Now available from Whiskey Creek/Torrid:
The Reluctant Bride
Once again I woke up with a story in my mind, I "saw" the action, I lived the events. Then I wrote it down...
Blurb:
Veterinarian Pamela Wilson always
used to run away from home to get attention from her status-conscious, preoccupied
parents. Years ago she met a man who
loved her unreservedly, but her parents didn't approve of his blue-collar job,
so she ran away from him too. When the
ambitious lawyer she's marrying answers a phone call while she's walking down
the aisle, it's the last straw! She runs
away again, this time to a cabin her parents don't know about, owned by the
mechanic. Does he still own it and is he
still single? Will she finally stop
running away and make the right decision for her future?
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The Reluctant Bride:5-stars from The Romance Reviews!
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Ebony Dreams said, I recommend this book to anyone who wants to have a true love experience, filled with steamy sex, fun characters and a great plot all bundled up in a wonderful little package called THE RELUCTANT BRIDE.
Five stars for sweet love, heat and exciting plot.
Ebony Dreams said, I recommend this book to anyone who wants to have a true love experience, filled with steamy sex, fun characters and a great plot all bundled up in a wonderful little package called THE RELUCTANT BRIDE.
Five stars for sweet love, heat and exciting plot.
Manicreaders reviewer Alberta gave this book 4 1/2 stars!
Here is the link for the review...I'm so excited!
http://www.manicreaders.com/index.cfm?disp=reviews&bookid=13409
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I was reviewed by Two-Lips Reviewer Tim!
Click on the link to see what Tim thought of The Reluctant Bride. I'm so happy I'm dancing!
http://www.twolipsreviews.com/content/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=6070&Itemid=36
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I got a 5 cups review from Coffee Beans and Love Scenes!
Click on the link to see what Susan thought of The Reluctant Bride. What a great thing to come home to after working 2 jobs all day!
http://cblsreviews.blogspot.com/2011/05/reluctant-bride-by-fiona-mcgier.html
http://cblsreviews.blogspot.com/2011/05/reluctant-bride-by-fiona-mcgier.html
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Click on the back cover below to read the first chapter.
What happened the last time Pamela saw Eric? She had broken up "for good" with him 2 years earlier, and now was dating an ambitious lawyer. She decides to go to her 10-year high school reunion in hopes of running into him again, so she can show him how "over him" she is. She finds out what service station he works at and pays him a visit.
Excerpt:
Realizing that her time was limited, Pamela had taken a deep breath, and walked past the open door of a tiny office through which she got a glimpse of a white-haired old man sitting staring at a TV screen, and through the prohibited door, to talk to the man she had driven years back in time, to see.
“Hi Eric,” she said, hoping that her voice sounded more assured out of her head, than it did from inside her head.
“What are you doing back in this neck of the woods?” he asked, while he busied himself in the engine of the car he was working on.
“I’m here for the reunion,” she answered.
“Why? I thought you hated everyone you went to school with, and weren’t ever coming back.”
Pamela had wished that he would look up, so that she could talk to his face, not the top of his head.
“I thought it would be fun to see people…you know…to catch up on what everyone has been doing for the last ten years.”
Eric didn’t say anything, but continued working on the car parts.
She finally addressed the top of his head.
“Are you going? It’s for both of our schools you know.”
“Why would I?” he asked her, finally looking up. His eyes looked angry as he continued speaking in sharp, clipped tones.
“I still live around here. Anyone that we graduated with that I want to talk to is right here. And that means no one. So why would I spend money to hang out with people I don’t want to talk to?”
Pamela was having trouble thinking, because her heart was pounding so fast. Her nerves were thrumming, and she knew her hands were shaking. She nervously jammed them into her pockets and continued to talk.
“Well, I was hoping that we could get a chance to talk…you know, to catch up on what we’ve been doing over the last coupla years....”
Eric lifted an eyebrow.
“Judging by your clothes and your Esplanade, I’d say you’ve been doing pretty good for yourself. Taking care of rich women's purse-puppies must pay well. So you just run along and have fun at the reunion, telling everyone about what a good choice it was for you to get away from here. Enjoy.”
With that, he bent back down over the car engine, and appeared to study something deep in the back.
“But I was hoping to have a chance to talk with you, Eric,” she told him, aware that a note of desperation had crept into her voice.
He straightened back up and looked directly down at her, while she lost herself in his piercing blue eyes, now cloudy with emotion. His face had lost its boyish look, and there was the beginning of wrinkles around his eyes. His stubble was even more pronounced than it had been years ago, and Pamela found herself feeling weak in the knees, remembering how it had felt on her thighs.
