I always enjoy hosting award-winning author Pamela S. Thibodeaux. She's the Co-Founder and a lifetime member of Bayou Writers Group in Lake Charles, Louisiana. Multi-published in romantic fiction as well as creative non-fiction, her writing has been tagged as, “Inspirational with an Edge!” ™ and reviewed as “steamier and grittier than the typical Christian novel without decreasing the message.”
The
Inheritance is about the chance we all long for…the chance to start
over. Widowed at age thirty-nine and suffering from empty nest syndrome, Rebecca
Sinclair is overshadowed by grief and loneliness. Her husband has been deceased for a year, her
oldest child has moved to New York in pursuit of an acting career and her
youngest child is attending college in France. Having spent over half of her life
as a wife and mother, she has no idea what God has in store for her now. Will an unexpected inheritance in the wine
country of New York bring meaning and purpose to her life and give her the
courage to love again?
US Postal
worker Raymond Jacobey has been in love with the little widow since he first
set eyes on her. A wanderer searching
for the ever-illusive soul mate, Ray has never stayed in one place too long.
Raised by self-centered, high-power executives, he’s longed for the idyllic
life of residing in a cozy house in a small town with the love of his life.
Will he gain the heart of the lovely widow or will he lose her to the wine
country of New York?
Excerpt: Rebecca’s heart fluttered at
the charming, boyish grin he bestowed on her. She knew he’d spoken more than
mere words; he’d spoken his heart. Tears filled her eyes and clogged her throat
when she thought about what the future might hold. Standing on the threshold of
that great unknown, she had never been more acutely aware of anything than she
was of this moment, this man.
He was
looking at her intently. His thumbs caressed the back of her hands, chasing the
chill from her blood. Lethargic warmth stole over her. As though in a fog she
watched him lift her hands to his mouth and press his lips to her palm in a
caress so tender it sent shivers down her spine.
She lowered
her gaze, and he lifted her chin with his finger and waited until she looked at
him again. “I want to kiss you, Becca, here in the midst of Paradise ,”
he whispered, his lips covering hers with devastating tenderness.
Rebecca
heard his primitive grunt of satisfaction when he let go of her hands and
wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer. An answering purr escaped her
as tiny pinpoints of pleasure bathed her senses with light and color. Never in
her life had she felt so alive, so consumed with sensations.
Whether a
moment or an eternity, she had no idea how long they stood there, his mouth in
sweet possession of hers. All she knew was that when the kiss was over she was
plastered against his hard body, her breathing was sharp almost painful and her
fists were clenched in his thick, sandy-colored hair. Appalled at her wanton
response and the needy way in which she clung, Rebecca flung away with a
startled cry of distress, and began to run.
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