Happy holidays! All month long meet some of our authors and their best selling books.
Today we’re getting to know Beth Anne Miller and her hero and heroine from Under a Storm-Swept Sky!
A little about Beth Anne Miller…
Favorite Holiday Song: “Christmas Eve in Sarajevo,” by Trans-Siberian Orchestra
Favorite Holiday Food: Potato Latkes
Favorite Holiday Movie: “Love Actually”
Are you the type of person who on November 1st…thinks it’s time to break out the Christmas music or thinks It’s not even Thanksgiving yet folks!
I’m Jewish, so the latter for sure!
Are you one of those shoppers who has gone through your list and are done shopping well ahead of Christmas or are you elbowing people out of your way on Christmas Eve to finish your shopping?
I’m usually fairly last-minute with holiday shopping.
Book Title: UNDER A STORM-SWEPT SKY
Hero’s Name: Rory Sutherland
Heroine’s Name: Amelia Benson
What would the perfect gift your hero would give your heroine and why?
A video highlights reel of the Skye Trail in Scotland, because she spent a lot of time taking photos and less time actually looking at the dramatic scenery.
What would the perfect gift your heroine would give your hero and why?
A shopping spree at his favorite outdoor gear store, so he can upgrade his older gear, since he works as a guide for long-distance hikes in Scotland.
Where would your hero or heroine secretly hang some mistletoe to catch an extra special holiday kiss and why?
From a tree branch along a hiking trail they’re on in Scotland.
I kissed him.
There, in our warm cocoon, skin to skin, with the chill finally gone from my bones, with the rain drowning out the world around us. I needed to know what it would feel like when he was fully awake and we both knew what was going on.
He went still for a heartbeat. Then his arms tightened around me and he kissed me back—as if he’d been dying to for his whole life.
The world outside faded away but for the sound of our breath, the touch of lips and tongues, our soft moans as we kissed and kissed. I shivered, but not from the cold this time.
I delved my fingers into his lovely hair, damp from the rain but still so soft. He shifted so I was lying partially beneath him, his hand skimming down my side and up to caress my breast through my bra. I arched against him, wanting more.
He tore his mouth from mine, breathing hard. I opened my eyes, confused. Why was he stopping? “Rory—?”
“We have to go. Now, while the rain has stopped.”
Sure enough, it was quiet outside. How had he even noticed? I certainly hadn’t, while we were kissing like there was no tomorrow.
He handed me my T-shirt, then averted his eyes while I pulled it on, as if he hadn’t stripped it off me barely half an hour ago, as if he hadn’t had his hands all over my body barely two minutes ago. We put on our rain gear, and he helped me with my boots. He got to his feet and helped me to mine, and we ducked out of the tent.
The rain had tapered off to a light mist. I sat on the rock while Rory quickly and efficiently—as always—repacked our gear. A few minutes later, we were slogging our way down the path.
Without one word spoken. As if our interlude in the tent had been nothing more than a dream.
An eighty-mile trek across the rugged, stunning beauty of Scotland’s Isle of Skye isn’t something I imagined myself doing. Ever. This isn’t a trail for beginners. And I’m not a hiker.
But I have to finish it, even if it kills me. I have no choice.
With the ever-changing weather and relentless terrain, I’m in over my head.
Rory Sutherland, my guide on this adventure, is not happy. We clash with every mile, but we recognize a shared pain. Not only is the journey a struggle, but the tension between us is taut with unsaid words. And hope.
He’s broken. I’m damaged. Together, we’re about to make the perfect storm.