“The fact that you are here means that you have already talked to Mrs. Diane Krieger-Wozniak. And you can tell her hind-ass that I’m taking time off of working on her car, in order to talk to you. I assume she’s already told you all about my sordid life over the past few years. It’s all true, whatever she says. Case closed. Nothing more to say. See you around.”
With that, he bent back into the car hood, once again forcing her to talk to the top of his head.
Unable to give up without one more try, Pamela had said, “I…uh…was hoping that I could have a drink with you. Maybe even a dance, for old times’ sake.”
He snorted.
“You know I don’t dance.”
She smiled at his hair and spoke without thinking.
“Anyone who can do the horizontal bop the way you can, can dance!”
He looked up again, and his eyes were angry.
“What the hell do you want from me? You left me, remember? Repeatedly. And it's been two years since you even contacted me. I figured you thought about it and realized that I was right. So there’s nothing more to talk about. Now if you don’t mind, I have work to do.”
He turned to get a tool off of the shelf behind him, and Pamela had grabbed what little pride she had left, and hurried out through the door, and out of the station. She almost ran into the returning mechanic and the teenager, who must have had at least a couple of cigarettes in the time it took for Eric to stomp on her heart.
She had gotten into her car, and driven out into traffic, driving all of the way back to her motel, so she could park in the back lot and cry.
Excerpt:
Realizing that her time was limited, Pamela had taken a deep breath, and walked past the open door of a tiny office through which she got a glimpse of a white-haired old man sitting staring at a TV screen, and through the prohibited door, to talk to the man she had driven years back in time, to see.
“Hi Eric,” she said, hoping that her voice sounded more assured out of her head, than it did from inside her head.
“What are you doing back in this neck of the woods?” he asked, while he busied himself in the engine of the car he was working on.
“I’m here for the reunion,” she answered.
“Why? I thought you hated everyone you went to school with, and weren’t ever coming back.”
Pamela had wished that he would look up, so that she could talk to his face, not the top of his head.
“I thought it would be fun to see people…you know…to catch up on what everyone has been doing for the last ten years.”
Eric didn’t say anything, but continued working on the car parts.
She finally addressed the top of his head.
“Are you going? It’s for both of our schools you know.”
“Why would I?” he asked her, finally looking up. His eyes looked angry as he continued speaking in sharp, clipped tones.
“I still live around here. Anyone that we graduated with that I want to talk to is right here. And that means no one. So why would I spend money to hang out with people I don’t want to talk to?”
Pamela was having trouble thinking, because her heart was pounding so fast. Her nerves were thrumming, and she knew her hands were shaking. She nervously jammed them into her pockets and continued to talk.
“Well, I was hoping that we could get a chance to talk…you know, to catch up on what we’ve been doing over the last coupla years....”
Eric lifted an eyebrow.
“Judging by your clothes and your Esplanade, I’d say you’ve been doing pretty good for yourself. Taking care of rich women's purse-puppies must pay well. So you just run along and have fun at the reunion, telling everyone about what a good choice it was for you to get away from here. Enjoy.”
With that, he bent back down over the car engine, and appeared to study something deep in the back.
“But I was hoping to have a chance to talk with you, Eric,” she told him, aware that a note of desperation had crept into her voice.
He straightened back up and looked directly down at her, while she lost herself in his piercing blue eyes, now cloudy with emotion. His face had lost its boyish look, and there was the beginning of wrinkles around his eyes. His stubble was even more pronounced than it had been years ago, and Pamela found herself feeling weak in the knees, remembering how it had felt on her thighs.
“The fact that you are here means that you have already talked to Mrs. Diane Krieger-Wozniak. And you can tell her hind-ass that I’m taking time off of working on her car, in order to talk to you. I assume she’s already told you all about my sordid life over the past few years. It’s all true, whatever she says. Case closed. Nothing more to say. See you around.”
With that, he bent back into the car hood, once again forcing her to talk to the top of his head.
Unable to give up without one more try, Pamela had said, “I…uh…was hoping that I could have a drink with you. Maybe even a dance, for old times’ sake.”
He snorted.
“You know I don’t dance.”
She smiled at his hair and spoke without thinking.
“Anyone who can do the horizontal bop the way you can, can dance!”
He looked up again, and his eyes were angry.
“What the hell do you want from me? You left me, remember? Repeatedly. And it's been two years since you even contacted me. I figured you thought about it and realized that I was right. So there’s nothing more to talk about. Now if you don’t mind, I have work to do.”
He turned to get a tool off of the shelf behind him, and Pamela had grabbed what little pride she had left, and hurried out through the door, and out of the station. She almost ran into the returning mechanic and the teenager, who must have had at least a couple of cigarettes in the time it took for Eric to stomp on her heart.
She had gotten into her car, and driven out into traffic, driving all of the way back to her motel, so she could park in the back lot and cry.
