Sierra O’Brien and Carter Grove have a lot of history—and regrets between them. Their high school romance didn’t survive after he went away to college. Despite tremendous business success, Carter never found another woman like Sierra and has two failed marriages to prove it. Sierra’s luck wasn’t much better, but after being widowed, she heads back to Bliss to plan her future. The last thing either expected was to run into each other or to reconnect to the magic that once drew them together.
Can Sierra and Carter make it work this time or are they doomed to repeat the past and let the same mistakes drive them apart? In Bliss, the inexplicable is an everyday occurrence, and anything is possible—especially during a blue moon.
Blue Moon Over
Bliss Lake
Blue Moon Series
1
Contemporary
holiday novella
About 40,000
words
Book video
About the
Author:
Cate
Masters has made beautiful central Pennsylvania her home, but she’ll always be
a Jersey girl at heart. When not spending time with her dear hubby, she can be
found in her lair, concocting a magical brew of contemporary, historical, and
fantasy/paranormal stories with her cat Chairman Maiow and dog Lily as company.
Look for her at http://catemasters.blogspot.com and in strange nooks and
far-flung corners of the web.
Contact
Details:
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Email: cate.masters@gmail.com
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Enjoy the following excerpt for BLUE MOON OVER BLISS
LAKE:
Ensconced in soft down, Sierra
floated down from her dreams, the one place she always found safety. Her body
acknowledged the bed, the sunshine stinging her eyes drawing her back toward
reality. Reluctantly, she pried open one then blinked both open. After a moment
of confusion, she knew where she was: home. In Bliss.
Dreams of Carter had helped make
the night blissful, too. While she rose and puttered around, making the bed, a
vivid image of him stayed in her mind. How the heck had a decade improved his
looks? Carter 2.0. Oh yeah, he’d love that, with all his cutting-edge
technological developments, he’d become one of Steve Jobs’ main competitors.
Unlike Jobs, Carter’s sharp, professional appearance lent an unapproachable
air, the expensive suit he’d worn the day before cut so well to his figure it
looked tailor-made. It probably was. The soft fabric had surprised her. So had
the taut muscles beneath the suit. Carter kept himself in shape. He had
everything in life he could possibly need. A pang of regret sliced through her.
Or did he? She headed to the bathroom
and twisted the faucet knob. Steam began to fill the small bathroom as she
stepped inside the shower. It hadn’t escaped her notice when Forbes listed him
in its Top 40 Under 40. She’d been
happy for his success, but something about those media photos grabbed her
attention, and she lingered over them. His smile appeared too rehearsed, empty
of happiness. Sometimes pictures showed a woman clinging to him, her embrace
cloying and possessive rather than loving.
Toweling off, she tried to
remember his current wife’s name. It escaped her; he’d married at least twice.
A bitter chuckle escaped and she wiped the mirror free of steam a little harder
than necessary. And you thought you were
the love of his life. Obviously, he didn’t have one—he had many.
She frowned at her hazy
reflection. After reading another article she’d run across online in some
pretentious magazine like Architectural
Digest, she’d questioned whether she ever really knew the man. His
wife—Barbara, maybe?—had had their initials monogrammed on everything
throughout their McMansion. A beautiful place, but cold. Overbearing. Nothing
like the boy she’d once loved.
You’re not exactly the same girl either. Gaunt face, pale skin, and dark circles beneath her eyes. Not for long. Carter had made his mark
on the world and she intended to do the same. Much smaller than his, of course,
but she didn’t need to conquer the universe. A state or two might be nice,
though.
“Oh, Carter.” He’d left his mark
on her, too. Ten years melted away when she’d seen him the day before, the two
minutes leaving a vivid impression. Throughout the night, in the haze of sleep,
memories of the two years they’d shared filled her with sublime happiness. How
bright the future had appeared then.
She straightened. It will be. A little late, but starting over would give her the
opportunity to make it better this time.
Thanks so much for featuring Blue Moon Over Bliss Lake!
ReplyDeleteHappy holidays,
Cate