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New Release! A CONVENIENT ENGAGEMENT by Amy Valentini

A CONVENIENT ENGAGEMENT

 A Contemporary Romance

 Amy Valentini

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New Release!

Available Now in print and ebook at Amazon

Read for Free at Kindle Unlimited

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Sometimes fate has other ideas…

Feeling like her world is falling apart, the last thing Eden Murphy needs is to discover her new neighbor is the only guy in high school she ever had a crush on and who humiliated her. 

Starting fresh in a new city, a new job, and discovering a beautiful new neighbor across the hall, Will Trask hopes his future is bright and on track. 

When they discover being single seems to be holding them back in their careers, Will comes up with a temporary solution. Pretend to be engaged. At first, Eden rejects the idea but then she sees an added benefit to his scheme—get what she wants at work and maybe exact a bit of revenge on him. 

But sometimes the best-laid plans can go awry. Eden gets to know the real Will and things go far beyond a convenient engagement.

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Excerpt:

When the sound of her door buzzer dragged Eden Murphy from her sleep, she cursed the day she had ever thought living in a trendy neighborhood in DC would be fun. Trying to sleep in was difficult enough with the sounds of normal activities in the neighborhood on a late summer Sunday morning here in Georgetown but after a late night working, she was not in the mood for much more.

The buzzer sounded again. With a growl, she threw off her covers and climbed from her bed. No friend of hers would ever dream of showing up at her door unannounced so she could only imagine it was someone selling something or wanting a donation. She neither wanted to buy anything or make a donation so they’d better stop leaning on her buzzer.

“All right, all right,” she muttered as she pulled on a pair of shorts beneath the over-sized T-shirt she preferred to sleep in.

Stumbling barefoot across the small living space of her overpriced apartment, she stubbed her toe on the leg of her coffee table and cursed as she hopped on one foot. When she reached the front door, she leaned against it and rubbed her throbbing toe. The buzzer sounded again with such an urgency she began to worry if the building was on fire.

Peeking through the security keyhole, she saw the back of a head and then suddenly a wide eye as the person on the other side of the door peered back at her through the hole. The buzzer sounded again.

Stepping back from the door, she wasn’t sure if she should open it or not.

“Who’s there?” she called out through the door.

“Will, I’m your new neighbor,” a male voice came through in a loud whisper. “I presume you’re the concerned neighbor who left me this note.”

Suddenly, a piece of paper covered the peephole.

Crap! He didn’t sound happy about my suggestion of what to do with his trash.

She hadn’t met her new neighbor yet but knew someone had finally moved into Greta Charles’s apartment because there had been an ever-growing stack of boxes outside the unit’s door for the past three days. She’d barely been able to get past them when she returned home last night and when she got no response after ringing his doorbell as well as knocking, she left him a note.

She opened the door. She’d only planned to open it enough to ask him what he wanted but the man grabbed the door and pushed his way into her apartment, shutting it behind him.

“Excuse me,” she exclaimed as she took several steps back and looked around for something to use as a weapon. “How dare you? What do you want?”

The man walked to the center of her living area and turned to face her. He was tall, muscularly lean and rather good-looking in a disheveled, slept in his suit kind of unshaven way. His brown hair with tale-tell sun-streaks in it was sticking out around his head as if he’d had a rough night and had just climbed out of bed as well. He also looked somewhat familiar but that was impossible since she’d never seen him before.

“I arrived home this morning to find this,” he said holding out the note she did recognize.

Suddenly, he seemed to perk up, came to his full height which was easily a few inches over six feet and stuck his hand out.

“Hi, I’m Will,” he said with a far too charming smile and twinkle in his blue eyes she’d come to recognize well as belonging to a man on the prowl.

Before she had a chance to respond, the buzzer sounded again. When it did, Will hurried back to look through the peephole then turned to look down at her. “Um…can I use your bathroom?”

“What is going on?” she asked pushing past him and looking through the peephole.

Standing on the other side of the door was a woman. She was glancing around and when she faced the door, Eden recognized the look of a woman in a not very good mood. She sighed and turned to confront her new neighbor but found him gone.

Coward.

Yep, she had pegged him right. Her new neighbor was a player and she wanted nothing to do with him or his drama. She opened the door.

“Oh, hi…I…well, sorry to bother you but I was looking for the guy who lives across the way. I think his name is Bill or Will,” the girl said with a shrug. “I’m looking for the no good son of a bitch. Do you know if he’s been home yet?”

