Smith, Rebecca Lee: A Shadow on the Ground
A Shadow on the Ground
by Rebecca Lee Smith
Morgan Maguire is afraid to believe in second chances. The family orchard is failing, her twin brother is being framed for murder, and the sharks are circling. The tough exterior she’s spent years hiding behind is beginning to crumble, just as the man who shattered her heart is back in her life. Gage Kirkland is as compelling and magnetic as ever, and he’s offering the kind of help she may not be able to refuse. But can she trust him?
To finance his troubled son’s therapy, Gage, a former investigator, takes one last job–recovering a stolen Civil War artifact. Unfortunately, it’s in the possession of the woman he left behind, the woman who’s haunted his dreams ever since. The electricity between them still crackles, but unless he helps exonerate her brother and finds a way to confess his true reason for returning, how will he ever recover Morgan’s heart?
“Stay where you are!” Morgan cried. “I have a weapon!”
Gage didn’t move. Beneath the mercury vapor lamp, his shadow stretched across the ground in front of him like a dark crack in the earth.
“Morgan.” His low baritone sounded distorted and gruff, as if his voice had pushed her name through the thick night air. “It’s Gage.”
“What are you doing here?”
He stepped forward and cupped his hand over his eyes to shield them from the glare. Beneath the light, all he could make out was her silhouette standing on the porch. If her weapon of choice was a loaded gun, and it was pointed at him, he hoped she knew what she was doing.
“I asked you a question,” she said.
“I’m here to beg a favor.”
“Well, that’s easy. The answer is no.”
“Look,” he said. “I get that you don’t want to see me. I understand. But I can’t change the past.”
“Neither can I. Go away.”
“I don’t care what you need. Get back in your car and drive toward the mountain. Or off the mountain. Your choice.”
“Not a good time to stop by, huh?”
A long, silent pause. “No, Gage, this isn’t a good time. This is a terrible time. The only thing that could make this time any worse was if I was covered head-to-toe with poison oak and had scarfed down the Fried Clam Special at Maxie’s Diner. I can’t talk to you right now. I can’t talk to anybody.”
He edged closer. “I know you’ve had a bad day, but please, hear me out.”
“A bad day?” She laughed harshly. “This just keeps getting better and better.”
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Rebecca lives with her husband in the beautiful, misty mountains of East Tennessee, where the people are charming, soulful, and just a little bit crazy. She’s been everything from a tax collector to a stay-at-home mom to a house painter to a professional actress and director. When she’s not churning out sensual romantic mysteries with snappy dialogue and happy endings, she likes to travel, go to the Outer Banks for her ocean fix, watch old movies, hang out at the local pub, and make her day complete by correctly answering the Final Jeopardy! question.
Twitter – @rbeccaleesmith
Amazon Author Page – http://amzn.to/1aEqJo4
Buy link for digital – http://amzn.to/1chj56X
Buy link for paperback – will get after November 29, 2013
Have you written a book you can’t get published?
The first book I sold was the fifth book I wrote. So, yes. I have several lurking in the drawer. One of them has gotten close a couple of times, but I’ve never been able to place it. For the romance market, it contains too much mystery and not enough romance. Vice versa for the mystery genre. One day, I might go back and rewrite it then start sending it out again. I still really love the characters and the plot, and I think I’m a better writer now than when I first wrote it.
If we were to come to your house for a meal, what would you give us to eat?
I’m a pretty standard, no-frills Southern cook, but I can make a mean lasagna. When my kids were growing up, they requested it for dinner four years in a row for Christmas Eve. On the fifth year, I said, “Lasagna?” And they said, “Works for us.” I can also make an apricot nectar cake that is to die for, and I am not a baker. My mother spent her life looking for the perfect pound cake recipe, and never found it. My son is a chef, and a wonderful, creative cook, so it’s nice to know I didn’t pass along my defective culinary genes to him.
Are you a romantic?
Definitely. I write romance novels; I read romance novels; I watch romantic movies. I’m a sucker for a happy ending, and always believe in my heart there can be one for the hero and heroine even when the odds seem impossible. I’m also a little swoony about love. And I fantasize a lot.
Do you listen to music when you’re writing?
Mostly smooth jazz and movie soundtracks. They let my imagination soar without intruding too much as long as they’re instrumentals. When I’m editing, I do better when the house is deadly quiet and I can concentrate. When I can’t take the silence anymore, I put on some Annie Lennox, crank it up, and take a break.
Do you ever read your stories out loud?
Always. It’s the only way I can tell if the dialogue sounds realistic. And I’ve found all kinds of typos doing that, too. Plus, I have a theater background, and I’m used to listening to the spoken word. If I say a sentence out loud, I can hear where the comma needs to go.
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