Shannon here: Sara Davison shares insight into her real life whirlwind romance, plus an excerpt from her latest Romantic Suspense, Every Flower of the Field. Comment or answer the question in this post to enter the drawing for a print copy, U.S. or Canada only. Deadline: March 18th, 11:59 pm central time. Here’s Sara:
Sometimes You Just Know
I knew the day I met Michael that I would marry him. He must have felt the same, because we’d only dated a few weeks before we started talking about getting engaged. Almost from day one, Michael would come to my place for breakfast before he went to work. He’d return on his lunch break and we’d eat together, and after work we spent the evening watching movies or going out. Basically, we crammed a normal months or years-long courtship into those few weeks.
We bought the engagement ring together after stumbling across it in an antique store one day. While I knew he planned to propose soon, I didn’t know exactly when or under what circumstances.
The two of us had started dating in October, when Michael’s parents were spending a few weeks at Myrtle Beach in North Carolina. When they did come home, they lived a couple of hours away, so I didn’t have a chance to meet them until Christmas Day, ten weeks after we started going out. We enjoyed the day at their house, and then my parents invited them to come for dinner on December 28th so the four of them could get to know each other.
After a wonderful meal and time of conversation, my mom said something about dessert, but Michael asked her to wait a moment. He then got down on one knee in front of both sets of parents and asked me to marry him. Of course, I said yes.
As my parents had observed the two of us over the last couple of months and knew how much time we’d spent together and how close we were, they weren’t surprised (although they had not expected to be part of the proposal scenario). Michael’s poor parents, though. They had only met me three days earlier. I’m sure the thought running through both their minds in that moment was, Who are you again?
At our wedding eleven weeks later, they still looked a little dazed. I didn’t blame them. It’s not the path for everyone, and I’d likely be a little dazed if one of my kids did the same to me. However, sometimes you just know when you know. And twenty-seven years and three grown children later, I still know what I knew the day we met.
In my latest release, Every Flower of the Field, Laken and Rose meet through a closed door. She is trapped in a room because the house is wired with explosives. As the bomb squad works to defuse the bombs, Laken stays outside her room, talking to her for hours. In the excerpt below, they have just met in person for the first time:
When she finally spoke, Rose’s voice was faint, far away, and she didn’t open her eyes. “Did he tell you what happened to our parents?”
Laken hesitated. Maybe she wouldn’t like it, but he wouldn’t lie to her. “Yes.”
She nodded slightly. After a couple more seconds of silence, she said, “I think I need to sleep now.”
“All right. Do you want me to go?”
Rose slid a pale white hand between the bed rails and touched the tips of her fingers lightly to his. “I’d rather you stay.”
Almost immediately, she pulled back her hand and slid it under the sheet. His skin tingling where she had touched him, Laken swallowed. “Okay.”
Careful. She knows how to use touch to get what she wants. Or to give men what she thinks they want. Laken shoved away the cynical thought. Somehow, with Rose, he knew that brief contact meant far more. Despite everything she had endured at the hands of brutal, perverse men the last eight years, the fact that she would allow him to be here while she slept, that she would willingly touch him, even briefly, showed that she believed he was safe. Nothing anyone in his life had ever said or thought about Laken meant as much to him as that.
Michael and I knew from the start that we were meant for each other, and, in Every Flower of the Field, Laken and Rose feel the same way.
Sometimes you just know when you know.
Question for Readers: Have you ever met anyone and felt from the first moment, they would be an important part of your life? Tell us about it.
About Sara: Sara Davison is a Word, Cascade, and two-time Carol Award winner of romantic suspense. She resides in Ontario with her husband, Michael, and their three mostly grown kids. Like every good Canadian, she loves coffee, hockey, poutine, and apologizing for no particular reason. Learn more & connect:
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About the Book – Every Flower of the Field:
Safe is the most dangerous feeling of all.
For as long as she can remember, Rose Galway has been a captive, controlled by one man or another. To her, though, God is the one holding the keys, refusing to set her free despite the desperate pleas she has sent heavenward.
Detective Laken Jones has known hardship too, including the daily trauma of racism. Still, nothing he has gone through compares to what Rose has endured. He wants nothing more than for her to experience hope and healing and maybe even happiness in her life.
But first he has to find her.
Laken is willing to risk everything to set Rose free. And to help her find her way to God. Even if that means letting go of her—and the future he envisions for the two of them—forever.
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Thanks so much for having me on your blog, Shannon!
Glad to have you here, Sara. I told myself I’d marry my husband the first time I saw him. And I have a friend that I knew would be lifelong the first time we met.
Hi, The review/excerpt sounded intriguing! Thanks for the opportunity to enter a giveaway! Would love to win a print copy of Every Flower of the Field! Take care now! God bless!
No, I haven’t met anyone like that. It sounds like an interesting book.
no, haven’t
I have a winner! Beverly Duell-Moore won the drawing. I appreciate Sara for being my guest and everyone else for stopping by.