I set out early this past Black Friday for
shopping with one goal: to find a functional, handbag that was big enough to
carry my small laptop, notebooks, file folders, and all the other minutiae I
need on a daily basis.
Then I saw this handbag and I slammed to a
halt. It was NOT what I was looking for.
But I saw that pretty pale pink and black handbag with the girly swirls, and it
called out to me. “Take me home,” it whispered, over and over again until I
finally marched right up to the counter and whipped out my credit card. And now
we’re living happily ever after.
PART SOLDIER. PART SURVIVOR. ALL COWBOY.
Nash Sullivan doesn’t need help from anyone. Not his father, not his brothers and sure as heck not from a physical therapist—even a darn feisty one like Kelsey Summers. He lost his leg during his overseas deployment and he just wants to be left alone. Besides, the last thing a woman like Kelsey needs is half a man.
Single mom Kelsey knows all too well that the scars on the inside run the deepest. She needs to move on from her own tragic past, but the Sullivan ranch is starting to feel a little too much like home. And she can’t stop thinking about her wounded—and gorgeous—patient. Could Nash be the cure for her own broken heart?
Nash Sullivan doesn’t need help from anyone. Not his father, not his brothers and sure as heck not from a physical therapist—even a darn feisty one like Kelsey Summers. He lost his leg during his overseas deployment and he just wants to be left alone. Besides, the last thing a woman like Kelsey needs is half a man.
Single mom Kelsey knows all too well that the scars on the inside run the deepest. She needs to move on from her own tragic past, but the Sullivan ranch is starting to feel a little too much like home. And she can’t stop thinking about her wounded—and gorgeous—patient. Could Nash be the cure for her own broken heart?
“You
don’t seem to understand that recovery from an injury like this takes time. We
can’t rush it, or we’ll be doing more harm than good,” said Kelsey.
He
handed her a bottle of water and opened another for himself. “I need to get to
work. I’m out of the military, so I need to earn a living.”
“Nash,
please. Talk to your family. I’m sure they’ll under—”
“No.
Final answer.” He opened the door. “I suppose you’re coming back tomorrow for
another torture session?”
“Yes.
And I’m bringing my medieval bag of tricks for you.”
Feisty. “What time shall I
expect the full rack?”
“Probably
a little later than today.
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Allison, I am thrilled to have you showing off your handbag, but more importantly, your NEW BOOK!! Congratulations, my friend.
10 comments:
Hi Allison. Great excerpt and I love the handbag. Pale pink and black is an awesome duo.
Hi, Pam! I am having serious handbag envy today.
Beautiful bag and the story sounds wonderful! By the way, did you ever find the other bag you were looking for?
Love the bag Allison! Congrats on your new release!!
Your bag looks like a great choice for a Sunday dinner at a fancy family place.
Pamela, pink and black is my new favorite combo! And all because of that handbag. Thanks for stopping by!
Vicki, thank you so much for having me on your blog today! I love following you and seeing the wonderful handbags your guests bring to show.
Hi, Melissa! Nope, I never did find the right handbag, so I carry my pretty purse and schlep the laptop and files in a tote bag. At least it's pink, too! Thanks for stopping in to say hello.
Hi, Karilyn! Thank you for stopping in!
Hi, Angela! I love the handbag. It's like carrying my Sunday best handbag every single day!
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