Romantic Reads in February by Mae Clair
February by Mae Clair
romance is far from over. February overflows with bouquets of roses, boxes of
chocolates, sparkling jewelry and sugary hearts. Whether you’re in the chilly
northeast like me and want to cuddle up with your guy, or enjoying warm weather
in a breezy climate, it’s easy to get swept up in all things romantic.
guy who makes me swoon and a heroine who leaves me cheering. I worked hard to
create characters who would live up to those ideas in my paranormal/time travel
romance, WEATHERING ROCK.
Union Army during the Civil War. He’s a man accustomed to being in charge, who
is used to and having others respond to his orders without question.Shortly
after the Battle of Gettysburg, he’s transported to the 21st Century
by a shower of ball lightning. When the novel opens, he’s already been living
in the present for three years, hunting for the man who doomed him to life as a
Caleb finds himself at the whim of a curse he’s powerless to resist–while
facing the challenges of a new and confusing century. He has a highly defined
sense of right and wrong; is noble at heart, but conflicted by what he’s
heroine, and suddenly he’s battling a different set of feelings. Romantic
feelings. The path to true love and an HEA is never smooth, but these two have
enormous odds stacked against them!
description, I hope you’ll consider adding WEATHERING ROCK to your
romantic-reads list. Here’s an excerpt to whet your appetite.
flaringpure silver when he looked at her. “I was studying the moon.”
Moonlight and ahandsome man were a notoriously fatal combination. “I’ve always
thought full moonswere magical.”
It’s already startedto wane. You just can’t tell by the naked eye.” He tugged
at his collar. Sweat clung to hischeeks, prompting him to thumb open another
button on his shirt.
mind wonderedwhat it would be like to free the remaining buttons. She could
almost feel the heatedtouch of his flesh beneath her fingertips as she slowly
worked her way to his waist.Disturbed, she jerked her hand from his. A hot
flush crept up her neck.
moon. It made her
tensed at theinformal contact, surprised when it streaked through her like a
bolt of lightning. Weak-kneedand stunned, she tried to retreat.
mirroring the smoky
His voice grew low and
impossible to thinkstraight when he stood so near, his presence engulfing her
in a sizzling wall of heat.
She barely had time to
and eager, leaving her
WEATHERING ROCK at:
Clair opened a Pandora’s Box of characters when she was a child and never
looked back. Her father, anartist who tinkered with writing, encouraged
her to create make-believe worlds by spinning tales of far-off places on summer
nights beneath the stars. She snagged the tail of a comet, hitched a ride, and
discovered her writer’s Muse on the journey.
Mae loves creating
character-driven fiction in settings that vary from contemporary to mythical.
Wherever her pen takes her, she flavors her stories with conflict, romance and
elements of mystery. Married to
her high school sweetheart,she lives in Pennsylvania and is passionate about
writing, old photographs, a good Maine lobster tail and cats.
Discover more about Mae on her website and
blog at www.MaeClair.com