Think Sandra Bullock meets country hunk. Wacky fresh and funny characters stranded in a Smoky Mountain snowstorm three days before Christmas.
Excerpt
Hank's baby blues smoldered, while six feet of masculinity ambled toward her, bringing him within inches of her comfort zone. The fireplace crackled, and its glowing warmth filled the short distance between them. Hank's nearness proved the burning logs weren't the only things that heated up the room.
With Hank that close, the faint aroma of fresh air radiated as Tina inhaled. Not even a hint of cologne for this man. He didn't need it.
His gaze locked on hers as he began to remove the wood…slow and easy from her arms. One at a time, he lowered the logs to the floor. His magnetic gaze never wavered. The attention hypnotized her. Her breath took a break and her pulse raced faster than a dog chasing a rabbit.
Isn't this something? Even at her age, the crazy experience was strong and unexpected—something to tuck away for future reference. Tina wrapped her mind around the moment, and held it close.
Her breath caught in her throat. She was in trouble. Man trouble.
A short story of mine was included in an anthology of short fiction by fourteen of Port Town Publishing Company's authors. It is out of print and no longer available except as a download. Contact me at charlenetess@yahoo.com if you want it.
Christmas - only days away; plastic snowmen and glowing reindeer adorn the lawns of neighborhoods all across America. All is calm, all is bright, and yet there is something tragically wrong about this Christmas night.
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