“Um…well,” Eden said then glanced over her shoulder to see the guy in question peeking around the doorframe to her bedroom. “I don’t know the guy but maybe you’d like to come in and leave him a note or something.”

She nearly burst out laughing when he started waving at her and shaking his head.

“Or maybe have a cup of coffee. You could wait for him to get home,” she said with a chuckle.

“Uh…thanks, but no, I…well, I…he stood me up last night,” the girl said with a scowl then suddenly glanced toward the stairs. “Maybe that’s him. What I have to say to him wouldn’t fit into a note.”

The girl glanced behind her and then leaned in toward Eden.

“If you’re smart, you’ll stay clear of him. I don’t know why I thought he’d be any different than any of the other guys around. Besides, it turns out he’s not the kind of guy you want more than one night with…if you know what I mean,” she said in a low voice.

Eden chuckled and nodded.

“Yep…I know what you mean.”

“Thanks,” the girl said then turned and stepping past the pile of boxes proceeded to descend the stairs without even a glance back.

Eden closed the door and even as she tried not to laugh, she couldn’t help it. Resting against the door, she chuckled but when she saw the shock of dismay on her neighbor’s face, she busted out laughing.

“Not funny,” he said as he came into the room.

“Oh yes, it is,” she told him as she walked to the kitchen. “You stood up some girl…probably for another one…and she’s actually glad to have escaped you.”

Still laughing, she opened the refrigerator and grabbed an individual-sized bottle of orange juice. Turning to face him and still chuckling, she snapped open the cap. He did look so familiar. She was sure she’d seen him somewhere before.

“Do I know you?” she asked.

“Ha ha. We just met at the door, remember?” he said with a scowl as he plopped down into a chair facing her. “So what’s for breakfast?”

“Excuse me?”

“I just got in from a business trip so haven’t had a chance to get groceries yet and I just figured if you’re going to eat then perhaps…”

Just then, he cocked his head just so, squeezed one eye shut, and shrugged. It was at that very moment she recognized him.

“Will Trask!”

He came to his feet so fast she thought he was going to attack her so she grabbed a knife from the block on the counter.

“What the hell?” Will held his hands up in front of him as if to ward her off.

“I…I thought you…oh, never mind,” she stammered, looked at the knife in her hand then set it on the counter beside her.

“You know my name? How? Have we…you know?” Will moved his hands back and forth as if to insinuate she and he had played the same game he’d played with the girl who had just escaped him.

“Hell no!”

“Wow…I didn’t think so. I’m sure I would’ve remembered you,” he said rubbing his chin before running his long fingers through his unruly hair. “Wait…then…how do you know my name?”

“Never mind. It’s not important since you’d never remember me anyway,” she said before taking a long swig off the bottle of orange juice and wishing it had some rum in it.

“Oh, no way. If we’ve met, I’d remember you,” Will asked with a lecherous waggle of his dark brows.

“Ha! Since we never actually met, I doubt it,” she said with a laugh. “And it seems you haven’t changed at all.”

Eden rolled her eyes and pulled out a chair from the small table set where she ate her meals alone these days, when she ate at home, and took a seat.

“Did we go to college together?”

“No,” she said shaking her head and wondering why she’d even brought it up. “Like I said—unimportant.”

Will glanced around the space and she wondered if he was looking for a clue of some sort as to her identity. Suddenly, he glanced toward the bedroom.

“You live alone?” he asked.

It was then she realized he’d taken notice of the stack of boxes near the door with Paul’s name on them.

“Yes, he doesn’t live here anymore,” she said picking at the label on the bottle with fingertips in need of a manicure. “I suppose he’s off with someone more exciting. We’re not engaged anymore.”

“Oh, you were engaged? But you’re not anymore?” he replied a little too upbeat but when she narrowed her eyes at him, he continued, “I mean…oh, that’s too bad. His loss.”

“Yes, it is his loss. He’s the one who decided he didn’t want to marry me,” she said with probably a bit too much bitterness in her tone. “It seems he met the love of his life and it isn’t me.”

“Well, he’s an idiot because you’re gorgeous,” Will said taking a seat on the arm of the couch and folding his arms across his chest.

She wanted to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. The man just hid from a woman he’d obviously had a one-night stand with but then stood up, most likely for another one he had only arrived home from spending the night with and now he was sitting here chatting her up like they were old pals. Was she cursed or something that the worst player in the world was now living across the hall from her?

