Perfectly Unpredictable Blurb:
Falling
in love is Perfectly Unpredictable …
Kalia
Beck always dreamed of starting a family, living in a house with a white picket
fence, and finding her soul mate. Just not in that order. Kalia is coping with
an unplanned pregnancy when she learns the father has passed away. She soon
finds out that single parenthood isn’t easy, especially when the only thing
that soothes the baby is the guitar-playing of a reluctant and reclusive
next-door neighbor.
Mack
Challen, lead guitarist in a rock and roll band, knows it takes a village to
raise a child. He just doesn't think there's a village big enough to help “gay
momma” and her screaming baby.
Kalia
and Mack aren't looking for love and aren't ready for each other, but when the
future unfolds, it’s … Perfectly Unpredictable.
Perfectly
unpredictable moments touch your heart the most.
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Bio
Linda
O’Connor started writing a few years ago when she needed a creative outlet
other than subtly rearranging the displays at HomeSense. It turns out she loves
writing romantic comedies and has a few more stories to tell. When not writing,
she’s a physician at an Urgent Care Clinic (well, even when she is writing
she’s a physician, and it shows up in her stories :D ). She hangs out at www.lindaoconnor.net.
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#RomanticTravel Idea – I visited Nice, France and
thought it was very romantic. Blue skies, beautiful beaches, palm trees swaying
in a warm breeze, and stunning landscape. Just gorgeous and very romantic.
Perfectly Unpredictable Excerpt
Kalia
pounded on her neighbor’s front door with her free hand. The other cradled a
screaming Mani. In the last fifteen days, except for the past three, the
neighbor had played his guitar from six until eight every night. And soothed
Mani. It was the only thing that worked to calm the colic. No amount of
rocking, walking, or singing worked to soothe the baby like fifteen minutes of
guitar music. It was faintly amazing and fairly irritating that Kalia had to
depend on the neighbor’s guitar playing.
He
was home. She knew he was home. There was a new car in the driveway, and she
could hear voices. So why wasn’t he answering the door? She pounded again.
The
door swung open, and Kalia yelped at the suddenness of it. Mani screamed
louder.
Mack
frowned at them. “What?” he asked tersely.
Kalia
groaned inwardly. It was the first time she had seen the neighbor close up. Six
foot two, short dark hair with a sexy scruff, broad shoulders in a dark
T-shirt, slim hips covered in worn sexy jeans, bare feet, and angry green eyes.
Great. Just what she needed. A pissed-off lifeline. “Hi. I live next door. I
need you to play guitar,” she said in a rush above Mani’s wailing.
“What?”
His eyebrows winged up, and he put his hands on his hips.
“Why
aren’t you playing guitar? You play guitar every night at this time.”
He
shook his head. “I have company.”
“Well,
you’re very good at guitar. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind listening to it for a
few minutes.” Mani screamed louder. Desperate, Kalia strode in, noting that the
layout to his home was the same as hers. Getting a fleeting impression of dark
colors and sparse furniture, she moved past him into the living room. “Hello,”
she said to the gorgeous brunette curled up on the dark leather sofa. “Would
you mind very much if . . . he,” she gestured vaguely, realizing that she
wasn’t sure of his name, “played guitar for a few minutes? Just a few minutes.
It won’t take long.”
Mack
followed her in. “Renee, this is my neighbor, half of the gay couple that lives
next door, and her screaming baby,” he said wryly.
Kalia’s
eyebrows shot up. “Yup, that’s me. The lesbian from next door,” she said with
some chagrin. Is that what the neighborhood thought? She was living under a rock. “And we just need a little guitar music if
you don’t mind.” She spied two guitars leaning on stands across the room and
waved in their direction. “Whichever works.” Time’s a wastin’.
Thank you for sharing. Nice is a place I'd love to visit,
Tina
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Thanks for hosting me Tina!
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