by Delia Latham
Book One in the Solomon’s Gate Series
from White Rose Publishing
Is a little respect too much to ask at a parent’s funeral?
Apparently it is for Destiny May. Her mother’s “going away party” is crashed by an unfamiliar and totally irreverent guest. Difficult to ignore, Clay Gallagher is built like a small mountain and far more vocal than is fitting for the occasion. When it turns out the annoying stranger is not even at the right funeral, Destiny demands retribution in the form of an escape from the day’s dreary proceedings.
From the beginning, their relationship has some kinks – starting with Destiny’s determination to found a Christian dating service in their conservative town of Castle Creek. A highly esteemed investment broker, Clay has little respect or patience for such a frivolous profession. But when Destiny is threatened by an anonymous caller who deeply resents her and what she does for a living, Clay makes it his business to keep the saucy redhead out of harm’s way.
Trouble is, spending time in her company weakens his defenses … and Cupid’s arrows are known to fly straight to the heart.
The dim porch light revealed her smile. “I had a wonderful evening, Gallagher. Thank you.”
Clay’s eyes were fixed on her lips. Could they possibly be as soft as they looked? With a monumental effort, he managed to tear his gaze upward, only to find her green eyes every bit as magnetic.
He tugged gently on a loose tendril of hair. “I’m glad, ma jolie dame. Maybe we can do it again?”
Lowering her gaze, she spoke so softly he almost missed it. “I’ll look forward to it, monsieur.”
Just when Clay thought he couldn’t resist at least a brush of those inviting lips with his own, Destiny’s spontaneous humor—apparently never far from the surface—prevented him from losing control. Her lips parted in an enchanting smile and she shrugged one shoulder. “I’m afraid that’s all the French I know, and I only learned it tonight.”
Clay chuckled. So now what? Should he just say good night and go? Should he kiss her? Man, I can’t believe how much I want to kiss her. Shake her hand?
He settled for pulling her into a gentle hug, making it possible to drop a feather-light kiss onto her hair. I think I like you far too much, pretty lady. Grinning in the dusky darkness, he decided it was all right to say the words aloud. “Je crois que je vous aime bien trop, la jolie dame.” Stepping back, he took the key from her unresisting fingers and opened the door. With a final touch—the brush of a finger under her chin—he turned and walked away.
He almost reached his car door before she called out, just as he’d hoped she would. “Clay?”
He turned. “What was it you said?”
He sent her a little grin he hoped was mysterious, raised a hand in farewell, then slid behind the wheel and drove away. A fellow had a right to keep a thing or two to himself.
Her inspirational novel, Goldeneyes, was released in March 2008; Yesterday’s Promise in March 2010; Mine! (a children’s picture book) will be available early in 2011.
Find out more about this author at www.delialatham.net.
For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways.
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A couple of times during the storyline, Destiny experienced supernatural occurrences—not overtly dramatic things, but small miracles completely outside the realm of the "everyday." Would you like to experience such things, or does the idea frighten you, take you outside your comfort zone? several days.