to a fairy-tale prince. “I have something for you. It isn’t quite as beautiful as Vince’s gift but it will have to do.”
Leaning forward he gently settled the crown he had woven from pink daisies on her head and placed a long-stemmed pink rose across her outstretched hands. Lifting the elfin fingers to his mouth, his lips barely grazed their surface.
“Happy birthday, Your Majesty.”
Raising her head to meet his eyes, Reese gazed with open admiration at her knight in shining armor.
“They’re beautiful,” she told Christian, her voice quiet and breathy.
“I heard a Princess was having a birthday,” Chris replied. “As everyone knows, a lady can never attend a party without her crown and scepter.”
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