THE DELUCA FAMILY SERIES by Amy Reece
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Melanie Blythe has a house, a career, and a cat. She doesn’t need a man.
But she isn’t the only one who’s noticed the gorgeous cop down the street. When her faithless cat prances home from the cop’s house with a note tucked in his collar, it might be the beginning of something beautiful…or it might be Melanie’s death warrant.
Detective Finn DeLuca is stuck at home recovering from a hit-and-run accident, and has plenty of time to wonder about the woman two doors down. There’s something mysterious about the beautiful brunette, and he’s determined to get to know her.
But someone else has other plans.
As the two grow closer, someone is watching—and waiting. Sooner or later, their chance will come.
And the two lovebirds will never see it coming.
Hugh DeLuca wants to settle down and start a family. But the only woman he wants—the one he can’t get out of his mind—doesn’t seem the family type.
She’s Christine Hart, a tough-as-nails police detective, and she happens to be investigating a mob murder at one of his construction sites.
As Chris’s feelings for him start to show, Hugh struggles to keep his distance. He’s afraid the savvy cop will break his heart, that she’ll choose her career over him—or worse yet, her deadly job will take her away forever.
Little does he know, he’s the one who will break her heart…and turn the murder investigation upside down.
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Isabelle DeLuca is capable of juggling her family obligations and her career as co-owner of DeLuca Construction. What she can’t do is reveal the huge secret hidden in her past—not even to her best friend or her own mother.
But when that mystery man suddenly appears again in the flesh, she’s forced to face the truth she’s tried so hard to hide.
Then, while looking into a lead on a business associate, she stumbles across something big—big enough to get Homeland Security involved—and soon finds herself embroiled in an investigation of possible domestic terrorism.
Who knew love—and bookkeeping—could be so hazardous?
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Amy Reece lives in Albuquerque, NM, with her husband and family. She loves to read and travel and has an unhealthy addiction to dogs. She believes red wine and coffee are the elixirs of life and lead to great inspiration. She is the author of The Seeker Series (YA paranormal) and The Way to Her Heart (YA Romantic Suspense).
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by Lynn Hobbs
A booming voice called his name above the chatter of the crowded café. Cordell perched sideways on a swivel stool.
“What’s up?” An older man approached, narrow reading glasses sliding on his nose. His bald head glistened.
“Mr. Moore.” Cordell stood, and they slapped each other on the arm. The older man towered over Cordell’s lanky frame.
“Look at you.” Mr. Moore stepped back, cocked his head to the side, and scanned the younger man. “What’s with the beard?”
“It’s growing.” Cordell gave a half- smile, and motioned toward the stools. “Lunch is on me. Glad you could make it. This hot weather isn’t healthy, is it?”
Mr. Moore chuckled. “No, but summer heat is part of Texas.”
Both ordered the lunch special with iced tea. He glanced at the young man.
“Heard some talk…heard you divorced Twyla.”
“Pretentious female, and all about herself. Guess you know that now.”
“I know it well…and I should have trusted your judgment… not my hormones.”
“Cordell, sometimes no one can tell anyone anything. They have to experience it firsthand for themselves.”
“Oh, it was an experience. I did everything for her.” He frowned at his older friend. “It was never enough, though.”
Mr. Moore grimaced.
Conversation ceased while the waitress set their food on the counter.
“Anything else I can get you?” She yanked two straws from her pocket placing them near their iced tea glasses.
“We’re fine, thank you.” Mr. Moore focused on his friend as she left.
Gazing at the heavy laden plates, Cordell appeared lost in thought, and slowly cut into his chicken fried steak.
“I’m here for you, man.” Mr. Moore spoke in an easygoing manner. “You may have graduated high school three years ago, but I will always be your mentor.” Blending gravy into his mashed potatoes, he waved his fork at Cordell. “Tell me about Twyla.”
Cordell’s shoulders slumped. He glanced at the other customers, and one couple looked in his direction.
“Twyla.” He paused, lowered his voice, and made eye contact with his mentor. “Twyla would not cook. I’d buy something after work, and bring it home. I heard one lie after another. She’d say she didn’t feel good. I didn’t know she stayed up all night, and slept all day. She wouldn’t wash dishes or clothes, wouldn’t pick up after herself…she always had an excuse. After I washed or cleaned, she’d get out of bed and act sleepy saying she felt a little better. Then on weekends, she’d go out with her friends feeling great.”
“Cordell, there is an old saying for your marriage.”
“That’s too much buck for a little sugar.”
“I did try hard to please her…and for what? She never did anything for me.”
The older man gently bit his lip. Leaning forward, he looked straight at Cordell. “Ever consider it was your will to have Twyla, and not God’s will?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Had it been God’s will for you to have Twyla, she would have been a blessing, not a lesson.”
