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Welcome, Linda O’Connor,

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I asked Linda to share some personal information with our readers. I asked what she wouldn’t eat no matter what! Here are her answers.

Wouldn’t Touch That with a Ten-foot Pole!

I eat a wide variety of foods and don’t consider myself a picky eater, but there are a few things I won’t go near. Blame it on the medical degree. ;D (I didn’t know you were a doc!) Should we call you doctor Linda?

  1. Raw eggs – Salmonella, anyone? (I’ll pass, too!)
  2. Unpasteurized milk – The risk of getting tuberculosis is low, but it’s not zero. I also look for pasteurized honey – it has fewer (if any) anti-oxidants, I know, but there’s also no risk of Clostridium botulinum. (That sounds nasty!)
  3. Undercooked hamburger – All that surface area for E. coli to grow. No thanks. (I just don’t like pink on my meat!)
  4. Bean sprouts – Too many cases of Salmonella and E. coli food poisoning. (too weird and tastes like dirt)
  5. Okra – No health risk with this one. I just don’t like it. (Hmmm I like to cook it with beans.)

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Behind the Bench (In the Game Hockey Romance, Book 2)

Dr. Danni Angelo is the team physician for the Clarington Quakes hockey team. She’s worked hard to earn the players’ respect, but the new coach, Trey Mason, is stirring things up, and Danni’s worried her job may be in jeopardy.

Trey finds Danni…distracting. Beauty, brains, and sexy moves on the ice have him uncomfortably attracted. He’s the new guy on the block. He has a reputation to build and a standard to set. The last thing he needs is a complication.

When the team spirals out of control and Danni and Trey get caught up in a drug scandal, things heat up on and off the ice. It’s a whole new game plan…Behind the Bench.

Buy Links: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07FTWRR9N

Who is Linda O’Connor?

Award-winning author Linda O’Connor started writing romantic comedies a few years ago when she needed a creative outlet other than subtly rearranging the displays at the local home décor store. When not writing, she’s a physician at an Urgent Care Clinic (well, even when she is writing she’s a physician, and it shows up in her stories 😀 ). Her favourite prescription to write?

Laugh every day. Love every minute.

Places to contact Linda or learn about her:

Website:  https://LindaOConnorAuthor.wordpress.com/

Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/LindaOConnorAuthor

Twitter:  https://twitter.com/LindaOConnor98

Amazon Author Page:  http://www.amazon.com/Linda-OConnor/e/B00S7CNLEA


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Volunteering Ideas- An 8 Part Summer Series (Part Six)

Did you know that one of the main benefits of volunteering is to make YOU happier?
This summer, I’m highlighting some ways you can volunteer in your community.

Week Six:

Organize a food co-op.
Searching for a way to purchase fresh farm foods at a discount? Not only will a co-op save you money, they also rely on volunteers to transport and deliver the foods from the farmer to you and your neighbor’s door.

Do you have a food co-op near you? Do you participate? Please leave your comments below.

Can’t make it to Europe this summer? Take an armchair travel trip to beautiful Ireland and read Oh Danny Boy, my Irish sweet contemporary romance.

With 50 Five Star Reviews, snag your copy today!

This pot of gold could hold more than they bargained for…

Grand. Just grand. Clara Donovan’s failure to keep her brother from going off the rails—again—is a public spectacle. Including a handsome stranger who puts down his guitar case to help her talk Seamus down from Farthing’s tallest bridge.

Everything about Danny Brady reminds Clara how many times she swore she’ll never again be that pathetic, weak woman who got taken in by a good-looking man. Especially when, the next day, she walks into a new coffee shop in her little Irish town and discovers Danny’s secret.

Danny didn’t lie—technically—about his coffee shop chain. He’s just tired of women going after him for his wealth. Clara is a graceful, fiercely loyal, non-Irish Irish damsel in distress, a combination that tugs at his heart. A heart that’s spent its share of time in pieces.

Danny has never hesitated to go after what he wants, but melting Clara’s defenses will take more than hot tea and charm. He’ll have to prove he’s made of stronger stuff—even when her past threatens to tear her carefully reconstructed world to shreds.

Oh Danny Boy is available in ebook, paperback, and audiobook. (Narrated by the wonderful Jodie Kearns in Dublin!)
Snag your copy today!

