We would like to share with you an excerpt from Margery Scott's Rocky Mountain Guardian. And wow, be sure to give proper appreciation to this very drool worthy cover while you're at it!
Her Rocky Mountain GuardianBy Margery Scott
An unforgivable disappearance…Four years ago, Jennie Brooks and Sheriff Brae Colton were engaged to be married—then Jennie disappeared without a word.Leads to a mysterious reunion…Brae hated Jennie for deserting him just as they were set to begin their life together. But when he finds her badly injured in a hit and run accident on a snowy mountain road, he can’t deny the love he’s never forgotten—until she regains consciousness with no memory of her identity, or what they once shared.Where love holds the key to everything…Brae wants to know why Jennie’s come home. Despite everything, she’s still the woman he fell in love with in high school—the woman he’s falling for again. But when the bullets start flying, his first priority is to protect her and catch her would-be killer. And if they can’t find a way to restore her memory soon, they may both end up dead.
Excerpt:
Jennie gazed out the passenger window as Brae steered the SUV through downtown Eagle Ridge. Ever since they'd left the hospital, he'd been tense, his eyes constantly shifting and taking in the vehicles around them.
"Do you think we're being followed?" she asked finally.
"Probably not, but I don't want any surprises."
She stayed silent then, letting him concentrate. A lock of hair hung over his forehead, and she had an almost irresistible urge to brush it back. The muscles in his face were tense, his lips pressed into a thin line.
Those lips… Her thoughts strayed back to the kiss they'd shared in her hospital room.
Obviously they'd kissed before, and more than likely they'd done a lot more than kiss. She didn't remember those kisses, though. His kiss from a half hour earlier, she'd never forget. Something about the way he held her, the way his mouth slanted over hers, the heat pooling in her belly when his tongue had touched hers…it felt so familiar, so right.
"You look like you're thinking hard," he said, his baritone voice filling the interior of the car.
She felt her cheeks heat. If he only knew where her thoughts had taken her.
"Remembering something?"
Oh, yes. She remembered every detail of the kiss they'd just shared. Although she would like to know whether the memories of his kisses back then were as exciting and breath-stealing as the reality of the one they'd just shared. She doubted that was what he was asking, though.
Jennie gazed out the passenger window as Brae steered the SUV through downtown Eagle Ridge. Ever since they'd left the hospital, he'd been tense, his eyes constantly shifting and taking in the vehicles around them.
"Do you think we're being followed?" she asked finally.
"Probably not, but I don't want any surprises."
She stayed silent then, letting him concentrate. A lock of hair hung over his forehead, and she had an almost irresistible urge to brush it back. The muscles in his face were tense, his lips pressed into a thin line.
Those lips… Her thoughts strayed back to the kiss they'd shared in her hospital room.
Obviously they'd kissed before, and more than likely they'd done a lot more than kiss. She didn't remember those kisses, though. His kiss from a half hour earlier, she'd never forget. Something about the way he held her, the way his mouth slanted over hers, the heat pooling in her belly when his tongue had touched hers…it felt so familiar, so right.
"You look like you're thinking hard," he said, his baritone voice filling the interior of the car.
She felt her cheeks heat. If he only knew where her thoughts had taken her.
"Remembering something?"
Oh, yes. She remembered every detail of the kiss they'd just shared. Although she would like to know whether the memories of his kisses back then were as exciting and breath-stealing as the reality of the one they'd just shared. She doubted that was what he was asking, though.
Margery Scott’s Bio:
As a little girl in Scotland, Margery loved reading the words in books, and using those words even when she had no idea what they meant. Within the pages of those books, she lost herself in the fantasy worlds the authors created. But she had no idea that someone – a real, live person – was writing the stories that enthralled her. And it never occurred to her that she could write stories, too.When her family left Scotland and settled in Canada, she began to write – not stories, but long, rambling letters to her grandparents. Looking back, they were really mini-novels, filled with her adventures and tales of growing up in a new country. In school, she loathed English class. So what was she destined to be?Yes, you guessed it. A writer. It wasn’t until her children left home, that she started writing and seriously pursuing a new career as a published author. These days, she’s lucky enough to be able to combine her love of travel (thanks to her father’s wanderlust) and writing by personally researching the settings in her books. Now, she live on a lake and she’s lucky enough to wake up to a gorgeous view every morning. When she’s not writing, she can usually be found wielding a pair of knitting needles or a pool cue.Oh, and dealing with that wanderlust thing…
http://www.margeryscott.com/
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