“By the way, you know my name—”

“You can just call me neighbor and we’ll leave it at that. By the way, the reason I left you that note is because you can’t leave those boxes out there. Fire hazard and all,” she said pointing in the direction of the hallway on the other side of the door with the hand holding the orange juice bottle.

“Right. I just moved in and I hadn’t had a chance to get them to the trash. I’ve been out of town on business,” Will said with a shrug when she nodded and rolled her eyes. “Right. I’ll take care of it.”

An awkward silence descended on the room making the sounds from outside, the sound of mowers, blowers, and cars suddenly louder and more intrusive. She couldn’t help but wonder when Will planned to leave. She wasn’t the type to be rude and ask him to leave but there was always room for a first time.

“So, how long have you lived here?” Will asked glancing around.

“Um…since January,” she said.

“Oh…so how long since your…um…ex…he lived here too?”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but yes,” she said standing and moving to the sink to rinse her bottle.

Staring out the small window over the sink at the brick wall across the way, she wished she had ignored the buzzer. She glanced at the clock on the microwave and saw it was already noon.

“Listen…I’ve got to get a shower and get dressed. I have a lot of work to do today.”

“Work! On a beautiful Sunday? It’s still summertime. I was just going to suggest I take you to lunch. I noticed a quaint little café just down the street—”

“No! Look, we might be neighbors but I’m not interested in any kind of friends with benefits thing with you—”

Will came to his feet, his hands in the air. “Whoa! I was just suggesting lunch…you know, to say thanks for saving my butt with what’s her name. Nothing more.”

Feeling bad for jumping to the wrong conclusion, Eden sighed. Would it hurt to have a meal with the guy? After all, she knew she couldn’t hide how she knew him forever and anything sounded more appetizing than just a bowl of cold cereal since she wasn’t going in to the office. Normally, she’d grab a bagel and egg sandwich at the bagel shop on the way so maybe letting him get her some lunch wasn’t a terribly bad idea.

“Of course, if you’re interested in a kind of if you’re lonely and I’m free kind of thing—”

“Get out! Just get out! You are most certainly deserving of whatever hell you catch from your girlfriend,” she exclaimed throwing the plastic bottle at him.

It hit his shoulder and bounced off but he yelped as if it hurt. She was sure it was more out of surprise than pain, but still hoped it hurt a little bit.

“Okay…okay! I was just kidding,” Will exclaimed. “Seriously, we’re going to be neighbors, can’t we be friends?”

“Right now, I’ve got other things on my mind and you’re not one of them. It’s time for you to go. Thank you for the offer of lunch, but not today,” she said as she moved past him to the door and pulled it open. “If you don’t mind…”

She waved her arm in the direction of the open door leading into the hallway. Will dropped his shoulders as if disappointed and dejected causing her to roll her eyes. What a performer. She wondered if that kind of act actually worked on women. Once upon a time, it might have but not since the last time she saw him and never would now.

Will walked slowly to the door and when he reached her, he stopped.

“Thank you for not ratting me out…neighbor…and I do apologize about the trash. I’ll get it cleared out today. You know, I’m kind of new to the city and I don’t really know anyone and since you seem to know me…” He cocked his head in what she recognized as his Will Trask way and spoke in what she assumed he thought was a woe is me tone.

It is kind of endearing…damn him.

“Well, I’m sorry but I don’t know too many people either. I’m simply too busy with my job. I’m working on a new project,” she said glancing at the clock on the bookshelf. “And I’ve got a lot of work to do.”

“Okay.” He took a step toward the open door but stopped again.

Turning slightly, he leaned in making her unconsciously step back.

“I’m not that bad.”

“Yeah…well, I’ve seen you at work and your friend, although I doubt she is anymore since you stood her up last night, said you’re not the kind of guy she goes out with twice. That speaks volumes,” Eden said shaking her head. “Now, excuse me but—”

“I don’t think she meant…never mind. Yeah, I’m going. Thanks again,” Will said and stepped through the doorway.

Eden quickly shut the door and locked the deadbolt. Shaking her head as she crossed to her bedroom, she stopped and lifted her hands toward the ceiling, closed her eyes and leaned her head back. Then she opened her mouth and without making much more of a noise than a groan, she screamed. Once done, she dropped her hands and released a heavy sigh.

“Why did it have to be Will Trask, of all people, who moved in next door? Oh, Mrs. Charles…why did you have to go live with your daughter? You were such a nice quiet neighbor.”