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I’m Chatting! August 13 – Night Owl Reviews!

Night Owl Reviews has me scheduled August 13 from 8:00 PM EST for an hour chat.

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I’d love some company and there will be prizes!!

Visit the two other authors while you’re there:  Juliette Cross, Rayanne Hayes



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Sapphire Is My Gimmick and My Little Pal!

In Gypsy, an old movie with Natalie Wood, an old stripper tells the new stripper that every act needs a gimmick. As writers we promote the hell out of our books on Facebook, only to see too few reactions. My former students don’t like to comment on my books, but they will comment on photos. I suspect they don’t see the covers and links! (a subject for a later rant)

When I was planning my trip to Denver I knew I needed a gimmick for photos for Instagram and Facebook! Here is my new gimmick AKA Sapphire!


At a Death by Chocolate Party at RWA National we were both like kids!  We couldn’t clean our plate, though we wanted to!

I don’t love photos of myself, so I took more of Sapphire!


My pal had never been to Applebees! She’s studying the menu.


She loves hiding!

SAPPHIRE loves to meet my friends!
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Volunteering Ideas- An 8 Part Summer Series (Part Five)

Did you know that one of the main benefits of volunteering is to make YOU happier?
This summer, for the next few weeks, I’ll be highlighting some ways you can volunteer in your community.

Week Five:

Volunteer at your local hospital.
Besides giving back vital support, you’ll have an opportunity to offer comfort and accessibility to families, patients, and guests.

Do you have a hospital near you? Have you ever volunteered?
Please leave your comments below.

If you watch home improvement and fixer-uppers on television, then you’ll love my sweet romance, 1-800-CUPID.

A house flipper looking for quick profit. A survivor with a dream. Can two broken hearts find a place to call home?

Prepare for romance and fun with the first book in a brand new home-flipping series brought to you by USA Today bestselling author Josie Riviera

When a Miami investor calls in search of prime property flip prospects, North Carolina real estate broker Candee Contando expects to meet a balding, steely-eyed land shark. Turns out the first customer she’s had in months is a hot prospect in more ways than one.

Except his gaze has fallen on her dream house, a dilapidated Victorian she just bid her last penny on in hopes of creating a safe place for disadvantaged children—like the girl she used to be.

Teddy Winchester is adept at negotiating life’s curves, but Candee’s curves stop him in his tracks. She’s a warm spark in the emptiness he’s felt since his brother died, leaving him with a beloved nephew to raise.

Attraction glows in Candee’s eyes as well, but there’s also wistfulness as she points out all the reasons an old, tumbledown Victorian doesn’t fit into his tried-and-true house-flipping plan. Yet the more he looks at the house—and at her—he begins to think some things are worth the risk.

Now if only he can convince her that building a new life often starts with tearing down some walls…

When the heart flips, there’s no telling where the walls will fall.

1-800-CUPID is available in ebook, paperback, and audiobook. Snag your copy today!

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The Arawak Indians and The Summoning – Fantasy Romance

The Arawaks are indigenous peoples of South America and the Caribbean. At various times, the term Arawak has been used for the Lokono of South America and the Taino of the Caribbean, all of whom spoke related Arawakan languages.

In the Summoning, protected and guided by Eyrael, the God of Wind and Sea, the Arawak tribe treks from South America to Jamaica,. This amazing feat actually occurred 2,500 years ago, and the Arawaks are credited with being the initial inhabitants, naming Jamaica ‘the land of wood and water’ – Xaymaca.

Michael Heckenberger, an anthropologist at the University of Florida who helped found the Central Amazon Project, and his team found elaborate pottery, ringed villages, raised fields, large mounds, and evidence for regional trade networks that are all indicators of a complex culture. There is also evidence that they modified the soil using various techniques such as deliberate burning of vegetation to transform it into black earth, which even today is famed for its agricultural productivity.

They grew cassava, sweet potatoes, maize (corn), fruits, vegetables, cotton and tobacco. Tobacco was grown on a large scale as smoking was their most popular pastime. They built their villages all over the island but most of them settled on the coasts and near rivers as they fished to get food. Fish was also a major part of their diet.

By nature, the Arawaks were a mild and simple people. Physically, they were light brown in color, short and well-shaped with coarse, black hair. Their faces were broad and their noses flat.

