Thursday, December 12, 2013

Only If You Dare by Margo Hoornstra #FreeAmazonDownload #GuestPost

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All the pleasures and none of the pain, that’s what Cynthia Buckingham wants in a relationship these days. A one-night stand with Jonah Colt seems to fit that bill perfectly. Newly divorced, she’s too busy planning her daughter’s wedding for any serious involvement. Besides, her true passion is helping victims of PTSD reclaim their lives.

Waking up after spending the night with a woman he barely knows, Jonah is stunned to realize sex for the sake of sex isn’t enough for him anymore. A veteran of more military battles than he cares to count, he wants to forget it all and focus on peaceful civilian life. Except flashbacks won’t allow it.

Falling for Cynthia makes Jonah regret his weakened state, but he’d rather hide the truth than face it. When she sets aside everything she believes in to help him heal, can he accept her help–and her love?

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**Book Excerpt**

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“Jonah. I was wrong, and I’m so very sorry.”

His hand froze on the gear shift. “About picking up your car? I can just give you a ride home then.”

He obviously wasn’t going to make this easy for her, but who could blame him?

“You know, I always tell my patients they need to focus on reality, to believe in what is, and go from there.”

“I understand you care about your patients. I’m not one of them.”

What did he think? That she was creating notes for one of her counseling session? “I was wrong about—I should have admitted to myself how much you mean to me and let you know, too.”

“It might have been nice.” He didn’t respond with anything more, just put the car in gear and pulled away from the hospital.

The litany of confessions had already formed in her mind and, when she couldn’t contain them any longer, began to gush out. “I tried to pretend what we had together—” She paused when her voice cracked. “—wasn’t incredibly special. I wanted to believe I could enjoy a physical relationship and dismiss my emotions.” Her voice lowered. “As irrelevant.” She laid her hand on his arm, and a bicep muscle twitched then tensed. “And that was my biggest mistake of all.”

“You were only doing what was working for you, I suppose.”

Squaring up in her seat, she concentrated on the scenery passing by outside. He’d said very little as she went on and on. Because she hadn’t given him a chance to speak? Or because there was nothing he cared to share with her? Either way, she had to go for broke.

“I love you, Jonah.”

**The Guest Post**

Taking Time For An Old Friend

Loralee Lillibridge, I always loved that name. It’s so, well, romance author sounding. Don’t you think?

I did when Loralee and I first met. A Saturday in Michigan, Nineteen Seventy Something. Okay, the details are a little sketchy, but the lady sure isn’t.

“Is that your pen name?” I asked. 

“Nope,” she replied. “It’s real and it’s mine.”

We were both starting out as aspiring romance authors. I’m originally from Detroit. Some writer friends from there had started a local chapter – Greater Detroit – of a new national group, Romance Writers of America
®. RWA® was one of the few writers’ organizations that did not require publication in order to become a member. As I recall, we all became members in droves. At monthly membership meetings, we could hob knob with published authors. Learn the tricks of the publishing trade, first hand, from guest speakers.

There was one drawback. Detroit was over an hour drive away from where I lived at the time. Not a bad trek by car, but this group met, and still does, on Tuesday nights from 7 to 10. That put a crimp in my ability to attend on a regular basis.

However, rumor had it that there were many like me who wanted to belong, but lived too far away, farther than me most of them, to be able to attend meetings and interact with other members on a regular basis. Taking some names given to me by the national group, I made some contacts to see if there would be interest in starting a more centrally located chapter.

Enter Loralee Lillibridge into my life, along with many, many others. I affectionately say current and potential romance writers came out of the woodwork in response to my queries. With some very dedicated others, we founded the Mid-Michigan Chapter of Romance Writers of America. Another group of romance writers still going strong to this day.

Which brings me back to Loralee. As usually happens, a busy life intervened, and I dropped out of the group then lost touch with its members, but never forgot them. A few years ago, life intervened again, and I was able to rejoin the group and renew the friendships.

Back in the seventies, Loralee and I each had a dream to become published authors. She fulfilled her dream before I did, way to go, Loralee, with the publication of An Accidental Hero. My first book, Honorable Intentions was published within the last few years. Since then, we’ve each had the pleasure of seeing more of our work in print and, electronic format.

I think Loralee would agree with me, we each have many, many more books to come. My latest happens to be Only If You Dare my gift to you today, because it’s free from now until the 14th on Amazon.


**About Margo Hoornstra**

Margo HoornstraLike many writers, it’s hard to determine exactly when my fiction writing career began. I remember composing a short story in grade school (I have no idea about what) which was chosen for publication in an all school anthology. A journalism class taken in junior high school led to a job on the school newspaper and a weekly column.

I always loved reading. I loved writing too. Someday, I thought, maybe when I grew up and received the right training, I could actually write a book. After all, I was often told, laughingly most times, I had an extremely vivid imagination.

Through the years, the desire to write was always there. I had so many ideas and characters roaming around in my head, so many stories. But the business of living—going to college, getting married then raising a family—took precedence over something as frivolous as writing a book.

Then one day out of the blue I was downsized—effective immediately—from a job I’d held for over thirty years. What seemed so unfair at the time, I now recognize the tremendous gift I was given that day. As I’m now able to spend more and more time doing what I love—writing romantic fiction—I find I really do have an abundance of stories to share.

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