Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Writer Wednesday--Linda Winfree

Welcome to Writer's Wednesday. Please welcome Linda Winfree!


He’s nothing she wants…but everything she needs.

 
All I Need – Linda Winfree

Hearts of the South, Book 11

 
Two years after she buried the love of her life, ER physician Savannah Mills remains buried in her work, and keeps her heart under lock and key. But if anyone could tempt her banked desires to come out and play, it’s her neighbor. A couple of casual interactions with the former police officer has her considering a friends-with-benefits arrangement.

 
Emmett Beck is forging a new career after an on-duty shooting nearly cost him everything. His love life has been in cold storage during his recuperation, but when Savannah proposes a no-strings relationship, his body warms to the idea. After all, it’s just sex. What could possibly go wrong?

 
Plenty—once Emmett realizes that hot kisses and steamy nights aren’t enough. And that he’s fallen in love with a woman who intends to never love anyone again.

 
Warning: Contains a younger man determined to be everything his woman needs, in bed and out, and an older woman unafraid to explore her wild side. Also features cops who talk like cops.

 

 

Damn, he hurt tonight. The ache twisted and snarled in his thigh, as though an unseen hand tied the muscles themselves into knots. The incision line itself itched with sharp twinges of intermittent pain. The discomfort made him restless, and he retreated to the back patio to throw punches at the heavy bag until the injured leg refused to hold him any longer. Then he dragged himself to the shower and stood under cool water, rinsing away the sweat and wishing the pain and the memories could be washed away so easily.

 

Afterward, he knocked back a couple more ibuprofen—stomach damage be damned—and took a cold longneck out to the front stoop, to sit in the Adirondack chair by his front door and wait in vain for the pain to simply go away. At least weariness tugged at him, and maybe he’d be able to catch a decent night’s sleep.

 

Head tilted back, he spun the bottle in slow circles on the chair arm and eyed the moths bumping and jostling around the dim ceiling light. Muted laughter, maybe canned sitcom revelry, drifted from the apartment upstairs. In the distance, a siren wailed, and he tensed before he remembered that when the leg cramped like tonight, tightening the muscles only made things worse.

 

Headlights flashed across the complex, and a sporty Mercedes purred into the lot. Security lighting gleamed off black paint as the luxury car came to a stop in the parking spot next to his. The bottle made another slow revolution. Must be the new neighbor he’d heard coming and going the past couple of days.

 

This is what his life had become—a new neighbor with whom he’d never pass more than a couple of words was the major excitement of his days.

On a smile, he sipped at the beer. Maybe his buddies were right—he needed to get out more.

The interior light flashed when the car door opened, illuminating glossy brown hair in a messy knot. The brunette stepped from the car and slung a leather tote over her shoulder. Dark blue medical scrubs skimmed over her tall frame, broad-shouldered and curvy. The car door closed and alarm set, she turned toward the apartment block.

 

While unlocking her door, she flashed Emmett a smile. She was a looker—a full mouth set in a slightly square jaw, pert nose, big eyes. “Hi.”

 

Sultry voice, a little on the husky side. He lifted the bottle in response. “Hey.”

 

Her front door partially open, she crossed the yards between them to extend a hand. “Savannah Mills. It’s good to meet you.”

 

“Emmett Beck.” Her hand, nails short and clean of any polish, was cool against his.

 

She clutched her bag’s strap and waved her other hand toward downtown behind them. “I’m new here and don’t know a lot of people yet. I find it’s valuable to get to know my neighbors. We should grab a beer some time.”

 

He froze with the bottle halfway to his lips. Wow, she came out of the gate quick. Wasn’t like he wasn’t used to that, but it had been a while and he was a different guy now. He’d learned that lesson really well. He dredged up a facsimile of a smile and concentrated on keeping all the bitterness and anger out of his voice, on producing the most even tone he could muster. The fact his love life – or lack thereof – seemed to be a constant subject of local gossip wasn’t her fault.

“Sorry, honey, but I don’t get out much these days.”

 

“I understand.” Her friendly smile widened. “Let me know if that changes. Good night.”

 

She spun on her heel and disappeared inside her apartment. The door closed with a muted snick. He shook his head on a quiet snort and downed the rest of the lukewarm brew. Yeah, he’d blown that for sure. He should have said yes, asked her to join him maybe.

 

Obviously, his hermit status had caused him to lose his mind.

 

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Reading Order -- Hearts of the South
Book 1 -- Truth and Consequences (Jason & Kathleen)
Book 2 -- His Ordinary Life (Del & Barb)
Book 3 -- Hold On To Me (Tick & Caitlin)
Book 4 -- Anything But Mine (Stanton & Autry)
Book 5 -- Memories of Us (Tom & Celia)
Book 6 -- Hearts Awakened (Mark & Tori)
Book 7 -- Fall Into Me (Troy Lee & Angel)
Book 9 -- Uncovered (Ash & Madeline)
Book 8 -- Facing It (Chris & Ruthie, secondary romance -- Harrell & Jennifer)
Book 10 -- Gone From Me (Rob & Amy)

Book 11 -- All I Need (Emmett & Savannah)

 

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How does an English teacher end up plotting murders? She uses her experiences as a cop’s wife to become a writer of romantic suspense! Linda Winfree lives in a quintessential small town with her husband and grand-dog Poe. By day, she teaches English/Language Arts and is an all-round education nerd; by night she pens sultry books full of murder and mayhem.

To learn more about Linda and her books, visit
www.lindawinfreewrites.com, follow her on Twitter @lwinfreewrites, or connect with her on Facebook at http://facebook.com/lindawinfreewrites. You can also contact Linda via email at lindawinfreewrites@gmail.com. 

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