The Arawaks led quiet and peaceful lives until they were destroyed by the Spaniards some years after Christopher Columbus discovered the island in 1494.

In The Summoning, an obscure branch of the Arawaks worship the hero Eyrael one of their spirit gods.  He is the God of Wind and Sea. Of course, the book is fiction.


Heather Morique is a witch. The problem is she doesn’t know it. Her husband Jahill was a refugee from an obscure branch of the Arawak Indians. After his death, mysterious whispers lure her to his homeland of Jamaica. Soon, she finds herself in a web of secrets, lies and illusions.

Jahill’s people worship Eyrael, the God of Wind and Sea, and his brother Sofiel, the God of Fire and Earth. The new Shaman has pitted brother against brother, and these two powerful spirits from an alternate universe fight to become the tribe’s ruling deity. Will light or darkness reign?

When Heather unwittingly summons Eyrael, these two unlikely soul mates face a dangerous fate.  The chemistry between them is more disturbing than the long-buried secrets.

Excerpt: (The Scene is a remote beach in Jamaica. The heroine is drowning)

The sea played with his shoulders and his hair. Eryael smiled his Pleasure.

A scream gurgled in the waves ahead. A head split the churning ocean. One of the People. I must rescue. He shook the mane of hair back from his face and considered that, perhaps, he had too much hair. The tiny being reappeared frantically battling itself, spouting water from its mouth. Its cries stabbed him like splinters of darkness, and the pain, as much as any sense of duty, tugged him toward the drowning creature.

“Eyrael!” His name split the night sky, reverberating off the pinpoint stars.

He hated the mortal engaged in a hopeless skirmish with the water. Eyrael was irritated that its despair had somehow torn the curtain between the worlds and brought him over merely to sustain its brief flicker of life.

Silence. She no longer cried. Facedown, the waves washed a slender body toward the shore. A thrill shivered over his entire body. A woman, giver of the utmost Pleasure.

On the beach, dark shapes formed a half-circle around a blazing beacon fire. As one, they dropped to their knees and bent from the waist, their foreheads on the sand. A lone figure remained standing. The primal rainbow of feathers in the Shaman’s headdress danced in the wind of Eryael’s passage. Taino, young and virile, wiseman, witch doctor, a powerful magic user. The Indian sorcerer pinned Eyrael with eyes cold and hard as onyx.

Ah, the woman is a sacrifice. But not to me.

Long had Eryael known this Shaman preferred Sofiel, revering him as God of Fire and Earth. Taino thought to command Eyrael’s dark brother. A generation of the People had grown to manhood while the silence lasted between the spirits and the tribe. The witch doctor had summoned Sofiel, yet Eyrael had been pulled across. How could this be?

Still, he was in the land of the People. Perhaps, there was Pleasure to be had. At the very least, he could enjoy sight in the mortal sense. Sight brought with it emotion. Ah, emotion! Fierce and passionate. Sex with emotion was bliss. Heat throbbed in his loins. An image of a woman writhing beneath him intensified his arousal. The memory lengthened and hardened his shaft.

The drowning woman bobbed on a wave. “Eyrael,” she prayed. “I see you now. I’m coming.

An invisible cord drew him closer to the sacrifice.

Eyrael. The woman not the Shaman had Summoned him. Indeed, she must be a powerful witch. He would rescue the sacrifice and foil the Shaman’s plans. Delighted, he laughed, the sound startling him. He had forgotten how mirth rumbled from human throats, but laughter like sight was Pleasure.

He lifted on the waves, flowing to the witch. She was still, appeared lifeless but he sensed her essence had not yet departed. He scooped her from the ocean into his arms. Her head drooped over the crook of his elbow, her long, rough gown molding an exquisite body. Golden hair clung to a pale but beautiful face. Eyrael bent and kissed her mouth. At the touch of flesh on flesh, his need intensified to near pain. Such exquisite torture! He opened his mouth over her blue lips, tracing the lower one with his tongue. Fierce emotions and that wonder passion sizzled in him. She sputtered, making a weak sound. He must revive the woman, carry her to the beach and take her hard and fast, the Shaman and his flock watching him not Sofiel enjoy the sacrifice.

