Over the past week, I've been working on some final revisions of FLASHPOINT, the sequel to THE SERPENT IN THE STONE. It's finished, and I've now submitted it to my editor at The Wild Rose Press. Yay!
FLASHPOINT follows the story of Faith Markham, who has it all - almost: beauty, paranormal power, and the job of her dreams as an archaeologist. The one thing eluding her is a love that will transcend time. Too bad that when she meets Hakon Ivarsson, the modern-day incarnation of her one true love, he has no plans to let another woman tie him down.
Here's a little taste of the story for you:
Excerpt from FLASHPOINT
(The Gifted Series: Book Two)
Hakon stared after Faith, wondering what was wrong. The woman switched gears fast enough to make his head spin. He locked his vehicle, and then stalked down the trail after her.
She strode ahead of him, dodging ruts and potholes. Her hips swayed with each step in a compelling rhythm. In spite of himself, he imagined drawing her back against him, kissing that spot behind her ear where tendrils of golden hair had fallen loose ....
She stopped dead, and turned around with wide eyes. Had he said something out loud? He thought he'd seen something flash in her eyes a moment ago. There it was again, though before, he could have sworn her eyes had been silver -
"Aren't you supposed to be in front of me?" she asked.
Desire and doubt vanished. Nettled, he stepped around her, and went on without pausing. "Next time, let me break the trail first. Clear?"
"Get up on the wrong side of the bed?"
He didn't bother telling her he hadn't slept at all on his last night in a comfortable bed. Her presence had echoed through the walls of the inn like a resonating bell, one moment consuming him with the need to go to her, and the next, driving him away in a fit of resentment.
She was money. His ticket to freedom, nothing more. She was here, and so was he, and like it or not, they'd entered into an agreement. He'd guide her to a few ancient rock paintings, and she'd pay up when they returned to civilization. The faster they finished, the better.
Maybe if he kept telling himself that, he might start to believe it.