I'm Leslie Ann Dennis (but please call me Leslie otherwise I feel like I'm in trouble. See what my parents did to me by hollering "LESLIE ANN!" everytime I was in trouble? LOL) I live in Northwest Louisiana with my dear hubby of nearly 11 years and I currently have a full length rose available with the Champagne line of TWRP, titled REASON TO BELIEVE.
If you like your heroes tall, dark and Scottish, this may be the book for you. :)
Cocktail Reviews recently reviewed it (click here for full review)
Reason To Believe is a lovely, emotionally satisfying read with lovable characters and an ending that made me go ‘awww’. If you’re looking for a heart-warming read, I recommend this book.
Blurb: Lane Douglas is a die-hard realist, so when her superstitious grandfather tells her he will die if the tree planted long ago in his honor in Scotland is chopped down, she doesn't buy it for a second. But when her grandfather's health starts a downward slide, Lane hops on a plane and flies across the ocean to convince the landowner to spare the old, diseased oak. To her surprise the landowner is a devilishly handsome man named Conlan MacGregor. Practical Lane came prepared for a fight to save a silly tree, but she soon finds herself fighting to save her heart from falling under the magical charms of the hunky laird of Wolfscrag castle.
Filthy, dripping wet, and more than a little agitated, she made her way around the back of the castle. The only bright spot was finding the first door she tried unlocked. She hurried inside, past caring whether she was trespassing.
"Hello?" she called from the doorway. "Anybody home?"
What was it with these folks? You'd think at least a servant or two would be in a place this size. Shucking her jacket, she gingerly picked her way up the dark flight of wooden stairs that must be some sort of servants' entrance and emerged into the castle's spacious kitchen. Her earlier assumption of this place containing no modern conveniences couldn't have been more wrong. Appliances of every shape and type inhabited the room. She'd seen factory showrooms with fewer mechanical doodads!
Stepping out of her squishy shoes, she scanned the area, taking in the huge walk-in freezer, the two microwave ovens, the oversize kitchen sink with the two long legs sticking out from beneath it, the large gas range, the...
The two long legs?
She blinked and stepped around the wooden island for a closer look.
Yep. Definitely a pair of long, muscular legs protruding from under there.
Lane watched as one large tennis-shoed foot began tapping out a tempo, followed by a male voice singing a cappella and very off-key. She faintly recognized the tune as Rod Stewart's classic, Maggie May. Resisting the urge to giggle at the man's caterwauling, Lane instead squatted down and cleared her throat loudly.
"Wake up, Maggie, da da la bump ba da doo doo doo waaa..." the man sang.
Was he purposely ignoring her? She frowned. Now that was rude. "Excuse…"
A furious solo interrupted her as he banged his wrench loudly against a pipe beneath the sink.
Intent on getting his attention, Lane reached for his leg. Her hand connected with his bare knee, which peeked through the ripped and frayed hole of his faded jeans.The man immediately jerked upright and struck his head on the pipe he'd been trying to fix.
Guilt poured over her at the sound of his painful groan. "Sorry," she mumbled and stood.
The man crawled out from beneath the sink and pulled the buds from his ears, setting the mp3 player on the stone floor beside him. He rubbed his forehead and offered a brusque, "Hullo."
Lane's heart did a series of flip-flops. The man absolutely oozed sexiness.
Her gaze roamed over his tousled, jet-black hair; the faded white sweatshirt pulled taut over broad, muscular shoulders; the finely chiseled jaw that, even with a day's stubble, harbored a yummy cleft smack-dab in the center of his chin. Her lips parted when her gaze reached and locked with a pair of smoldering silver eyes.
"Mmm hmm." Her throat was suddenly bone-dry.
Eyeing her hesitantly, the man pulled a red rag from his back pocket and wiped his hands. "What did you do,lass, swim the loch to get here?"
His deep, accented voice washed over her, sending goose bumps skittering across her skin.
Here's a short trailer if you'd like to take a look, too.
I hope you enjoyed it! Thanks so much for reading/watching.
*HUGS and Happy Monday!*