**updated to add a giveaway**
I've talked Sabrina into hosting a giveaway. (It was super hard, let me tell you. SUPER. Ha!)
Just comment on this blog post to be entered to either a Tryst Island book of your choice, or one of Sabrina's fabulous tiaras.
Winners with be picked by random and announced this Friday May 9th at 5pm PST
Winners with be picked by random and announced this Friday May 9th at 5pm PST
If you're anything like me, you've been waiting for the return trip to Tryst Island to visit group of friends who call themselves the Dawgs. You've been impatiently waiting for the guy who snagged your attention from the start. Not one of the main group of friends, but he's a part of the other group of friends who visit the island regularly. The one who covers himself up and stands a bit off from the crowd.
I don't know about you, but I just had to get to know Parker Reith a little better.
Lucky for me, Sabrina didn't make me wait too long. And I couldn't have been more pleased when scarred divorce lawyer tangled with gentle healer Kaitlin. She was it, the perfect person to soothe this broken, damaged hero and help him find love.
Hopefully he'd let her try.
Kaitlin, meanwhile, is battling her own demons (you knew she would be) and trying to keep it all together. When everyone is relying on her, she really can't let them down.
An exclusive excerpt from Parker's Passion, selected just for this blog!
“I dropped the knife,” Parker said nodding his head
toward the tree.
“I’ll get it.” Kaitlin leaped up and ran for the base
of the tree, quickly finding the red knife against the brown pine needles. She
pulled out the tiny scissors as she hurried back. “Hold him still while I cut
him free.”
Parker grunted as a talon flashed again catching him
on the sleeve of his shirt.
”He’s just frightened,” she said in a lulling tone as
she began to snip the lines. “Nothing to be afraid of here, little eagle. We’re
here to help you. We’re not going to hurt you. No. We’re not.”
She focused on calming the frightened bird as she
worked, pouring all her concentration into the task, gratified that the
creature seemed to understand she was trying to save it.
She
was amazing.
Parker watched her as she worked. Not her fingers, her
face. Her entire countenance was imbued with light, with a serene, soothing
confidence. The bird felt it. He certainly did as well.
Her coos reminded him of a lullaby from long ago, so
long ago it was swamped in darkness, but somehow, it shone through.
He held the eagle as still as he could as she worked,
all the while entranced by the spell she was weaving over the bird. Over them
both.
As she cut away the string, being careful not to snip
a feather, she peeled back the jacket until she reached the head. With a sigh,
she snipped the last line.
The raptor observed her with unblinking eyes,
surreally relaxed, as though it understood. It was a magnificent animal with
thick muscled shoulders and legs and a wicked hooked beak.
“Okay now. I’m done. I got it all. Ease the jacket
away and let him try to stand.”
Parker did so, ready to make a grab the bird if it
suddenly attacked. It was large enough to do serious damage to an alabaster
face. Kaitlin seemed to have no fear. She cooed again, encouraging it to
struggle its feet. It took one step, two, then spread its wings. It flapped
once and then, with a small hop, took off in a great whoosh, soaring into the
sky, letting out a gleeful cry.
