The annual NJRW “Put Your Heart in a Book” Conference is less than a month away! To help share our excitement, we’ll shine the spotlight on one of our Golden Leaf finalists each day until the conference.
The Golden Leaf is awarded annually for excellence in romance fiction by authors who are NJRW members or in Romance Writers of America (RWA) Region One. Winners will be announced during the NJRW Put Your Heart in a Book Conference held October 18-19, 2013.
Spotlight on Romantic Suspense: “China Blue,” by Kat Attalla (Books We Love)
In the past decade, Ryan had thought about her many times: The sad young girl with the magnificent eyes. So he wasn’t prepared for the woman who opened the door. Her eyes were that same bright blue, but the rest of her bore little resemblance to the skinny teenager in that hospital bed. Her hair had grown back and fell below her shoulders in thick black waves. Denim jeans molded long legs and a fitted tee shirt revealed a hint of cleavage at the scoop neck. But her most striking feature was the rifle cradled in her arms.
“Can I help you?”
His jaw dropped before he could stop it. Her voice vibrated with a husky timbre that sounded like a sexy whisper.
“Are you all right?” she asked. Her brow arched in question but no spark of recognition registered in her expression.
“I’m fine, but my jeep is in a ditch. Those deer are a menace.”
“They probably think the same about you. Why the heck were you out driving in this weather?” A lightning bolt split the sky, emphasizing her point. The timely display of Mother Nature brought a small smile to her lips that warmed him despite the wet clothes sticking to his body.
“I was looking for the Hancock Hunting Camp.”
She tightened her grip on the gunstock. “Why?”
“According to their flyer, they rent beds on a monthly basis.”
He pulled the soggy paper from his jacket pocket and handed it to her.
“Are these things still around? It’s more than three years old. They’re out of business.”
He expelled a grunt of frustration. “Are you telling me I lost my jeep in a ravine for nothing?”
She shook her head and a cloud of ebony hair settled around her face. “Pretty much.”
“I can’t seem to get a cell signal. Do you have a phone I could use to call a tow truck?”
“I have a phone, but you can’t use it.”
For a shocked moment, he couldn’t think of anything to say. Instead, he was gaping like an idiot. So much for his brilliant plan!
“You can’t use it because the phone lines are down. The electric, too.”
Good luck to Kat and all our Golden Leaf finalists!
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