He drew back, willing the pretty witch to live. Her eyelids flickered. She choked, another harsh cough wracking her fragile body. Large eyes of a beautiful blue fluttered open, widening. A lightning-like thrill zinged through Eyrael. Blue eyes were his favorite. Maybe he’d have blue eyes this visit. Spellbound, he bent to kiss her again. The woman screamed, struggling in his embrace. Her sharp cry hurt his ears.

His arms tightened, cradling her to his chest. She was soft, her flesh yielding, and the feel of her breast against him exciting. “Do not struggle. You are too weak.”

What did he look like to this creature? Hair the color of sea foam flowed over his shoulders. His eyes held all the shades of rainbows in glass. The People never feared him, but this golden-haired witch trembled in terror when she should be grateful. If he didn’t yearn to discover how she’d Summoned him, he’d allow his ocean to claim her. The drums throbbed, low and angry. The Shaman’s resentment and frustration blew bitter on the wind. Dark emotions haunted the moonlit beach where the People paid homage to the wrong god. Soon, Taino would understand he could not command a spirit.

Later in the first Chapter, Eyrael transforms into a winged black stallion.  A new friend Kayelle Allen, also an author, created this image for me.

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Happy Saturday Eve, Ya’ll!


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Georgia Stories on My Mind

My dear friend Jackie Rod has published a collection of her short stories set in Georgia! Each story offers a heart-warming experience you won’t soon forget. Jackie is a true southern lady.

Her launch party Saturday was as elegant as she is!



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About Jackie Rod

Jackie Rod is a published author, teacher and lover of words. “A good book transports me to another world, and lets me feel the sensations of heroes and heroines–dark loneliness, deep passion, a father’s pride and a mother’s grief.”

Jackie, Caire and me

She serves as a contest judge and line editor for many of her published friends. She enjoys reading, writing, traveling, and attending writing conferences and workshops. She belongs to many writing groups: Romance Writers of America, Atlanta Writers Club, Georgia Romance Writers, NOLA STARS, and Walton Writers.

You can find Jackie at: http://www.facebook.com/jackie.rod

And on her blog: http://jackierod.blogspot.com/


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Volunteering Ideas- An 8 Part Summer Series (Part Four)

Did you know that one of the main benefits of volunteering is to make YOU happier?
This summer, for the next few weeks, I’ll be highlighting some ways you can volunteer in your community.

Week Four:

Visit a senior center. An hour or two a week visiting with seniors will make a big difference in their lives, and in yours. Residents enjoy conversations and caring connections. Make a point to find a lonely senior and spend quality time with him or her.

Do you have a senior center in your area? Have you ever visited? Please leave your comments below.

It’s a Christmas in July promotion!

I’m thrilled to announce my Christian contemporary romance series with my brand-new release, A Christmas To Cherish.

There’s nothing a Christmas kiss won’t cure. Except perhaps a shattered heart…

When Emmanuelle Sumter steps off the train in Cherish, South Carolina—a town simply glowing with the promise of Christmas—she finds herself praying God will help her find the broken pieces of her life. Shattered, like her beloved harp. Her dreams. And her trust in men.

Her friend Dorothy told her Cherish is a safe haven. But she never expected Dorothy’s brother, Deputy Nicholas Thompson, would relight the one thing she thought she’d lost forever. A spark of hope.

Not long ago, while Nicholas’ sister was in rehab, Emmanuelle’s voice and smile on his Skype screen held him together. After that, she seemed to disappear, an absence he felt keenly when his ex-fiancée left his faith in God dented but not broken.

Now she’s in Cherish, even more stunning in person. Yet she’s holding tight to a private pain she refuses to reveal. Nicholas resolves to be patient, vowing that he’ll never let anyone hurt her again. Even when her past rears its ugly head to destroy what’s left of her heart.

Note: Contains references to verbal and physical abuse.

From USA Today bestselling author Josie Riviera comes a new contemporary Christian Romance series set in the small town of Cherish, South Carolina. These sweet and wholesome stories, where God is at the center, brim with love and laughter.

Are his arms a safe haven sent from God…or a Christmas promise waiting to be broken?

A Christmas To Cherish is available as an ebook, and in paperback. Snag your copy today!

