As promised, here is the all new excerpt from Kay Springsteen’s newest novel, “Lifeline Echoes”.
Book cover blurb:
Voices form a powerful connection. The day the earth rocked LA, Sandy Wheaton became a voice lifeline over the radio for trapped firefighter, “Mick.” Less than twenty-four hours later, she had fallen in love with him. Shattered when she learned that rescue came too late, she sought solace Wyoming, the home state he had loved. Now, seven years later, she’s made a life there as the owner of a popular local bar. But her wounds are still fresh, and she longs to let go of the past and her lost love so she can begin living again. That opportunity presents itself when the local prodigal son returns home. The attraction between them is instant. It feels like she’s known him far longer than just a few days.
Sixteen years ago, Ryan McGee left home in the midst of controversy. After living through a harrowing trauma, he finally returns home when his family needs his help through some troubling times. All he wants to do is make amends with those he hurt most and to get back to the life he’d never wanted to leave in the first place. When he meets the sexy bartender, he starts thinking in terms of forever. But there’s still someone out there he wants to find, someone who once believed in him and gave him hope.
“You’re awfully quiet.” Sandy struggled to keep her voice casual.
“Umm, yeah.” She watched him set the brake and turn off the engine, moving as if in slow motion. Not just tired. Drained. Ryan walked her up the steps to her apartment. After she unlocked the door she turned into his arms. His kiss went from soft to heated then back to gentle.
She leaned into the kiss, enjoying the feel of his muscular arms beneath her hands. She hated having to let him go.
“I wanted to watch the stars come out with you, Chicory,” he whispered.
She looked up. Even with the ambient light from town, the sky was overflowing with visible stars. “I love the stars. There are so many they almost. . .”
“. . . blend together.”
Electrical current raced along her spine. “Yes,” she whispered, wishing she could see his face.
Ryan turned Sandy so her back was to him and slid his arm around her waist while they enjoyed the view from her tiny balcony. “My mom used to tell us stories about the sky and the stars,” he murmured, his breath warm against her neck. “She said the night sky was one of God’s favorite old blankets, keeping everyone here on Earth safe and warm. And the blanket has these tiny pinholes worn in, like some comfortable blankets do. The lights we see are little glimpses of heaven on the other side of the blanket.”
“Ryan, that’s beautiful.”
“Next time, we’ll get it right.” He turned her back to face him, kissing her with slow, sweet longing. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Sandy.”