 

Thanks for reading and I hope you’ll finish reading Will and Eden’s story. It’s my favorite one of all. Happy Reading!

SEEKERS OF THE PAST, book 1 by Amy Valentini on #SALE in celebration of National Book Lovers Day (Aug 9 – Aug 11)

SEEKERS OF THE PAST

Seekers of the Past, book 1

Amy Valentini

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Journey to Where the Past Meets the Present and Love Lives Forever in the Seekers of the Past series…

Seeking the Past…

After inheriting the family farm, Emma Wells uncovers clues which might prove a one hundred and fifty year old family tale true but she needs help so contacts an old friend to assist…only the man who comes in his place is the last person she ever wanted to see again.

Seeking a Second Chance…

Sam Martinelli has been hoping for a reason to get close to the woman he still loves since he foolishly destroyed their relationship five years earlier. Now he’s hoping time spent with her will give him a second chance.

Uncovering Secrets…

When her suspicions prove to have substance, Sam agrees to help her even as he carries doubts. Being with him again causes Emma to question her heart and past as well as her foolish pride. When things take a dangerous turn, can she trust the man she trusts least—as well as her heart?

***Each book in this series can be read as a standalone historical romance with the first and sixth books set in the present.

I do hope you’ll read it and enjoy it.

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Happy Reading Everyone!

For the Sake of Honor

In the Arms of Her Angel

To Love and Be Loved By Him

are all still available to read for free at Kindle Unlimited

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Release Day for TO LOVE AND BE LOVED BY HIM!

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The Journey Continues in Book Four of the Seekers of the Past series.

 Continue the Journey to Where the Past Meets the Present
and Love Lives Forever
Emma’s investigation of the past leads her to Emily Embry. But will it lead her and Sam to the origins of the gold? He’s beginning to believe she’s experiencing something amazing while reading the young girl’s journal, but is it real? What might they learn as they continue seeking the past?
 
Sent to England to marry a man she’s never met, Emily Embry is determined to quit the contract made by her parents. When tragedy strikes her ship along the way, she encounters a handsome captain who captures her heart making her destiny even less desirable, even as she wishes he was the man she was marrying.
 
Beau Hawkings is a man of the sea and has no desire to settle down on land or with a wife. When he rescues the woman his grandfather contracted him to marry, he finds her desirable but his desire for freedom is greater—until she begins to claim his heart. Now his deception might be the very thing which drives her away. While both protect their hearts, they grow ever closer as fate voyages them home to where they belong—in love and loved.

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WHEN IT DOESN’T STAY IN VEGAS

by Amy Valentini

 

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Things that happen in Vegas need to stay in Vegas…

After in indulging in too much champagne and a one-night stand in Vegas with a very sexy man, Abby Matheson prays what happened there stays there. Only she can’t get the incredibly passionate night with the amazing man out of her head. 

Mitch Braxton can’t forget the incredible woman he spent a passionate night with only to find her gone in the morning having left no note behind—only her crystal heart pendant. Unable to even recall her name, he fears he will never see her again.

When it doesn’t stay in Vegas…

When Abby discovers her mystery man is the CEO of a company her boss is determined to take over, she must forget the man as well as that night. Her hope is no one finds out about Vegas because the merger and her job are now on the line. Discovering Mitch at his sister’s wedding is the last thing she expects and even as she tries to keep her distance, she wants him even more. Is it once more just lust or is there wedding magic in the air? And will she lose her heart as well as her career?

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Excerpt:

The cocktail lounge was subtly lit with luminary lights on the tables set up around a brightly lit circular bar. There was a low hum of conversation blending with the low volume music playing through speakers strategically set around the space. When a sudden burst of feminine laughter floated across the room and he heard his little sister’s all too familiar snort, he knew Caroline and her wedding party were just on the other side of the bar. He smiled, suddenly eager to see his kid sister and for the first time since he embarked on this trip, he was truly excited for her.

As they rounded the bar, he heard more than saw his sister. She squealed and came running toward him, threw her arms around his shoulders and hugged him so hard he thought if he died in that exact moment, he’d die very happy. Even though she wasn’t a blood sister, he loved her as if she were. A little girl of ten years old to his fifteen when his mother married John Stephens, they had taken to each other as if they’d always been siblings. She was his little sister always, and forever.

