Shannon here: Jerusha Agen shares how her characters meet from her latest Women’s Fiction, This Dance. Comment or answer the question at the end of any post dated July 24 – 27 to enter the drawing for a copy. Deadline: August 8th, 11:59 pm central time. Here’s Jerusha:
How did your hero and heroine meet?
Totally by the hand of Providence. Because of a tragedy three years ago, former tango dancer Nye Sanders, has built walls of protection around her heart and won’t let anyone in. She believes that if she can cut love and passion completely out of her life, she can avoid ever getting hurt again. But God is about to show Nye that she isn’t the one in control of her life.
God flips Nye’s life upside down beginning with a car accident and a handsome stranger who stops to help, but ends up wreaking havoc with Nye’s emotions. When this same handsome hero shows up at Nye’s workplace, she knows she’s in serious trouble…or maybe falling into some serious romance!
Excerpt of hero and heroine’s first meeting:
“Are you okay?”
Nye started and whirled to meet the source of the deep voice.
A tall stranger watched her across the roof of her car. “Sorry. I was behind you when you spun out. Are you hurt?”
“Uh…” Nye’s mind seemed to work in slow-motion as she processed what he said. “No, I’m fine.”
He smiled. “Good.” He glanced down, then back at her. “I see your car wasn’t so fortunate.”
She stared at him, unable to concentrate on anything other than his smile, which was nothing short of gorgeous. It went well with his broad shoulders and unusual height. If he were standing closer, even Nye at five feet nine would have to tilt her head to see his face. She suddenly realized she was taking inventory and wanted to shake her head in disgust. Maybe she should add a head injury to the list.
His comment finally registered, and she walked around the front of the car, relieved her legs were steady. “Is it bad?”
“Could be worse.”
Nye frowned as she looked at the side that had hit the guard rail. A large dent caved in the back door and garish scratches slashed the black paint. Terrific.
“Thank the Lord you didn’t get hurt anyway.”
Nye turned to counter the religious statement, but the words died in her throat when her gaze collided with his eyes—as deep and rich as a melted pool of chocolate.
“Are you stuck?”
“What?” Nye tried to match the question to her train of thought.
“Your car. Is it in the ditch at all?”
“Oh.” A flush of heat filled her cheeks. “I don’t think so.” She seized the excuse to hide her embarrassment and looked at the car.
He was already heading for the other side of the vehicle, assessing the car’s position. “Looks like you’re mostly on the shoulder. Back tire’s in the snow a bit, but you should get out okay.”
Nye sighed. At least she wouldn’t have to spend hours trying to extract the car from a snow drift.
He came back and stopped close to her. “I thought for sure you’d end up in the ditch or worse when you spun out like that.” He watched a car drive slowly past, its occupants staring at the roadside scene. “That’s a nasty curve in this weather.”
“Tell me about it.”
He turned his dark gaze on her. “It’s a miracle you weren’t hurt. Do you want me to call the police or the hospital or anyone?” He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a cell phone. “You should see a doctor, just to make sure—”
“No, please. That’s really not necessary.” A twinge of annoyance ran through her at his assertiveness. But it was impossible to stay irritated when he flashed that grin.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to tell you what to do.”
Taken aback by how quickly he interpreted her reaction, Nye paused. Maybe she was being unfair. The man was only trying to help. She mustered half a smile. “It’s nice of you to be concerned, but I’m fine. And if I need help, I have my own cell.” She reached into her pocket for the phone and winced at the pain that flared in her palm when she grasped the cold plastic.
“Are you okay? Did you hurt your hand?”
Nye slowly removed it from her pocket. “I don’t know, I—”
Before she knew what he was doing, her hand was cradled in the warmth of his. “You are hurt.” He examined the wounds that were beginning to smart as the effects of the adrenaline faded.
Her fingernails had punctured the skin of her palms, and a small amount of blood seeped out the gashes.
“That’s pretty bad. You should have a doctor take a look.”
Nye was far more concerned with the way her breathing sped up at his touch than she was worried about some minor cuts.
About Jerusha: Jerusha Agen is a lifelong lover of story–a passion that has led her to a B.A. in English and a highly varied career. A member of American Christian Fiction Writers, Jerusha is the author of the Sisters Redeemed Series, which includes the titles This Dance, This Shadow, and This Redeemer. Jerusha co-authored the e-books A Ruby Christmas, A Dozen Apologies, and The Love Boat Bachelor from Write Integrity Press.
Jerusha relishes snowy Midwest winters spent with her three large, furry dogs and two small, furry cats.
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About the book – This Dance: No love, no pain. No God, no games.
A tragedy three years ago destroyed Nye’s rise to the top of the dancing world as an upcoming tango star, and in the process destroyed her reason for living. She survived the pain and built a new life resembling nothing like the one she left behind, determined never to hurt again.
Nye’s emotional walls hold up perfectly until she meets a handsome lawyer and an elderly landowner. They seem harmless, but one awakens feelings she doesn’t want and the other makes her face the God she can’t forgive. Will these two men help Nye dance again?
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Question: Have you ever had a minor accident due to snow or ice in a car or walking?
Come back July 27th for Jerusha’s romantic character interview & a 2nd excerpt!