Valentine Blog Tour with Trans Canada Romance Writers

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And now onto blog business. 

Here's the excerpt from my WIP titled "Gypsy Stone" 

The girl retreated into the darkness of the vault, away from the patch of light coming in from the street lamp. Dario took in the vision before him, his breathing subdued. He couldn’t speak, his mouth had dried up and his mind drew a blank. His legs froze. Is it truly Irena? Everything about the woman convinced him it was her, except her hair color. Instead of her silky, golden locks, short brunette tresses barely reached her eyebrows. Her once slim frame seemed fuller in all the right places.

If he approached her, would she vanish? He took a tentative step. A piece of broken glass scraped the ancient cobblestone under his shoe, he halted.

A slow smile curved her ruby lips. Her hand, clad in the white, knitted glove reached from under her red cloak. “It is me.”

He took her offered hand, her fingers curled around his. “Tell me this is a dream. I don’t want to wake up.”

“Then keep on dreaming.” She cupped his face with her free hand, her perfume the subtle hint of citrus strongest on the inside of her wrist, intoxicating. “Thank God I found you.”

He threaded his fingers through her thick hair. Could he get used to this dark tone? “Your hair, it’s different.”

“I’m trying to get used to it. It’s temporary, needed a change.” In the next instance, her lush lips lifted to his. At first, her lips merely brushed his, then he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him. The fear he’d wake any second and discover she’d turned into a wisp of smoke gripped him, but he pushed down on the tightness in his gut. This was real, not his imagination, and hell if he wasn’t going to make the most of it. 

And there you have it. Hope you visit all of the participating blogs.