Only if You Dare by Margo Hoornstra
I’m happy to welcome back Margo Hoornstra! She’s introducing her latest release, Only if You Dare, and my blog is one of her stops during her blog tour. Check it out!
All the pleasures and none of the pain, that’s what Cynthia Buckingham wants in a relationship these days. A one-night stand with Jonah Colt seems to fit that bill perfectly. Newly divorced, she’s too busy planning her daughter’s wedding for any serious involvement. Besides, her true passion is helping victims of PTSD reclaim their lives.
Waking up after spending the night with a woman he barely knows, Jonah is stunned to realize sex for the sake of sex isn’t enough for him anymore. A veteran of more military battles than he cares to count, he wants to forget it all and focus on peaceful civilian life. Except flashbacks won’t allow it.
Falling for Cynthia makes Jonah regret his weakened state, but he’d rather hide the truth than face it. When she sets aside everything she believes in to help him heal, can he accept her help–and her love?
When he walked in and flicked on a light, the bathroom was exactly as he remembered. Huge. Lined in granite, with the toilet and double sink in a separate room from the tub and shower. Each of those, he knew from personal experience, were sized to comfortably accommodate two adults—if not more.
And made him wonder, briefly, what his hostess did in there when she was alone. If she was ever alone.
A thought he swiftly chastised himself for having as he squared up in front of the commode. Just because he was the fortunate recipient of what could be termed a one night stand, didn’t necessarily mean she did this type of thing as a rule any more than he.
Stopping to wash his hands, he splashed a couple of handfuls of water on his face then glanced in the mirror and drew his lips back to check out the condition of his teeth. Running his tongue over the residue of his last meal, he was reminded of road kill smeared on some highway. Then he spied a bottle of mouthwash on one side of the sink and took a swig. After a few quick swishes, he leaned forward to spit and finished up by wiping his face and hands on a light blue towel hung from a golden ring.
At least he’d made himself relatively presentable and ready for whatever this morning would bring.
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About the Author
Like many writers, it’s hard to determine exactly when my fiction writing career began. I remember composing a short story in grade school (I have no idea about what) which was chosen for publication in an all school anthology. A journalism class taken in junior high school led to a job on the school newspaper and a weekly column.
I always loved reading. I loved writing too. Someday, I thought, maybe when I grew up and received the right training, I could actually write a book. After all, I was often told, laughingly most times, I had an extremely vivid imagination.
Through the years, the desire to write was always there. I had so many ideas and characters roaming around in my head, so many stories. But the business of living—going to college, getting married then raising a family—took precedence over something as frivolous as writing a book.
Then one day out of the blue I was downsized—effective immediately—from a job I’d held for over thirty years. What seemed so unfair at the time, I now recognize the tremendous gift I was given that day. As I’m now able to spend more and more time doing what I love—writing romantic fiction—I find I really do have an abundance of stories to share.