Impossible love...
Unreachable. Dell Rosales gained her
nickname, "inalcansable," or "unreachable,'" the
old-fashioned way, earning it with every new rip in her heart.
Unwanted. Dell returns home to salvage her father's ranch by opening the place to a group of girls with problems and pain not unlike her own. With her outlook on love soured - perhaps beyond salvation - she clings to Becky, the tiny little girl whose own mother preferred a life of drugs and men to motherhood.
Unwinnable. Former DEA agent Jovani
Treviño has seen that the war isn't winnable: people keep dying. Drugs keep
killing them. But pleas for help from the DEA make him agree to one last battle
for the good cause - checking out heiress Dell Rosales, whose ranch on the Rio Grande
Unattainable. Suspicions, passion, and
their respective pasts draw Dell and Jovi into a tumultuous relationship that
both must avoid. Love seems distant, foolish to seek - unattainable. When an
epic flood threatens not only Dell's ranch but the surrounding area, will
anything survive?
EXCERPT:
“I
can use the other desk,” he offered, waving a hand at the room’s second desk,
unused
in years except to hold an unorganized collection of old magazines and clutter.
“And
there’s no need to feel uncomfortable in your own office.”
She regarded him thoughtfully. What he said
was perfectly reasonable, but there had been something in his voice, some
shadow of…something. Impatient with herself, she decided she was imagining it,
due, no doubt, to Karla’s unexpected confidences. Stalling, she stretched—and knew
she wasn’t imagining the way his eyes swept across the thin, blue fabric of the
knit top she was wearing. She ignored the unspoken interest in his eyes and
went on.
“I’m
hardly ever here. It would be silly, really—although it would look better.” She
hesitated,
trying to find a way to ask about the words on the yellow paper without
seeming
nosy. “Do we have business contacts in Houston
moment.
His
lips twitched. “I do,” he answered, and then laughed out loud. “Why do
the words
‘control
freak’ suddenly come to mind, Ms. Rosales?”
“What
do you mean?” she asked indignantly, flushing a little, because she realized
her
annoyance
must have shown in her eyes in spite of her determination to mask it.
“You
need to delegate, but you don’t like turning anything loose. You still want to
be
in
charge.” He shook his head at her. “Maybe we can’t deny our heritage, Dell. I
don’t
know
old Don Lionel, but you probably just did him proud.” Ignoring the anger
replacing
her
annoyance, he pulled the scrap out of his pocket and waved it between them like
a
flag.
“This actually is a business acquaintance of mine—nothing about the work I do
here.
Well, except that I had a job offer with a Houston
“Hmmm.”
Dell tapped a finger on her knee, leaning forward a little. “And just out of
curiosity,
since we’ve established that I’m nosy and controlling, what does la
inalcanzable
mean?” She held up a hand as Jovi started to answer. “Don’t
tell me what it
means—we
both speak Spanish. Tell me why it’s written here on this paper.”
Jovi
straightened in his chair, and his eyes bored into hers. For a moment, she
thought
he
wasn’t going to answer. “La inalcanzable.”
He
hesitated, but his eyes met hers unflinchingly. “It’s what I called Griselda--what
I still call her, sometimes, when I remember. Is anyone more off limits than
the boss’s wife?” His mouth twisted as
he pocketed the note. “Satisfied, Dell?”
“Perfectly,”
she returned crisply, and stood up. “Let’s look over the horses. I’ve
reached
a decision about some of them.”
His
eyes swept over her again appraisingly, and when he stood up, she was struck
again
by how tall he was. He towered over her, and she was tall, even in the
low-heeled
sandals
she’d worn today. She thinned her lips, willing herself to discard her vague
apprehensions
about the man. “Follow me,” she ordered, in her best control-freak voice,
and
walked out of the office.
“My
pleasure,” he murmured sardonically, giving her an insolent shrug when she
turned
to glare at his double-edged reply. “Hey, I’m just the hired hand, jefa.
You lead, I
follow.”
He laughed as her frown became more pronounced. “There’s a lot to be said for
following
women bosses.” Shaking his head at her, he waved down the hall corridor.
“After
you.”
Clamping
her lips together, Dell turned and walked toward the first stall, conscious of
Jovi’s eyes on her with each step she took.
Bio
“Everything you enjoy was written by
someone.” That’s a credo I drum into the
heads of my south Texas
My writing career began in first
grade, when my principal hung my Christmas story on the bulletin board at Mt.
Carmel Elementary in Douglasville ,
GA.
My most current release, Unattainable,
is my debut novel with Crimson Romance, and represents one of those joyous
stops along this road I’ve followed all my life—the road of a writer, which
doesn’t always go anywhere, but can never end.
Unattainable
is set in south Texas , a place where cultures
meet, clashing sometimes but also melding into memorable traditions, customs
and people unique to the storied banks of the Rio Grande Rio Grande
Gone are the days of youth when I
wanted to preside over the family’s roadside amusement park in rural Georgia ; I traded those crazy years for a more
pragmatic life in Laredo , Texas
Writing? Think of it as a survival skill. I always have.
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Wow. Loved the excerpt. Can't wait to read!
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