Thursday Threads

Welcome to a new feature here at A Writer’s Haven. I will be taking part in Thursday Threads as Part of the Soul Mate Authors Group.  Each week we will be featuring a different Soul Mate Author. this week welcome Becky Lower, Author of Blame It On The Brontes.

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BLAME IT ON THE BRONTES by Becky Lower

 

Genre Contemporary Romance

 

Heat Level: Sensual

 

 

Three separate love stories intertwine around a central theme, as fractious sisters Charlotte, Emily and Anne Bronson, each in her forties, are in Puffin Bay, ME for their mother’s funeral. Each is ready to sink their claws into the fortune their mother left behind. But their mother has other plans. Her substantial fortune won’t be divided until the trio return to their childhood home and live together for a year. It’s a request that pits sister against sister but could unite them in a common goal to find the friendship they shared as children, to create a family jewelry business and to win over the men of Puffin Bay. They have a year to figure it all out.

 

 

Excerpt

Anne Bronson pressed her foot on the gas pedal, trying to ignore the little red light on the dashboard—the one highlighting the E on her gas gauge. She willed the rental moving truck to make it up the next hill, hunching over the steering wheel to help with the climb. No good gas-guzzling piece of crap. Anne directed the truck to the side of the road. There should have been plenty of fuel to get to the house.

If she hadn’t already maxed out her credit card, she would have gladly paid professionals to move her from New York to Maine. But here she was, driving her own belongings north, and out of gas. Her stomach knotted even tighter. She had an inheritance at stake. Eighteen minutes till midnight. Damn.

Hauling her purse behind her, she climbed out of the truck. She kicked a tire and let out a half-hearted scream at the damage her instinctive motion caused her black leather Manolo Blahniks. Tapping her fingernails against her teeth, she peered up and down the dark road. No headlights. No life. No sound.

She fished into her purse for her cell phone and stared at it. No signal, of course. With a deep sigh, she wrestled with her old suitcase with its wonky wheel and strapped her oversized purse across her body as she began to climb the rest of the way up the incline. Two miles to the house. She had eighteen minutes to get there. In six-inch heels.

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/beckylowerauthor

Twitter: https://twitter.com/BeckyLower1

Blog: http://beckylowerauthor.blogspot.com

Website: http://www.beckylowerauthor.com

Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/authorbeckyl/

 

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Blame-Brontes-ebook/dp/B00CLVACYA

 

Soul Mate: http://www.soulmatepublishing.com/blame-it-on-the-brontes/

 

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