“Digger, I’m so happy you’re here. I just couldn’t imagine getting married without my big brother.” Caroline hugged him again, squeezing him so hard he coughed. “Oh my, you must be Elise.” He heard her say through a haze caused by lack of oxygen, and then his lungs expanded hard when she released him, only to hear a loud humph of air expelled from Elise’s chest when his sister squeezed her just as hard. “I’m so glad you’re both here.”

Then she wrapped her arms around both of them and pulled them in close. “I know all about what’s really going on and my lips are sealed. I just want you both to have a good time.”

“Thanks, kitten face, I appreciate it,” he whispered before giving her another hug. “By the way, where are my mom and John?”

“I think Martha is getting some last minute fittings done on her dress and Daddy is probably playing golf.” She winked at him. “I think you’re in the clear for a while, at least until tomorrow’s rehearsal dinner. I told them you weren’t arriving until tomorrow morning.”

“You little devil, you. That’s why you’re my favorite kid sister,” he said with a deep laugh before making a smooching sound against her cheek making her giggle.

“Ha! I’m your only kid sister.” Caroline suddenly pulled back and moved to his side. “Abby, come here! I want you to meet my big brother, Digger, and his girlfriend, Elise.”

Mitch turned and his heart nearly exploded in his chest, his knees threatened to buckle, and his hand instinctively went to the hidden glass heart in his breast pocket. Standing in front of him was the girl of his dreams who he’d begun to think might have been just that—until now.

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Abby nearly dropped the two drinks she was carrying when she came face to face with Mitch Braxton. No, no, it can’t be. He was here, in Virginia, in Alexandria, in the same hotel and even worse, he was no more than four feet away.

Holy crap!

Mitch Braxton was Caroline’s brother. No, it couldn’t be. Caroline had never referred to him as anything but Digger. She always wondered how a guy got a name like that, but never would she ever have imagined that Digger was the same man she’d spent an amazing night with in a Vegas hotel suite making mad passionate love with, and whom she’d hoped she’d never, ever, see again. The same man who her boss wanted a ratified contract from to purchase his company. The same man who because he hadn’t answered her many requests had caused her to put off her boss for nearly two weeks. Hell, she’d even sneaked out of town to avoid Morgan and hoped he wouldn’t track her to Virginia but now it had all caught up to her and the same man she’d tried so hard to avoid was standing right in front of her. This wedding weekend had just turned into the wedding from hell, and the beginning of the end of her once promising law career.

“Digger, this is my best friend from college, Abby Matheson. I can’t believe it’s taken so many years for you two to finally meet each other,” Caroline exclaimed with so much excitement Abby thought her friend might hyperventilate. “You’d already moved to California and then neither of you ever seemed to both be with me at the same time, especially since you’re in Chicago now.”

Nudging Abby’s side with her elbow, she beamed. “But here you are now.”

Abby explored Mitch’s expression for any sign of recognition, all the while hoping he wouldn’t remember her and yet wanting him to remember every minute of his time with her. She handed Caroline a margarita and transferred her own to her left hand before wiping her cold wet hand down the side of her jeans.

“Hi, nice to finally meet you, Digger,” she said in a voice she hoped sounded nonchalant yet friendly.

“Please, call me Mitch. Kitten face is the only who calls me Digger and I’ve never really figured out why,” he said with a tilt of his handsome head toward Caroline who was standing there with a silly grin on her face.

Thank God, he doesn’t seem to recognize me.

“Wait till you see the dress I picked for Abby, she’s going to look gorgeous,” the bride-to-be said rocking back on her heels with self-pride.

“I’m sure all of the ladies will look beautiful, Caro. Speaking of which, where are Annabelle and Beth? Didn’t you say they were in the wedding party too?”

Abby watched him glance around and when his gaze settled on the table where the other members of the bridal party had taken seats, he took hold of the arm belonging to the petite black-haired woman with more curves than were decent and who’d stood quietly by during the most awkward introductions ever made, and headed off in that direction.

Abby released a loud audible sigh of relief. He obviously hadn’t recognized her. Why that suddenly disappointed her so much, she wasn’t sure. Was I so unmemorable?

Shaking her head, she told herself it didn’t matter because relief at knowing he hadn’t recognized her, was what she’d needed right now. Besides, he was with a gorgeous woman and the way she was clinging to him told her all she needed to know. What happened between them in Las Vegas was to stay in Vegas, never to be revisited.

