A Slower, Lower Leap
Book 3, Slower Lower series
Rebel Ink Press
February 17, 2013
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Blurb:
When you’re the last man
standing…
Not only was Logan Delaney the last of his
siblings to remain unmarried and unsettled, his entire family believed he’d
never find a wife. The baby of eight, he’s been dubbed an irresponsible player
and told he’ll never amount to a hill of beans. And at one time, Logan may have
been okay with those descriptions, but no more. On a quest to prove his worth,
he’s spent the entire summer learning the family business, staying in at night,
and saving his money. And if his family would stop meddling in his affairs and
trying to dictate who he should and shouldn’t be seeing, he might just show
them he’s found the one, Lizzy Jenkins.
And have a bad reputation to
blame…
Elizabeth Jenkins had always
known Logan Delaney existed, but he’d never so much as turned one glance her
way until she handed him his butt on a silver platter in three sentences or
less over the phone. After that it seemed at every turn there he was and the
more she resisted the heat building between them, the bigger the fire got.
Until his family interfered. And why wouldn’t they? Between Logan’s legacy and
her baggage, they were a disaster in the making.
Can you be trusted with a fragile
heart?
But Logan doesn’t run when he finds out about Colby. In
fact, he embraces Lizzy’s special needs son and defies the advice of everyone
urging him to leave Lizzy alone. But after one moment of weakness, Logan finds
himself knee deep in a marriage complete with the little boy whose father
bailed before his birth and Lizzy’s grandfather, who needs constant care as
well. Then there's the man who just
might be the demise of it all.
Excerpts, please choose one:
Excerpt 1:
With a mixture of emotions
swirling through her, Lizzy watched the same storm overtake Logan’s features
which was brewing inside her. A veritable lightning bolt passed between them as
soon as he’d touched her. She knew she’d always been attracted to Logan, but
the instant heat still scalding her skin from his fingers left her unsettled.
It was but a mere couple of hours prior she was trying to convince herself she
could do with some sort of quickie sexual gratification, although she’d
admitted it could never be with Logan, and now she wanted nothing more and the
door to her emotions was wide open leaving her vulnerable and believing maybe
they could have both. And just as she was trying to tell herself to stop
trusting the lies her deprived body was concocting, Logan decided to try to
convince her he might be interested in more as well.
Where was Logan the player and
who was the imposter sitting across the table from her who could probably talk
her right into his bed with one sentence or less and keep her coming back
heartbreak on the horizon or not?
As her pulse
slowed a bit, she turned to look at Colby and reminded herself why she couldn’t
be playing horizontal Twister with anyone let alone Logan. And she sure
couldn’t go letting Colby think there was a reason to get too comfortable
around him. He seemed to like Logan and the Delaney herd of kids and she didn’t
want him getting his feelings hurt because she couldn’t control her hormonal
urges. What if she made the mistake of screwing Logan’s brains out, things
didn’t work out, and that made it awkward to be coming around anymore? This was
the first time anyone had really taken them in and welcomed them
unconditionally and she didn’t want to rob Colby of it.
Excerpt 2:
Lizzy watched Colby make yet
one more circle around the living room with his arms spread and sighed in
frustration. He was oblivious to the disruption he was causing which only added
to her exacerbation with the situation. How could she possibly be angry with
him when he didn’t grasp the concept of time or what it did to her nerves when
his unscheduled moments of innocence hampered what should have been her
scheduled life? And it surely wasn’t his fault he was the way he was or that
he’d even been conceived at all for that matter. No, his conception was wholly
her fault and she’d been paying for it for nearly six years. Alone.
But the truth was, no matter
how many times she kicked herself for believing whispered promises in a back
seat and guilt swamped her even though medical science would argue it was
nothing she’d done to make him this way, Lizzy loved her little boy more than
life itself. There were days, though.
Like today, she wanted to sit
and cry until there were no more tears left then cry some more. Rarely was it,
though, Lizzy had time for such frivolities as tears. What time wasn’t taken up
with Colby’s care was spent at her job as the assistant officer manager at the
farmer’s market, somewhere she had no intention of working a lifetime and which
brought her to yet another responsibility on her list. School. When she wasn’t
working or caregiving, Lizzy was an almost full-time student and watched the
sun rise on a new day without sleep having studied all night more than once. In
a word, she was not only exhausted physically, she was just plain tired. Never
in her life would she have imagined being twenty-three and feeling so defeated.
What she wouldn’t give for one
night of freedom. One night filled with beers and dancing. Maybe even some hot
sweaty sex in the form of someone who would disappear the next day and not look
back. Well, that and not leave her knocked up. Alone was fine, with another
baby to tend to by herself, not so much.
Of course she had no idea how
to go about this stranger for one night sex. The closest she came to any man
was when they made deliveries to the market or they drove their grandfathers to
the Senior Center for bingo and hung around waiting for the old farts to get
tired of dotting cards and fighting the caller over what had come out as B-five
but was mistook for B-nine because someone’s hearing aid battery was running
low. And although they all knew
her fairly
well, they avoided her for the most part because of which grandfather she
dropped off at bingo. Thank God none of them knew Michael Silcox was the one
who’d left her high and dry with a special needs child, not exactly prime bait
to fish with in the pond of hooking up. Her name associated with his would only
add fuel to the stay away from Lizzy fire as his family owned most of
Georgetown.
Bio:
Lila Munro currently
resides on the coast of North Carolina with her husband and their two
four-legged kids. She’s a military wife with an empty nest and takes much of
her inspiration for her heroes from the marines she’s lived around for the past
fifteen years. Coining the term realmantica, she strives to produce quality
romance in a realistic setting. Her genre of choice is contemporary romance
that spans everything from the sensual softer read to BDSM and ménage. When
she’s not writing, she enjoys reading everything she can get her hands on,
trips to the museum and aquarium, taking field research trips, and soaking up
the sun on the nearby beaches. Her works include The
Executive Officer’s Wife, Bound By Trust, Three for Keeps, the Force Recon
series, the Slower Lower series, the Identity series, and the Private
Collection. Currently she is working on two new series set to release summer of
2013, the At Your Service line and the Steele Image line. She’s a member in good standing of RWA. Ms.
Munro loves to hear from her readers and can be found at Realmantic
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