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Nebraska: Vengeance from Eden by Toni V. Sweeney

Recently, I finished reading Black Hats, a delightful fantasy in which Wyatt Earp and Bat Masterson head to New York City to help out the son of their own pal, “Doc” Holliday.  It’s fiction, of course, but there are many facts woven into that delightful narrative.

How much do we really know about these three men who have become legends, their names synonymous with the Old West, courage, honor, and death?  We’re all familiar with the gunfight at the OK Corral, and the many movies and TV series about them, but what are the little-known facts about their lives?


According to Wikipedia, one was born in Illinois, one was the cousin of Margaret Mitchell, and one wasn’t even an American.  Here are some other facts I found.


The man who would become the marshal of Deadwood was born in Monmouth, Illinois, and named for his father’s commanding officer in the Mexican-American War (1846-1848).  Wyatt had a half-brother and sister and five full siblings.  In 1865, he got his first job as a driver for Phineas Banning’s Stage Line in Imperial California.  In 1869, he got his first job in law enforcement when his father became constable of Lamar, Missouri.  In 1870, at the age of 22, he married Urilla Sutherland only to have her die ten months later in childbirth. From 1875 onward, he appears in various court cases and newspaper articles as the arresting officer in Wichita and Dodge City. 

In 1877, he left Kansas for Texas and in a saloon in Ft Griffin, Texas, where he met a young gambler named “Doc” Holliday.  Wyatt and his brothers moved to Tombstone in 1979 and the infamous gunfight at the OK Corral occurred in 1881. The Earps and “Doc” Holliday were tried twice for murder but acquitted both times but the deaths began a vendetta which would cost Morgan his life and severely wound Virgil.


Though he never again had a legal marriage, Wyatt wasn’t immune to women’s charms. In the West at that time, common-law marriage was the norm and in 1888, and he was noted as having “cohabited” with several prostitutes during his sojourns in various states.  While Wyatt settled down in San Francisco with Josie Marcus, a former prostitute and laudanum addict who became his common-law wife for the next 46 years until she died of what was believed to be a laudanum overdose.

During the time he lived in California, Wyatt participated in the Gold Rush, wrote his memoirs, and became friends with many movie stars, including a young extra named Michael Marion Morrison who, as John Wayne, would model his screen persona after Wyatt.

Wyatt died of prostate cancer in 1929.  William S. Hart and Tom Mix were pallbearers at his funeral.  He was cremated and his ashes buried in a Jewish cemetery because Josie was Jewish.

Nineteen actors have portrayed Wyatt Earp in the movies and on television.




“Bat” Masterson was born in Quebec, Canada and early on changed his name to “William Barclay Masterson” because he hated the name “Bartholomew.”  He had seven siblings.  The family moved from Canada and finally settled in Kansas.

Bat was a buffalo hunter and army scout before his first gunfight in Sweetwater, Texas.  In 1877, he moved to Dodge City where his brothers were lawmen and eventually became a deputy for Wyatt Earp.  Later, he was sheriff of Ford County, Kansas, South Pueblo, Colorado, and marshal of Trinidad, Colorado.  For several years in between, he earned a living as a gambler before visiting his old friend Wyatt in Tombstone and becoming involved in the infamous gunfight.

In 1891, he purchased the Palace Variety Theater in Denver and married actress Emma Walters.  He also managed the Denver Exchange Club.  Bat began writing for George’s Weekly, a sporting newspaper and opened the Olympic Athletic Club to promote boxing.  In 1902, he arrived in New York City where he was appointed deputy marshall of South New York by President Teddy Roosevelt until 1912.

Bat died of a heart attack while working on a column for the New York Daily Telegraph, for whom he was a sportswriter. He is buried in Woodlawn Cemetery in the Bronx. Damon Runyon was one of his honorary pallbearers.

Nine actors have portrayed Bat Masterson and he has been featured in Dell Comics.


“DOC” HOLLIDAY (1851-1887)

John Henry Holliday was born in Griffin, Georgia and grew up in Valdosta.  In 1872, he received a dental degree from Pennsylvania College of Dental Surgery and opened a practice in Atlanta.  He was related to writer Margaret Mitchell, who is said to have based the character of Ashley Wilkes on her tall, blond cousin.  “Doc’s” mother died of tuberculosis when he was 14 and in 1872, he was also diagnosed with the disease which he is believed to have contracted from her.  Given only a few months to live, he moved to the Southwest because of the warmer, drier climate, opening a dental office in Dallas.  Finding no patients who wanted a tubercular dentist, he began to gamble instead. 