“Wow. What a powerful statement, Mr. Moore.”
“Same principal applies to your money, and your budget. Is it something you want, or something you need? What happens if you over spend on something you want? Something you need in an emergency might not be affordable. You could be broke by then, or your credit rating could hold you back.”
The young man nodded.
“Hear me out, Cordell. I pray for God’s will and guidance in my life. It is as important to me as is the choice between a good life, and an evil one.”
“I appreciate you, Mr. Moore, and I intend to pray like you do.”
“Wonderful. Thank the Lord. I’m happy Twyla is gone.”
“No more women for me. I’m done.”
“I wouldn’t go that far.”
“Nope, not interested.”
“See our waitress taking drinks to the corner table? I think she’s close to your age. Don’t you think so?”
“Her face glows when she talks to customers. Seems genuine, and friendly.”
“She doesn’t know anything about them. Give her time, she’ll be manipulating.”
Mr. Moore flashed Cordell a wide grin. “Easy on assuming, now. They aren’t all like that.”
“Maybe, but I’m still not interested.”
“Here she comes, behave.”
“Sir, may I get you anything else? Would you care for dessert?”
“No, thank you, we are done. I’ll take both tickets.”
She scribbled on the order pad, and handed Cordell two slips of paper. “Hope you enjoyed the meal.”
“It was delicious.” Mr. Moore beamed.
She smiled, hurrying to the other end of the counter.
“So… what did you think about the waitress while she was here?” He pivoted to face Cordell.
“I wondered if I’d ever find a bag of rotten potatoes gooey on her kitchen floor…”
“Shame on you.”
“I found that on mine and Twyla’s kitchen floor, scooted against the wall.”
“Not everyone is nasty. Most are clean.”
Finishing their meal, each rose, and veered toward the cashier. Cordell paid while his mentor stuffed a five dollar bill into the tip jar. They meandered through the crowded café, and Cordell opened the exit door. The outside heat engulfed them.
“Mr. Moore, thanks for meeting me here today.”
“Let’s do this again, same time, same place next week.”
“Cordell, I’ll look forward to it.”
They strolled in opposite directions to their vehicles when the waitress came barging out of the café. She raced toward Cordell.
“Sir, you left your phone on the counter.”
Recognizing his phone she waved high in the air, he stopped.
“Why, thank you.” For the first time, he gave her his full attention noticing her warm, caring eyes. “Thank you, indeed.”
He felt her skin flush as she slipped the phone into his hand. Whirling about, she hastened back inside.
He opened and closed his mouth realizing he didn’t know her name, and knew he’d return.
Sprinting to his car, he drove off with a glance at the café while the waitress lingered on his mind.
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Love at First Sight
By Gwendolyn M Plano
“It doesn’t seem real. It just doesn’t seem real.” Mom muttered as she ran her hand over the curves of dad’s headstone. Sighing deeply, she stared blankly into the horizon.
After a few minutes, she turned and faced me. “I tell myself that it must be real.” She seemed to want my approval. “The stone says we were married 70 years. It must have happened; I must have been married. But, but…why can’t I remember?” She searched my face for answers.
Stooped from the burden of years now elusive and sometimes vacant, mom held my arm while she walked to either side of the monument.
“I saw him in a dream. Did I tell you that?”
“No, mom, I don’t think you did.”
“He was young, like when we first met.”
“Really? Could you tell me about how you met?”
“How?” Mom’s eyes darted to and fro as she struggled to answer. Then, as though the curtains lifted, she responded.
“Yes…yes, I can tell you how we met.”
“Let’s sit here, mom.” I led her to a cement bench under a tall oak tree near dad’s grave. “Now tell me how the two of you met.”
Mom took a deep breath and began. “It was during the war. I remember it now. It was 1944. There were posters in our high school which asked us to sign up to work at the Consolidated Aircraft factory in San Diego. They needed help building B-24 bombers. We called the bombers the Liberators. My sister and I and several of our girlfriends decided we wanted to help our country. Most of the boys in our class were enlisting in the army or navy. We wanted to do our part too.”
“Like Rosie the Riveter?”
“Oh, yes! We all wanted to be Rosie. Your grandparents didn’t much like the idea, but they knew the families of the other girls, and since we’d be living together and would watch out for one another, they finally agreed. After all, it was the patriotic thing to do.”
I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of mom being Rosie and asked where she lived.
“We lived with Aunt Lena on India Street in San Diego. She put in bunk beds for us. At night, we’d wash out our clothes and tie the pieces to the bedsprings so that they could dry overnight.”
“When we arrived at Consolidated, they gave each of us a uniform – blue pants and jacket. And, we had classes for a week or two. Most of us were assigned the job of riveting. It’s hard to believe, but there were about 20,000 women working at the factory. The assembly line was a mile long, and believe it or not, we built about nine bombers a day. Isn’t that amazing?”
