As an author, I love to write romance! Maybe because a good romance points me to God, who is forever wooing me to His divine heart.
This is the month when we emphasize love. Candy hearts fill the store shelves. Romantic cards--from the humorous to the endearing--vie for attention on racks.
Wives and girlfriends leave subtle hints on kitchen tables, in lunchboxes, and on pillows.
February is known as the month for reaching out to that special someone with words and acts of love and devotion.
With that in mind, I'm offering the Kindle version of Journey to Judah, a contemporary romance, to one lucky winner who leaves a comment below!
Here's how my JJ hero and heroine first meet . . .
Maggie awoke from a deep sleep to notice the stranger
beside her staring at her. Blushing, she coughed and shifted in her seat.
“Please make sure your tray
table is stowed, your seat is in an upright position, and your seatbelt
securely fastened. We are beginning our descent into Mumbai,” the British
flight attendant announced over the intercom.
Maggie fumbled to obey the
attendant’s directive as the passenger beside her spoke.
“You were sleeping so
long, I thought I might check your pulse,” the handsome man mused. “But just as
I reached for your wrist, you woke up. Hi, my name is Gavin…Gavin Munsfield.”
The congenial young man reached for Maggie’s hand. His square jaw was etched
with five o’clock shadow and his eyes laced with fatigue, yet he smiled with a
warmth Maggie had not felt for days.
Still
groggy, Maggie rubbed her eyes, then reached to shake his hand. “Uh, yes,
uh…nice to meet you. I’m Maggie Osteder.”
“Please remain seated until the
seatbelt sign goes off. Then you may move about the cabin and retrieve your
baggage from the overhead compartments,” the voice interrupted. “Thank you for
flying British Airways. We hope you enjoyed your flight.”
As Maggie pulled her purse
from under the seat, Gavin continued, “So is this your last stop or do you have
a long layover here? In Mumbai, I mean.”
“Long layover,” Maggie replied,
somewhat irritated by the man’s incessant chatter and intrusion into her
private affairs. She was single, a slip of a girl, yet possessing strength that belied her physique.
She had been warned to beware of men who might take advantage of her. Gavin
seemed harmless enough, but she didn’t want to take any chances.
“Ah, excuse me,” Maggie
insisted, stretching for the overhead bin in the jumble of exiting passengers.
She felt pain shoot up her right leg and realized someone had just stepped on
her foot. She hoped this was not a foreshadowing of misfortune ahead. She had
already endured a four-hour layover in London,
misplaced luggage, and a nosy passenger trying to wheedle his way into her
business. All she wanted was to get off the plane, enjoy a hot cup of coffee,
if such a thing existed in Mumbai, and arrive in Chennai in one piece.
Maggie had waited ten years
for this day. Now, at age twenty-five, she was finally on her way to India.
“Perhaps I’ll see you again,”
the towering man quipped, disturbing Maggie’s reminiscence.”
“Excuse me?”
“Who knows? We may run into
each other again,” Gavin persisted as he gathered his camera and backpack and
headed for the exit.
Maggie shook her head. Who IS he, anyway? Brushing her hair
back and straightening her blouse, Maggie stepped off the plane and into the
Mumbai terminal, an entire world apart from anything she had ever encountered. (Excerpt taken from chapter one).
So, leave a comment below for a chance to win! Winner announced on February 14.