Subsequently, he lived in Cheyenne, Denver, and Deadwood, where a hot temper, the drinking he used to control his cough, and a fatalistic attitude as to whether he survived or not, contributed to his gaining a reputation as a gunfighter.  In 1877, he saved Wyatt Earp’s life in a gunfight in Dodge City and the following year, Wyatt returned the favor and a friendship was born.

Perhaps not as popular with the ladies because of his ill health and temper, “Doc” had a long-term relationship with Mary Katherine Hornoy, also known as Big Nose Kate.

Because of his friendship with the Earps, “Doc” was also present during the OK gunfight and was tried with them and acquitted or the subsequent deaths.  Big Nose Kate reported that after the killings he went to his room and wept.  Now dependent on whiskey and laudanum to control his symptoms, “Doc” spent the rest of his life in Colorado, dying at the Glenwood Hotel in Glenwood Springs, at the age of 36.  He was buried the same day in Linwood Cemetery.

Twenty-one actors have portrayed “Doc” Holliday on the screen and TV.

 (Source of this blog from articles on these subjects to be found on the Wikipedia website.)

Blurb for NEBRASKA: Vengeance from Eden, a western written to commemorate Nebraska’s sesquacentennial of statehood:

In the little Texas border town of Rosarita, saloon owner Race Jago is killed by a stranger who has just ridden into town. Arrested and tried for the crime, Luke Brennan refuses to give a motive or defend himself. Because there were twenty-seven witnesses, the judge has no choice but to sentence him to hang.

While Brennan awaits execution, deputy Kipling Wakefield tries to convince his prisoner to tell him the reason he shot Jago in cold blood. Finally, in the late night hours before his sentence is to be carried out, Brennan reluctantly tells Kip his story…of a man’s love for his wife, a father’s desire for revenge, of a hatred destroying two lives…the story of a man who believes there is nothing left for him to do but die, and learns, almost too late, there is always something to live for.


Marietta picked a rose, still curled into a tight bud, placing it in his lapel. “Something to remember me by while you’re travelin’ back to Nebraska,” she said. She looked away quickly, not wanting him to see how thought of his leaving was affecting her.

He touched the rose, wanting more than that memory to take back with him. Taking a deep breath, he said, “Miss Silvestre…”

“Oh, look…” she interrupted, glancing down. There was a dandelion growing out of a crack in the stones. She bent and picked it. “Are you in love, Mr. Brennan? Let’s see.”

She held it under his chin.

“What are you doing?” Brought out of his selfish thoughts, he asked it as he laughed at what he considered her foolishness.

“If you’re in love, the yellow’ll reflect on your skin.” She studied his chin,

thinking how determined it looked as Luke’s mouth tightened into a stern straight line. There was a definite cast of yellow against that sun-darkened flesh.

“Well,” she moved away, feeling a deeper sinking in her heart. “It appears you are.”

He didn’t answer, just thought, To Hell with this foolishness. Tell her! With a fierceness startling them both, Luke caught her by the shoulders, looked into her eyes and

said, “Miss Silvestre, I’ve something to say before I go.”

“Yes, Mr. Brennan?” She might’ve been shocked by his touching her, but Marietta recovered quickly. She stood very still, looking up at him, allowing a slight frown to form as she realized how very intense and serious he’d become.

“I-I just want you to know…that the days I’ve spent here…in your father’s house…with you…have been the…most enjoyable…of my life…” He felt like a locomotive running out of steam, the strength with which he started his declaration deserting him in mid-sentence. “…and…while I  realize I don’t have a chance of ever being anything more than just…a friend to you…” I’m saying it all wrong, damn it, he thought in despair, stammering and stupid-sounding. She’ll think me a fool. He finished, misery in each syllable, “I’ll cherish these moments forever.”

He could hardly believe it when Marietta stepped back, escaping his hands to look up at him and smile, the yellow flower she held sending its glow against her own throat.

“Whatevuh makes you think you don’t have a chance, Mr. Brennan?”


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