Friday, February 17, 2017

The Baby Maker by Margaret Tanner - Get your #Romance today! #HEA #LoveStories

His name and his money are the only things war hero, Tye Jamieson, can offer Jenny McKenzie and their unborn child.
Tye is an expert at making babies, but not of the human variety. His babies are sophisticated fighter planes. Now that he has made a real baby, he is desperate to protect it if his secret mission into war-torn Iraq goes bad.
When tragedy strikes, will Jenny be able to forgive him for the way he has deceived her?

“God, you’re beautiful.”  Feather-light, his fingers stroked her cheek. “If I’d met you ten years ago, I might have married you.”
“I,” she nearly said love you, “think you’re incredibly attractive.”
“Yeah, well, I’m too selfish and cynical for someone brought up the way you were.  You’re a giver, a sincere, compassionate person.  You feel things for people.  Me, I take what I want and to hell with everyone else.”
“It isn’t true.  You risked your life flying that plane out of the residential areas.”
He gave a short, sharp laugh, devoid of humor. “I weighed the odds, took my chances and it paid off. It was dangerous.” He shrugged. “But I’ve always been reckless.  I’m addicted to the adrenalin rush. A quiet suburban life isn’t for me; that’s one of the reasons why there’s no future for us together.  You couldn’t live in my world, and I wouldn’t want to live in yours.  Let’s face it, the only thing we’ve got going for us is sexual chemistry.”
She almost told him that for a start, it would be enough, but stopped herself in case she sounded desperate.
He suddenly stood up.  “Goodbye, Jenny.” He strode from the room, forcing himself not to glance back.
Too many things had happened to him in the past that he couldn’t tell her about. Too many things might happen in the future that he dared not tell her. He couldn’t expose her to danger.  He cared too much.  There – he finally admitted it to himself. 
He wanted sex with her.  Oh, God, to feel that soft white body trembling under his. To taste and smell the scent of her arousal.  To fire up the passion he knew she was capable of with the right man. 
She didn’t have much experience, a few fumbled, unsatisfactory sessions with some youth in the back of a car, most probably.  He wanted to show her what it could be like between a man and a woman. Wanted to pet and play with her.  Make wild, rapturous love for hours on end.
He couldn’t break her heart, and heartache was all he could offer. He wanted to yell out with the regret for what might have been, before he became mixed up in the dangerous, murky world of   espionage.
EXCERPT 4 – Adult
She hadn’t even reached the letterbox when there was a tremendous bang. She swung around and a shocking sight met her eyes.  It was horrific.  The Littles’ ramshackle house had erupted into a fireball.  She raced back but the flames were fierce, all consuming, the heat so intense it stopped her dead in her tracks.
“Mrs. Little, George.”  She started screaming and couldn’t stop.  She ran back and forth in front of the burning house like a crazy woman. She had to get in.  Had to do something.
Suddenly there was a massive explosion and the house was blown to smithereens.  Pieces of burning rubble shot upward and outward. Mesmerized, she watched what looked like the burning leg of a table hurtling toward her. For a split second she froze.  The sudden pain in her forehead was excruciating, felling her instantly and she felt her head slam onto the concrete path.
“What’s your name, Miss?” A voice kept repeating.
She tried to open her eyes but couldn’t. Who was she? She didn’t know and didn’t really care. All she wanted to do was keep her eyes closed, and shut out the sight of a fiery inferno. Maybe she had died and gone down to hell. To burn for all eternity, but she couldn’t remember being bad, couldn’t remember anything much.
She felt herself being lifted up. Perhaps she was on her way to heaven instead.  Heaven or hell she thought, wondering why she hovered between the two places.  The Devil and God obviously couldn’t decide which one of them wanted her most.  She started laughing, strange having two such deities fighting over her.
Finally, she opened her eyes and the world no longer appeared topsy-turvy, but her tongue was stuck to the roof of her mouth, her throat parched.
“You awake now?”
“Mm.” It was hard keeping her eyes open when the lids felt like they were glued together. “Am I dead?”
“No, but you’ve sustained severe head trauma,” the disemboweled male voice said.  “We’re keeping you in the police hospital for observation.”
“Oh?” She blinked several times until her eyes focused.  “You’re a policeman?  Did I break the law?”
“You tell me, Miss.”
Two others suddenly joined the one policeman.
“This chick’s off her face, probably high on drugs?” one of the newcomers said.
Did she take drugs? It was all too much effort, she would rather close her eyes and go back to sleep.
“Wake up,” an irate male voice snapped in her ear.  “We’ve got some questions for you, lady.”
She opened her eyes and an older policeman started jabbing her in the shoulder. “We’ve wasted enough time. Who the hell are you? Who paid you to do it?”
Who was she? She grappled to remember, but couldn’t. “I, I don’t know.”
“Crap,” her interrogator snarled.  “A night in the cells with the other junkies might jog your memory and loosen your tongue.”

Author Bio

Margaret Tanner is an award winning, multi-published Australian author, who writes Contemporary Romance, Historical Romance and Western Romance. She loves delving into the pages of history as she carries out research for her historical romance novels. No book is too old or tattered for her to trawl through, no museum too dusty. Many of her novels have been inspired by true events, with one being written around the hardships and triumphs of her pioneering ancestors in frontier Australia. She once spent a couple of hours in an old goal cell so she could feel the chilling cold and fear.
Her favorite historical period is the 1st World War, and she has visited the battlefields in France and Belgium, a truly poignant experience.
With the encouragement of friend and Western Romance author, Susan Horsnell, she has fallen in love with writing Western Historical Romance.  Frontier Australia and frontier America, have many similarities, isolated communities, a large single male population and a lack of eligible women.
Margaret has a short story published in the Western Romance Anthology, Rawhide ‘N Roses which was a 2015 Rone Finalist.
Margaret was also thrilled and excited to be invited to contribute a novella in the ground breaking series American Mail Order Brides. 50 brides from 50 different States in America, from 45 different authors. Her contribution is Edwina – Bride of Connecticut, Book No. 5 in the series.
Margaret is married and has three grown up sons, and a gorgeous little granddaughter.
Outside of her family and friends, writing is her passion.

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