Happy Release Day!I'm pleased to announce A New Beginning for Nanci is now available on Amazon, and it's on sale for 99 cents! It's a sweet contemporary romance with inspirational elements and a hot Navy guy!
Publisher & Release Date: Self-published, January 7, 2016
Time and setting: Present Day, Virginia Beach
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Inspirational/military
Length: 54K words
Heat Level: 1 Sweet Heart
On the day Nanci discovers she’s finally going to have a baby, she receives the devastating news every Navy SEAL’s wife never wants to hear. Her husband’s death sends her into the depths of despair. As she struggles to accept, she’s grateful for the support from the officer assigned to her.
Will she turn to God letting Him show her the path to a new beginning, or will fear of loving and losing keep her locked in the past?
When Lt. Daniel Foster’s appointed to assist a SEAL’s widow, the last thing he expects is a woman who can break through the barricade guarding his heart. As he helps her with the aftermath, he offers her a shoulder to lean on, but would like to offer more.
Should he allow their friendship to blossom and trust God will show him lowering his defenses is the only way to love?
After setting Tiger on the slate floor, she checked her voice mail on the home phone, but still no call from Bryan. Of course, his mission was a secret, as usual. She had no idea what time zone he was in. It could be the middle of the night for him. After feeding the cat, she settled on the couch with the paperback she’d purchased earlier in the day. Tiger curled beside her, and she became engrossed in the book, especially the part concerning the first trimester of pregnancy.
The doorbell rang.
She couldn’t imagine who it could be. Probably some kids selling something.
But a rush of anxiety flooded her system as icy prickles raced along her arms.
The doorbell rang again.
She laid her book down, went to the door, and used the peep hole to look out. Three men in Navy uniforms stood on her front porch.
Her heart caught in her throat.
Three men usually meant bad news, especially naval officers.
No, maybe they have the wrong house. Maybe they’re collecting money for some type of charity.
Anything but what it might mean.
Her body began to shake.
Her knees grew weak.
No, no! She would not allow those terrifying thoughts to enter her consciousness even for a moment.
Nonetheless, her hand trembled as she opened the door. Her voice shook as she said, “Hello. W-what can I d-do for you?”
The older officer removed his cover, tucking it under his arm. “Good afternoon, we’re here to see Mrs. Bryan Bowman.”
“I’m Mrs. Bowman. Please, c-come in.” Terror gripped her as she showed them into the living room.
Her mind screamed—Oh, God, please don’t let Bryan be hurt.
She pointed toward the couch. “P-please, make y-yourself…comfortable.”
“Mrs. Bowman,” the older officer began speaking as he sat in the seat adjacent to Nanci’s chair. “I’m Commander Reynolds, your husband’s commanding officer.”
A sick feeling rolled through her stomach.
“I regret to inform you, Lieutenant Junior Grade Bryan Teague Bowman was killed while on—”
“No…no, that can’t be true.” Nanci jumped up. Blood rushed to her head. “Not Bryan, he can’t…he can’t be d-dead!” She swayed as her knees gave out, and she started falling. The younger officer caught her and helped her sit down.
She slumped over in her seat and buried her head in her hands. Her heart seized in her chest.
Her ears rang.
Bile rose in her throat.
Grief beyond anything she’d ever experienced had her body trembling, her pulse racing. A weight settled on her chest. Huge tear drops fell from her eyes and dripped through her fingers onto her slacks.