Yay! One Safe Place is now available for pre-order on Amazon: http://amzn.com/B01MEESMRD
Because there is no look inside feature on Amazon for a book in pre-order, I decided to add a snippet here. Of course, you can always wait and order on release day 12/12/16 and read that first chapter free on Amazon. But if you’re like me and curiosity gets to you, but first the blurb:
American, Naomi Paverman, finds clues to her heritage when her grandmother passes. Realizing her existence is based on many lies, she yearns for connection and one safe place to call home. She rents a cottage in an English village to search for her biological father. What she discovers is resistance to questions, but she befriends an attractive and interesting local man…could he be related?
Oliver York is stirred to uncover family history he’s long ignored. Five years earlier, he inherited York Manor in Oldcastle. Oliver maintains an element of privacy to protect himself and his invalid sister from gossip. His interest in Naomi, and the secrets she reveals, causes him to come out of seclusion. Secrets threaten to expose admired citizens.
As their romance blossoms, someone attempts to run Naomi out of town. Is history repeating itself?
Brian’s riff ended to enthusiastic applause. Oliver glanced behind him as Brian slung the guitar over his back and took a bow. He tinkled away on the piano.
“Annie…earth to Annie.” Brian beckoned. “You’re up next. Bring me a beer will you luv?”
“Let them have a request or two.” Annie lazily raised her half-full beer glass. Oliver grinned.
“Can ya’ play us Piano Man?” a bloke yelled.
Brian left the stage and shouldered his way to the bar. Oliver chuckled. Annie wouldn’t be hurried by anyone. If she had a beer to finish, then finish it she would. Even though she liked to joke with Brian, she remained quiet, even polite around him, but she let them all know an older lady deserved respect. He wondered if he’d ever had a real conversation with her. Probably not.
Oliver tinkled on the keys again, then moved closer to the mic next to the piano, his tone turning serious. He loved this tune. They knew he did. Almost every night when Annie went to the bar to wet her whistle with a pint, he’d get a request. Nine times out of ten for Piano Man.
He finished the song with a flourish. Applause filled the room. He’d put his heart into it tonight. Pride too, he supposed. He’d played it for Naomi. For all the possibilities that could have been once upon a time, in a different place, a different time, when he had different, or no obligations.