Waiting for Sparks
Sometimes love is right in front of youEmma Chambers wasn't supposed to be spending July Fourth rescuing a handsome stranger and the holiday festival. New to town Doug "Sparks" Turner has an important job to do, yet it's Emma who's feeling the heat. No way the roving fireworks designer is the man she's been waiting for, right?Helping Emma makes Sparks long to name this his permanent home. Too bad Emma isn't staying, especially given the life-changing secret she's discovered. What Sparks is hiding could also keep him from earning Emma's trust. Unless he can make her see that he's a man worth taking a chance on.
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Sometimes love is right in front of you
Emma Chambers wasnât supposed to be spending July Fourth rescuing a handsome stranger and the holiday festival. New to town Doug âSparksâ Turner has an important job to do, yet itâs Emma whoâs feeling the heat. No way the roving fireworks designer is the man sheâs been waiting for, right?
Helping Emma makes Sparks long to name this his permanent home. Too bad Emma isnât staying, especially given the life-changing secret sheâs discovered. What Sparks is hiding could also keep him from earning Emmaâs trust. Unless he can make her see that heâs a man worth taking a chance on.
Sparks laughed and chucked her under the chin.
His touch set off so many alarm bells that Emma forgot to watch for the inevitable with Trouble and the lake. The dog shook the water from himself, gathering velocity as the shake intensified. Sparks and Emma ducked behind the cottonwood tree that had been there ever since Emma could remember.
That tree would be gone, as well. No need for a shade tree under bazillions of gallons of water.
She turned to Sparks. âIt really is true. Itâs not just that the town is out of money. It could also be flooded?â Surprise tears stung her eyes. Why did she care? She was leaving as soon as her plans were finalized.
Sparksâs shoulder, so close to hers, invited her to snuggle into him, hoping heâd tell her everything would be all right.
As a teen, I handwrote pages and pages of romance novels after discovering Mills & Boon books in my Adirondack Mountains village library. Years later, welcome to my first novel for Mills & Boon Heartwarming, titled Waiting for Sparks.
While staying by a lake with the same too-blue-to-believe water as is in my book with my husband and border collieâthe model for TroubleâI thought: What if this place was Heaven for one person and another couldnât wait to leave? Then, the hero, Sparks, introduced himself. And I met Emma and her grandmother Nomi. Soon afterward, I knew secrets and running after what you think you want would make a great story.
I hope you get caught up in this special place and its people just as I did. Iâd love to hear from you.
Kathy
KATHY DAMP loves to write about characters who discover they are more than they know and who realize that saving the world can take many forms. Walking on fire this past summer caused her to wonder what else she could do that she didnât think was possible. When not writing, she rides bikes and kayaks with her husband throughout the West.
To my Adventure Guy and husband, Fred. Without your unflagging support, Emma and Sparks would never have gotten together. Thanks for always being willing to stop the car one more time to explore a novel idea. Hereâs to ever so many more adventures.
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SOMEONE WAS SCREAMING.
Naomi Chambers clutched at her sonâs hand, her salt-and-pepper hair plastered wet against her skull. Where terror ought to have been, her sonâs face revealed only a cocky boredom. Her grip on him was saving him from the abyss, but her hand was cramping with fatigue. Why didnât he fight? Try to help himself? His hand slipped from hers.
Jerked half-awake, Naomi Chambers opened her eyes.
Plants... Sheâd been watering the plants in the front room and thinking about the upcoming Memorial Day weekend.
Now, she was... She turned her head to the right, toward the beep-beep of a machine. She was at the regional hospital, most likely. Where her husband, Raymond, had died. The results on the screen looked a little puny.
Next to the machine, a plastic bag hung on a pole with a long tube dripping into the back of her hand. The two prongs blowing oxygen into her nose rubbed her nostrils; her left hand traveled to them.
Her darling granddaughter, Emma. I need to tell you... Naomi had waited too long.
The same night Emma had arrived as a tiny infant, a shrieking duet of anger and anguish between two women had exploded outside the house, a sound unheard in their town of Heaven.
Then the doorbell.
Every detail remained scoured into her being: Raymond checking his Timex, her insisting he take the gun from the bedside table in case a rancher had gotten tanked at The Wayside Inn and decided to persuade the bank president to reconsider a declined loan with the business end of a shotgun...
