Saturday, November 15, 2014

Peace & Goodwill (The Minstrel Series #4) by Lee Strauss: Author Spotlight w/ Excerpt & Giveaway

Blurb:

Belle gets the best Christmas present ever, a man in uniform! Ian is a soldier home on leave. Neither of them have any idea how good it will feel to fall in love or how hard it will be to say good-bye.

Anna is spending the holidays alone again with only her faithful dog Angel to keep her company. She can’t afford to pay the rent and her landlord is threatening to kick her out. At least she’s finished with her chemo treatments. She can be thankful for that. Plus, there’s Rhys, the handsome visitor with kind eyes.

One fateful, cold and snowy night a chance encounter changes everything. Love is lost. Love is found. Life will never be the same.

Peace & Goodwill, a Christmas novella in The Minstrel Series, grabs the heartstrings and pulls hard.

*this novella is set in The Minstrel Series world but can be read alone.

Releases: November 17, 2014

 

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About the Author:

Lee Strauss is the author of The Minstrel Series (contemporary romance), The Perception Series (young adult dystopian) and young adult historical fiction. She is the married mother of four grown children, three boys and a girl, and divides her time between British Columbia, Canada and Dresden, Germany. When she's not writing or reading she likes to cycle, hike and do yoga. She enjoys traveling (but not jet lag :0), soy lattes, red wine and dark chocolate.

Lee also writes younger YA fantasy as Elle Strauss.

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Excerpt:

Ian stared at her with wonder in his eyes. The space between them was magnetic, pushing and pulling, reverent with a sense of awe.

“I wrote it as a gift to my mother,” Belle whispered. “Our last Christmas together. We didn’t have any money to spend on presents.”

She couldn’t stop the tear that escaped and trailed down her cheek. Ian gently tugged the guitar from her hands and leaned it up against the lone chair beside them. He shuttled closer and drew the pad of his thumb across her wet face.

“Your song is beautiful and so are you.”

He tilted his head forward and closed the space between them, his lips hovering over hers. She grabbed the back of his neck, pulling gently, until his lips touched hers. Their kiss was a torch alighting dry leaves. The flames burst from deep within and Belle was enveloped with desire. Nothing else mattered. She wanted him. She wanted to not feel the pain strangling her heart.

She fell to her back, pulling Ian with her until they were awkwardly horizontal. Ian propped his weight on his forearms, so as not to squish her, but it was the only thing she wanted him to do. Compress her, consume her. His lips trailed moist and hot along her neck to her collarbone and back along her jaw to her mouth. She grabbed frantically at his shirt, pulling it out of his jeans, running searing hot palms along Ian’s back. She kissed him like a crazy person, across the ridge of his nose and over the golden scruff on his face. Her hands raced up his the curve of his spine, her fingers through his short hair. She arched her back, tugging up her own blouse. Her mind was a smoky haze, her pulse deafening in her ears. All she could think about was Ian’s skin and how she wanted to touch every part of him, how she wanted him to touch her.

Their frenzied movements released an earthquake in the room. Belle’s guitar tipped over landing on the floor with a bang, the strings ringing out like a foghorn. She snapped back to awareness.

Oh, God! What was she doing? She didn’t even know Ian Connor that well. This was what, their second date? Third if you counted the horrible dinner experience with Ian’s gran and sister, which she didn’t.

Was she about to give it up on a second date? With a guy who was leaving the country in three weeks for half a year?

Belle put two hands on Ian’s chest and pushed back gently. She let out several short breaths. “We need to slow down.”

She was panting and closed her eyes as she wrestled to gain control. Now she understood her mother’s words of caution. “Passion takes over like a hurricane and you won’t know what hit you,” she had said. “Before you know it, you’re staggering through a field of loss and debris. Just be careful.”

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