The day has finally arrived!
UP TO THE CHALLENGE, book 2 in the Anchor Island Series, is now available. Though you aren’t likely to find the paperback in your local book store (my publisher is an imprint of Amazon and the big companies don’t play well together – sigh), but you can order the print copy from any retailer. B&N, Books-A-Million, Powell’s, Book Depository, and more. And of course all version plus the Kindle book from Amazon. I’m sure the audio version will hit Audible soon, too.
To give you a little taste of what you’d be getting if you order, here’s a snippet from early in the book. Our hero, Lucas, has just opted not to make the hour ride from the hospital (his father had a heart attack) back to Anchor Island with his brother and former fiance. That’s left him to ride with Sid. A decision he might be rethinking after this exchange.
“If you think you can avoid them for the next six weeks, you’ve forgotten Anchor is the size of a postage stamp.”
“I haven’t forgotten anything. I’m just not in the mood tonight.”
“So long as you wallow in silence, I’m good with it.” Sid wasn’t sure why she was provoking him, but it seemed a good enough way to keep a sort of distance between them.
Lucas stopped. “I’m not wallowing.”
Sid kept moving. “Yes, you are.”
“What do you know?” he said. Hard to believe this man argued legal cases in front of a jury. Good thing he was pretty.
“I know a man stuck in a pout when I see one.” Distance shmistance, Sid had no intention of contributing to Lucas’s pity party, especially not over another woman. She was more the snap-out-of-it type than the huggie type. Sid didn’t hug as a rule. “Truck’s over here.”
“You like this with everyone or am I just special?” Lucas joined her next to the Chevy, looking like he might change his mind and run off to catch Joe and Beth.
Sid unlocked the passenger door, then turned to face her long-time crush. Don’t let it show. “If we’re going to spend our days together, we need to get something straight right now. I’m not a coddler. I’m not going to nurse that damaged ego of yours, and I’m sure as hell not going to tiptoe around trying not to say something that might make you feel bad.”
His full lips flattened. “I hope you’re not on the island welcoming committee.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Oh, I don’t know. That maybe your attitude would send a shark racing in the other direction.” Lucas leaned on the truck bed, looking proud of himself for that one.
Sid gave him her best fuck you look and headed around the front of the truck.
“And another thing,” Lucas said, following her. “You can drop that chip on your shoulder at the door.”
“You might be the first woman I’ve ever met with a Napoleon complex.”
Sid stopped. No one made fun of her height. She counted to ten as she turned. The man was hurting, but he’d crossed a line.
“Unless you want to walk your scrawny ass back to Anchor, I suggest you shut your mouth and get in the truck. And walk around the back because I’m already tempted to run over you.”
She opened the door and climbed up, struggling to control her temper. For fourteen years she’d longed to gain this man’s attention. Talk about a case of careful what you wish for.
Needless to say, I had a fantastic time with these characters. I hope you will, too!