 

About the Author: 

In addition to being an author, Amy Valentini is a free-lance editor here at Romancing Editorially and romance reviewer at Unwrapping Romance as well as an Avon Addict—a super reader group for Avon/HarperCollins. She has always loved reading, working with words, and creating stories that make readers think, laugh, cry, and escape the realities of everyday life. Writing romance keeps her belief in true love alive.
A graduate of Mary Washington College in Virginia, now the University of Mary Washington with a Bachelor of Arts in English, she has always had a dream of being a published author. Finally achieving that goal with her debut romance, SEEKERS OF THE PAST, she hopes readers will love her new series, the Seekers of the Past, a journey that will take the reader into the past as well as the present…where the past meets the present and love lives forever.
Amy lives in Virginia where, in her spare time, she reads and reviews romance, and misses taking walks with her favorite guy—her Rottweiler, Marco.

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Cover I made for FIT FOR A KING by Susan Fisher-Davis won 1st Place!

BIG ANNOUNCEMENT!

I am so thrilled! The cover I made for

FIT FOR A KING by Susan Fisher-Davis won 1st place for the month of January in the Reader’s Choice Award at All Author.

*happy dancing*

I hope you’ll all look beneath the surface – albeit, a very nice surface – and enjoy this wonderful read. Yes, I am the editor but trust me – Wade King will have you swooning in no time, even though you’d like to bash him over the head. Available at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Kobobooks.

Fit For A King 

by Susan Fisher-Davis

Wade King believes he’s worth nothing, especially in the eyes of the man who gave him a chance to be somebody. When Win’s beautiful teenage daughter kissed him on her eighteenth birthday, he refused her even though it was the last thing he wanted to do. He knew he was not the kind of man her father would want for her. Now she was back.

Hannah Winston has always loved Wade King, even while she was married to another man. No man could live up to the man who had claimed her heart as a teen. Now she’s returned to Win’s Circle ranch to claim her inheritance only to discover her father had other plans and it involves the one man she tries so hard to hate, but can’t forget—Wade King.

With no other choice but to work together, Wade and Hannah try to ignore the pull each has on the other, only to fall victim to their desires. Now Hannah wants more but Wade still refuses her. What must a woman in love do to make a hardheaded cowboy understand that he might think of her as duchess, but she’s only truly fit for a King?

Happy Reading and Writing Everyone!

Release of IN THE ARMS OF HER ANGEL, bk 3 in the Seekers of the Past series by Amy Valentini

IN THE ARMS OF HER ANGEL

A Seekers of the Past novel

by Amy Valentini

Available Now at Amazon in digital
and print as well as Kindle Unlimited

Continue the Journey to Where the Past Meets the Present and Love Lives Forever. 

Emma begins to wonder if there something is special—something magical—about the journal written by her doppelganger from the past. She hopes to convince Sam it’s really happening. As she begins reading again, she finds herself traveling with Daniel Embry and Ginny Blackwood. 

When Daniel encounters a thief sneaking into his room in the middle of the night, he discovers he is actually a beautiful young woman in need of his assistance to save her father. 

Haunted by her past, Ginny holds clues to a missing treasure in the form of a riddle—a riddle she is unable to decipher. The solution lies in the secrets she holds locked in her memories, but will she ever trust Daniel enough to reveal them? Danger follows them from Charleston to New Orleans. Will the answers they find lead them to what they need or be their end? And while both protect their hearts from love, will they surrender to the desire they crave in each other’s arms?

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Happy Reading Everyone!

Cover Reveal for IN THE ARMS OF HER ANGEL, a Seekers of the Past novel by Amy Valentini with #excerpt

IN THE ARMS OF HER ANGEL

A Seekers of the Past novel

by Amy Valentini

COMING SOON! 
Expected release date is planned for December 26, 2018!

Continue the Journey to Where the Past Meets the Present and Love Lives Forever. 

Emma begins to wonder if there something is special—something magical—about the journal written by her doppelganger from the past. She hopes to convince Sam it’s really happening. As she begins reading again, she finds herself traveling with Daniel Embry and Ginny Blackwood. 

When Daniel encounters a thief sneaking into his room in the middle of the night, he discovers he is actually a beautiful young woman in need of his assistance to save her father. 

Haunted by her past, Ginny holds clues to a missing treasure in the form of a riddle—a riddle she is unable to decipher. The solution lies in the secrets she holds locked in her memories, but will she ever trust Daniel enough to reveal them? Danger follows them from Charleston to New Orleans. Will the answers they find lead them to what they need or be their end? And while both protect their hearts from love, will they surrender to the desire they crave in each other’s arms?

