Monday, October 01, 2012

The Sparrow and The Hawk, by Meg Lacey

My daughter, Jes, and I were planning a road trip for the beginning of August so we could drive son-in-law’s new car to their home in San Diego, CA. Then. July 3, 1:30 am, we got a call from a hospital in SD, my daughter, Sara, had an emergency C-section and the baby was 9 weeks early. Panic Ensued. My Navy son-in-law was not in SD and needed an emergency flight back, while my daughter needed help with  her other two children while she was in the hospital. Jes and I rearranged our plans and hit the road three weeks ahead of schedule. We still made it a fun trip, going to Colorado first, then the Grand Canyon, and finally arrived in SD exhausted but happy.  We met Sylvie Joy in the NICU at Balboa Hospital.  She was 3lbs. 4 oz. and a fighter.  Within two weeks she was out of the incubator and in a crib and after 5 weeks was allowed to go home.  We were all thrilled.  I am so awed by the skill and decication of the nurses and doctors in Neo-natal Care.  It was thanks to them and to Sara who spent all day with her baby that Sylvie did so well.  And, I got to bond again with Jes.  Sometimes the most unexpected events end up the best.
 

 
 
The Sparrow and The Hawk
Available from ImajinnBooks
The Sparrow and The Hawk… set in New Mexico, Arizona, and San Diego.
Saving the world from evil and chaos is hard, but falling in love is even harder.
 
Jillie Harte, the Sparrow, a film maker, is an agent for NAS (Normal, Abnormal, Strange) Agency. She must find The Carmaletta Choker before it destroys the world.
 
Griff Ryland, aka the Hawk, Jillie’s new cameraman, needs to retrieve the choker. As a shapeshifter, he feels certain of success.  But he doesn’t bargain for a sassy, sexy redhead—and for his urge to settle their differences in bed.
 
Excerpt:  The Sparrow and The Hawk
 
Jillie did another visual sweep of the lobby and met the gaze of a red-hot guy across the room. Jillie held her breath as the serious eye-yum moved toward her. The guy didn’t walk as much as he swaggered in that cocky, loose-limbed and fluid way that some great-looking men have programmed into their bones. He was tall and lean, with wheat-blond hair sporting a hint of a wave that fell almost to his shoulders, brilliant blue eyes, chiseled cheekbones and a strong jawbone. Still holding her gaze, the man smiled. His teeth were so strong and white that Jillie was tempted to reach for her sunglasses. He looked like a cover model for a man’s Western cologne. All he needed was a wild horse between his thighs, a wilder woman hanging onto him as if she’d never let him go, and a pulsating soundtrack.
            His smile broadened as he came close. “Hey,” he said.
Jillie glanced over her shoulder to see whom he was addressing.
            “Hey,” he said again.
            Redirecting her gaze, Jillie was surprised to find him standing directly in front of her. Given her recent image of him on a horse, his “hey” sounded appropriate.
            “Hey, there.” His voice was deep and a bit raspy, intimate enough to make Jillie think of hot, sweaty sex.
            She frowned, wishing she could shut her eyes. Her nose started itching. Maybe she was allergic to so much male beauty.  His grin moved up a notch to more-blinding-than-the noonday-summer-sun. Jillie blinked. “You must really have a great dentist.”
The guy looked confused for a moment. “Huh?”
“Forget it. Just a joke.”
“Oh.” He hooked a thumb in his belt. “Are you Jillian Harte? I’m Griff Ryland.”
            “Uh-huh.”
            “You know. Griff Ryland.”
            Words formed in her mind as she felt the full power of his blue eyes, but given his questioning look, she didn’t think her verbal answer came out well.  She tried again, taking care to form each syllable. “No. I don’t know any Griff Ryland.”
            He shrugged, “We’ve never met personally.  I thought Kenny might have said something, since I’ve already heard a lot about you.”
            Jillie tilted her head, wondering where this was leading.  “I know Kenny Podansky. He works with me.”
            “Not on this project. You get me instead.”
            “Can I do anything I want with you?”
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Or email: meg@meglacey.com

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