Abbye learned to speak Croatian at a young age with her step-grandfather who took a boat across the sea to come to the United States when he was fourteen years old. Her sense of family and missing the old times with her grandfather prompted her to write her first book about a Croatian motorcycle club in the US.

Tuesday, June 2, 2015

#TeaserTuesday #5 - Cowboys of Slumber Creek

Book 1 - A Cowboy's Claim
By Amber Bentley
Release Date - TBA



            Arianna had no idea how her life had come to this. She was living in the middle of nowhere. It was snowing. Her water pipes were frozen – even though she had left dripping faucets – for three days. Frozen. There was no bus transportation to get her four kids to school, evidently the roads back here were too rough even for the governemnt to face – which meant she made a large number of trips to and from the lcoal schools each day getting her children there. She was dirty, tired and freezing cold.
            What was worse? Here stood Chance Dawson, her closest neighbor (if you can call someone a neighbor when you literally have to drive to their house to get there) who was also unexpecedly drop dead gorgeous. In this case, rumors were evidently true. Maybe not even justfully true enough.
            As she quickly made apologies for her unshowered appearance, she knew she'd have to invite him in. The counry life hospitality rule demanded it. You were always neighborly, even to complete strangers. It was a fact that Arianna was still trying to get used to.
            To her horror, she let out a groan while thinking of her huge pile of dishes that lined her kitchen counters. Not to mention her unmopped floors.
            Chance's grin made her blush. He was patiently standing on her deck, porch as it was called out here, in the freezing cold waiting for her to make up her mind.
            “Ummm. Do you want to come in? It's freezing out there.” Arianna asked before she could look any more like an idiot. She'd been in Slumber Creek for nine months, mostly keeping to herself – hard to fit in when the town was so small and most everyone here had generations of family born here. Hell, even most of the land was just passed down.
            That was her. Arianna the outsider.
            “Don't mind if I do, darlin'” Chance spoke in his deep voice as he walked in.
            Who would have thought the word darlin' could actually sound so appealing? “Do you want some iced tea?” Arianna asked as she wondered what brought him to her doorstep. In the time she'd been here, she'd only caught rare glimpses of him. According to conversations she'd overheard, he evidently worked a lot out of town.
            “Sure.”
            “It's sweet tea. I hope that's okay.” Damn, she hoped he'd say more than one word this time. Never had she – the city girl from Phoenix, Arizona – thought she'd find a country boy drawl hot.
            “That's great. I'm easy.”

            Doubtful, she thought. He looked far from anything easy. But there was that million dollar boyish grin again. It was hot, but it scared the hell out of her too. It screamed that he had to be a troublemaker.

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