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Excerpt:

Daniel watched her squirm as she kept her eyes averted from his. When he motioned Ginny to sit, she shook her head slightly and only moved to stand behind her chair. Her hands gripped the chair back and he saw her knuckles whiten for a brief moment. It was as clear to him now as it was to Finn—she had not told him everything.

“I am willing to help you in any way I can, Ginny,” he remarked as he returned to his seat. He picked at the meat on his plate and noted the barely touched meal Finn had left behind. “Tell me about your father. If you do not, I shall simply listen to Finn’s side and something tells me his rendition will not be very favorable.”

He watched as Ginny gripped the chair again and rocked back on her heels. Abruptly, she moved away from the chair and began to pace the room. She folded her arms around her middle as if she were cold or warding off his questions.

“My father is in the business of finding goods others need,” she began in a low voice as she moved back and forth. When Ginny stopped abruptly, turning her head slightly toward him, her face was half-hidden in shadow. She kept her eyes lowered, which caused the shadow of her long lashes to fan out over her cheeks. “In truth…he is a black marketer who sometimes does business with men who can be very dangerous.”

“Like Pierre Laffite,” he suggested continuing to watch her tense yet supple body. Her new clothing fit her far better than the ones she wore at their first meeting and left very little to his imagination as to the true nature of her curves.

“Yes, like Laffite. I believed him when he declared he no longer did business with men like that after splitting with Jacob—” Ginny cleared her throat. “Jacob Shaw.”

Daniel noted the way her hands gripped the chair again after she moved to lean on it again. He was not sure, but he might have heard the wood creak against the force. Her voice had clutched and wavered when she spoke that name—Jacob Shaw—even as her knuckles whitened and her nails dug into the upholstered leather on the chair.

“So when he told me he had refused Laffite’s offer, I was very proud of him. Only, then he disappeared after meeting with a real customer. At least I believed it was a real customer because it was what he had told me before he left. I have no idea about anything anymore.” Ginny paused and drew the fingers of her right hand along the smooth creamy skin of her neck to finger the ribbon on which he knew held the charm—a simple charm, which had started his adventure involving this irresistible beauty.

“As I told you, my father must have got caught up in his business so now I need to return home alone,” Ginny said lowering her eyes avoiding his gaze.

“I thought you told me he requested you stay until he returned to the city. Why then are you going home? He may be journeying back to Charleston even now.” He had a bad feeling about the change in her tale.

“I want to go home. He left me with no money. I was on the streets and alone,” her voice rose in pitch, and she squeezed the back of the chair once more.

“Darlin’, I cannot assist you if you do not tell me the truth. If your father left the city and wished you to remain until his return, why then did he not secure the room for you until he could collect you?” he asked watching her reaction closely, for he was sure he had caught her in a lie.

Those who practiced to deceive always had trouble keeping their story straight when pressed for details. Her eyes flashed at him, a moment of panic causing her pupils to constrict before she lowered her lashes over them. There it was—proof of the lie.

“I do not know what has happened to my father. I do not know where he is or why he has yet to return. I can only believe someone is holding him against his will.”

Daniel listened quietly as she spoke. He somehow knew she spoke the truth now as she told him about the message left at the inn, about why she had not any funds to keep her in the city, and how the riddle might hold the key to gaining her father’s freedom.

“Tis strangely more comforting to know he has not returned to me because his life is in danger rather than to think he has abandoned me for good,” she said wiping her across her eyes with the backs of her hands.

Daniel stood, his chair creaking under the release of his large frame. Her eyes lifted at the sound and beneath those smoke tinted fringes, pools of azure glistened in the flickering light of the lantern hanging from the ship’s rafters. His heart pained him seeing the tears which filled her eyes. What kind of father would leave a young daughter alone in a strange city with no one to protect her? Even if he was unable to return, why had he not ensured she was safe and paid ahead for the room?

Ginny stepped away from the chair as he approached her. Her eyes widened and he saw a tremble rush over her. She responded much as child would who was frightened by the idea of a physical reprimand. Slowly, he raised a hand as he would if he were to soothe a frightened foal. Upon reaching her, he stopped in front of her and allowed his hand to rest gently alongside her upper arm. She trembled under his touch so he gently stroked her arm as he reached out to pull her forward with his free hand. He knew Ginny wanted to resist his offer of comfort for she was tense and stiff as he pulled her against him. Yet when he shifted his hand from her arm to the back of her head where his fingers slid through silky golden curls, she stepped into his embrace. He pressed her cheek against his chest and she dipped her head like a child. Her hands came up to press lightly against his sides while her cheek rested warm against him. Like a hurt child, Ginny trembled against him and when he heard a sniffle, he knew she must be crying.