“That is amazing, mom.” Pride glowed from mom’s face, and I couldn’t help but feel proud of her as well.
“I was assigned to the wings. I hate heights, but I’d climb on top of those wings and pretend I was sitting on the hood of a car. I didn’t get afraid that way. One day, when I was sitting up there, holding a riveting gun, your dad came by.”
“Hey,” he said. “What’s your name?” I thought I might be in trouble, but he smiled, so I smiled back.
“Well, Lauretta, you’re doing a great job. If you need anything, let me know. My name’s Jim, and I’m the foreman for this area.”
I put my arm around mom’s shoulder. “My goodness, mom, you were on the wing of a bomber when you met dad?”
“Sounds funny, doesn’t it? But, yes, that’s the first time we talked. I didn’t pay much attention to him, but my sister would whisper to me, “There he is again. I think he likes you. He keeps looking this way.”
Mom lowered her eyes and giggled. “Of course, I didn’t believe her.”
After pausing a bit, she continued. “Your dad started walking home with us in the evening. He lived further up the hill from us, so it wasn’t out of his way. Mind you, I was wearing the company uniform and had my hair in a bandana, so I was hardly a beauty.”
“Anyway, one day he asked if I’d like to come up to his place. And, I was stupid and said okay. That’s when I learned about the facts of life. You know, sex.”
“You didn’t know before then, mom?”
“No, but he taught me that night.” Mom giggled and put her hand on her face. “He wanted to get married right then. But, I told him no, he had to talk to my parents. We needed to do it right. Besides, I hardly knew him. There were a lot of shot-gun marriages those days. We all thought the end of the world was coming, and well, young lovers didn’t hold back.”
“So, you and dad became lovers?”
“You know the answer to that, don’t you? When I didn’t have my cycle, I knew I was pregnant. Your dad was elated and didn’t hesitate to talk to your grandparents. Of course, I was ashamed. But, I want you to understand something. You might have been the reason we married, but you were not the reason we stayed together for 70 years.”
“Did you love him, mom?” The question came out before I could filter it.
“I did, I just didn’t know I did. Your dad would tell anyone who would listen, ‘When I saw Lauretta on the wing of a B-24 bomber, I knew that she was the one for me.’ He’d say it all the time, ‘She’s the one for me!’” Mom giggled as she thought about this story. “Your dad always said it was love at first sight. But it wasn’t that way for me.”
“What do you mean by that, mom?”
“Well, love is a strange word, isn’t it? Your dad seemed to know from the first time he saw me that he wanted to marry me. I didn’t feel that way. I think my focus was romance or dreams. And, your dad wasn’t the wooing type.”
“I believe I fell in love with him after you were born. He thought you were the most beautiful baby in the whole world. In fact, I think he was happiest when he was holding you. He’d sing to you and rock you to sleep every night.”
She dropped her head, and tears rolled down her cheeks. My tears fell as well.
“He was a good man, a faithful man. Did I tell you his promise?”
I shook my head, and said, “no.”
“You know that he grew up hungry, right? During the Dust Bowl, his family barely survived. In fact, two of his sisters died. Well, your dad promised me that his children would never go hungry. He would make sure of it. And, he did. He worked two jobs most of our marriage, and you kids were never hungry.” She paused and looked into my eyes.
“Your dad kept his promises.”
Mom grew silent. Her face turned from animated to expressionless, and I did not know what to think. She whispered something that I had to ask her to repeat. She sighed and looked at me again.
“It just doesn’t seem real.”
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She has worked in public libraries, written advertising copy for wastewater treatment equipment, and managed a holistic veterinary clinic. Her current day job, conducted from her World Headquarters and Petting Zoo (her couch) is as a full-time editor for indie authors and small publishing houses.
Her dogs are a big part of her life, and she has served or held offices in Golden Retriever and Great Pyrenees rescues, a humane society, a county kennel club, and her own chapter of Therapy Dogs International.
She has been a columnist and feature writer for auto racing and pet publications, and won the Dog Writers Association of America’s Maxwell Award for a series of humor essays.
Parents of a grown son, Lori and her husband were high school sweethearts, and he manages to love her in spite of herself. Some of his duties include making sure she always has fresh coffee and safe tires, trying to teach her to use coupons, and convincing the state police to spring her from house arrest in her hotel room in time for a very important concert. That last one only happened once—so far—but she still really, really appreciates it.
Amy Reece lives in Albuquerque, NM, with her husband and family. She loves to read and travel and has an unhealthy addiction to dogs. She believes red wine and coffee are the elixirs of life and lead to great inspiration. She is the author of The Seeker Series (YA paranormal) and The Way to Her Heart (YA romantic suspense).