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Yeah, Write! By Lesley Hager
Category:
Romance
Publisher: Wings ePress, Inc.
ISBN-10: 1597055514
Type: Fiction
Pages: 349
Copyright: November 1, 2010
ISBN-13: 9781597055512
Sam Montgomery is stuck in a boring job and with a string of bad relationships under her belt, isn’t where she imagined she would be at this point in her life. Additionally, she has to cope with the sudden death of her beloved grandfather who passed away just weeks after beginning to investigate a letter belonging to his mother—a letter which only fuels questions about his mother’s mysterious past and why she suddenly fled her homeland of Ireland in the middle of the night nearly eighty years ago.
Sam, desperate for some much needed relaxation after the past several months of grieving her grandfather’s death and her unlucky in love past, heads away on her annual girl’s beach trip with her best friend, Kate Mason, only to discover what awaits her at the beach is far from relaxing. When she, a charming Irishman named Sean and an angry red-headed woman cross paths, Sam finds her sanity slowly spinning out of control as she stumbles her way through a mission which takes her across the Atlantic Ocean in search of love and answers to her family’s puzzling history.
Coincidence is available for purchase at www.wings-press.com
Will be available on Amazon, Fictionwise, etc. later this month.
Excerpt
I walked over to the bed and sat down and opened one of the nightstand’s drawers. It was empty except for one photograph, folded in two, right down the middle. I opened it up and saw it was a photograph of Sean and Kevin, both smiling ear to ear and they looked so happy. What happened to this family? I wondered what exactly had caused the rift. Based on the O'Conners’ argument this morning, it was evident that it was something bad. I just didn’t know what.
I gathered that I was sitting on Patricia’s side of the bed. Judging from what I heard Martin say this morning about Sean, I couldn’t imagine him having this photo in the nightstand. I looked at it, gently running my finger down the photo over Sean’s face. There it was—the face that had been in my every thought and dream since I had first laid eyes on it nearly three weeks ago.
I shoved the photo in my pocket and began making my way out of their private living space. Just as I walked out of their bedroom into their sitting room, I heard the front door open.
“Hurry up, Martin. I can’t believe ye left yer hat. Ye never go anywhere without that stupid hat!” Patricia called from the front door. Martin’s quick footsteps approached their room. I froze in fear and looked around for a place to hide.
As he got closer, I ducked into the bedroom just as he entered their sitting room.
“I’m jist gonna check on Samantha again to make sure she’s alright,” Patricia yelled.
Martin turned back towards the door. “Leave that poor
gerl alone. Yer pesterin’ her ti death, Pat! Let her git some rest! Come here and help me find me hat, please.”
Grateful that their bedroom was on the first floor, I shoved open the bedroom window. Just as Martin finished yelling at Patricia, I fell to the ground below. “Ouch,” I whispered as I landed on a bed of shrubbery. I just barely made it away before seeing the light switch on from their bedroom. The prickly shrubs scratched my exposed skin; however, I didn’t dare move. I didn’t want Martin to hear or see me lying outside of their bedroom window. There would be no good way to explain this. As the pain of my new scratches from the shrubs added to the pain of my bruises from my fall from the
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