Touching his fingertips to her chin, he forced her face upward. There, he saw several tears slide down her cheek. With the pad of his thumb, he wiped them away. Ginny’s eyes were large and round, her lashes spiked with moisture and her lower lip quivered slightly before she caught it between her small straight teeth. An uncontrolled tightening in his groin caused his breath to hitch in his throat as he gazed down into her angelic face. Something about this mysterious girl made him want to take care of her, but then he also wanted to sweep her into his arms, carry her to his bed, and ravish her sweet body until she begged for more. Neither of which he believed she would allow him to do right now—if ever.

As if to prove his point without him making it, Ginny pulled away, cleared her throat, and wiped her cheek. “I have more work to do in the galley,” she croaked, clearing her throat once more. “If you are finished with your supper, I shall remove those now,” she commented as she made a move toward the food dishes.

He grabbed her arm, staying her. “Ginny, if you wish to talk, I am here to listen,” he told her in a low voice not much louder than a whisper.

“As for those,” he said in normal voice as he nodded his head in the direction of the plates of food. “I imagine Finn will be back to give me his sage advice, and perhaps I will eat more as well.”

Ginny nodded. She looked down at her arm where his hand rested. Now aware he was still holding her in place, Daniel released her. She quickly turned and walked to the door. His eyes followed her sweet bottom outlined so seductively in her boy’s britches. He grinned and nearly laughed while wondering if she had any idea what a delicious temptation she presented. He doubted the sway of her luscious hips was anything other than natural.

With her hand on the door handle, Ginny turned to look at him so he quickly wiped the smile from his face and coughed to cover his embarrassment at nearly being caught appreciating her irresistible curves.

“Thank you, sir.”

“You are most welcome, Miss Blackwood,” he replied with a pleased smile. When he noticed a small smile light at the corner of her cherub mouth, he winked. “I am a very good listener, poppet.”

With a quick nod, Ginny disappeared through the door leaving him wishing he could have somehow convinced her to stay. He stood staring at the open door for long enough that when a thump from above drew his attention, he realized several minutes had passed but she had not returned, even as he had wished her to do so.

Running his hands through his hair, Daniel yanked the leather string, which he used to tie back his queue, from his hair. Wrapping it around his fingers, he moved to his seat behind the desk and dropped his large frame into the creaky chair. Twirling and curling the leather piece, he thought about the strange girl who had literally fallen into his life, and who continuously seemed to find her way into his arms as well. It had been four years since any woman had captured his attention the way Ginny Blackwood had from the first moment he grabbed hold of her as she hurried past carrying Pete’s coin purse. She was wild, sharp-witted, quick to speak yet full of secrets, and more endearing than any woman he had ever met including Christina Overton, the woman to whom he had planned to vow his life before she betrayed him, and then died.

Daniel opened a drawer in the desk, removed a small box, and opened it. Inside the box lay the small piece of paper he had removed from the gold charm Ginny once more was wearing around her neck. He unrolled the tender paper and pressed it flat with his fingers. The strange little rhyme was a riddle to him, but surely it must have meant something to her when she read it. She claimed not to have figured it out but needed it to save her father. If her father had written it then it surely it must mean something to him and by connection, her. Staring down at the words written in smeared ink, he quietly read the rhyme.

Beneath the shadows of the moon,

Where my angel no longer resides,

A great worth awaits a happy tune.

He scrubbed at the growing stubble on his chin with the palm of his hand. He repeated the words louder this time as if hearing them aloud in the quiet room might give him an answer. The second line, where my angel no longer resides, could easily lead anyone to think her father possibly meant her home on Saint Kitts. But then again, perhaps Evan Blackwood meant it to mislead.

He chuckled thinking how his sister, Angeline, would love to get her hands on this and solve the riddle. Folding the paper, he suddenly wished he had his sister’s patience and talent for solving puzzles so he could unravel the mystery of Ginny Blackwood, and her missing father.

In the Arms of Her Angel, book 3 in the Seekers of the Past series by Amy Valentini

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