We’re just one week away from the release of my new novella, THE PALMS!
At 23,000 words, this is a fun little story that I hope will the first in a group of a few set in Palm Beach, Florida. I’ve really enjoyed working on it, and I can’t wait for readers to have a look. Be sure and mark THE PALMS as “To-Read” on Goodreads by clicking on this link.
And… without further wait, here’s a final teaser!
“Over here,” he said, stepping down a few steps to the large fountain in the center of the courtyard. She followed, and he led her to a table on the side of the room with a fascinating array of vegetables. He picked up something that looked fried. “You’ve got to try these.”
She blinked at him. “Looks like carbs to me.”
“Come on, Gumdrop. It won’t blow your diet to eat one.”
She stepped back and folded her arms. ‘“Gumdrop? Did you just call me Gumdrop?”
His jaw turned slack. “Oh, my God. Well, I…”
“Gumdrop? I haven’t heard that name in forever,” she continued, and anger simmered underneath her words. “Not since…” She took a gulp of wine, and followed with another small step back. ‘“You can’t—”
“What? I mean, that’s what I called you. Gumdrop.”
Lauren recoiled once again at the nickname. How dare he call her that? After all this time? Unacceptable.
“Jesus, Lauren, I didn’t think…”
“No, you didn’t, did you?”
“It’s just that—”
Trent glanced at the others in the crowd before he replied. “It’s habit… because…”
“Get away from me.”
The words came out fast. She knew in that instant she didn’t mean it, but she didn’t back away from the point she tried to make. He’d left her all those years ago, not the other way around.
“I hate you.”
A deep frown marred her Italian beauty, and she scowled at him, disgusted. Crawford women all shared the same wide eyes, long black hair, and olive skin, but it looked the best on Lauren. Nothing should ever take away that beauty — least of all him.
“I hope you don’t hate me,” he said softly as he ran a hand through his hair. “I really hope you don’t.”