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â€œYou are never given a wish without also being given the power to make it true.â€ Richard Bach
A friend gave me a plague with the above quote inscribed on it many years ago. The plague still remains hung on my office wall and that quote has inspired me to take steps in my life that I might not have taken otherwise.
One path I started on was to strive to write for publication and years later, Iâ€™m finally seeing my dreams come true. My first release, OBSSESED BY WILDFIRE, hit the cyber-shelf this past Wednesday, January 27, 2010! Iâ€™m so excited.
OBSESSED BY WILDFIRE is not my first completed novel, itâ€™s not even my second or third. Does its ranking, among my completed works, diminish the excitement which tingles my entire soul today? Ah, NO!
OBSESSED BY WILDFIRE is rated HOT! I didnâ€™t know I could write HOT.
The story, set in the town of Wayback, Texas, is about a woman, Isobel, who meets a man, Warner, who could stop her from accomplishing her dreams of becoming the next national champion barrel racer. I love the banter Isabelleâ€™s emotional conflict causes between her and the sexy fire marshal. And itâ€™s good Warner knows how to handle wildfires because sparks rage between him and Issy.
Okay, I guess it should be rated hot.
Hereâ€™s an excerpt:
â€œWarner Keyson. You?â€ He folded his arms across his chest. His muscles bulged from beneath the rolled back sleeves of his white dress shirt. Sheâ€™d seen bigger forearmsâ€”on a few NFL players.
â€œWell, Ms. Trinidad, you couldâ€™ve caused some damage or killed someone the way you barreled in here.â€
â€œThe last time I heard, Raleigh was Waybackâ€™s chief and youâ€™re not one of his officers. Besides everyoneâ€™s inside.â€
â€œThere could be a couple or two in the backseat of those cars. You know, enjoying the night.â€
Warner Keysonâ€™s warm caramel gaze drifted over her and Isobelâ€™s legs buckled a degree before she roped off her reaction. Refusing to look away, she wrestled the urge to step closer and touch the cute dark lock that curled behind Mr. Keysonâ€™s right ear. â€œWere you peeking in windows?â€
â€œNah, not peeking.â€ His full lips pulled up the tiniest bit.
Looking pass him, she scanned the cars. Had he been in the backseat of one of them? Had one of the local girls already run him down and claimed him?
â€œSo what do you have in mind with that whip?â€
If youâ€™d like to read the entire story, and I hope you will, here is the link to The Wild Rose Press home page.