Welcome to day 2 of my Holiday Fun event on my blog….next up is Beverly Ovalle
If you could ask Santa for one thing, what would it be and why? I would ask to have my son home for Christmas. He is in the Marines and hasn’t been home for Christmas in a few years. He spent one Christmas in Afghanistan and is spending this one in Kuwait.
What is your favorite holiday candy? I love ribbon candy. I can only find it in a few places and only at Christmas.
It’s the season of Egg Nog. Do you prefer it with rum, without alcohol or can’t stand the stuff? My favorite way to drink it is with Sailor Jerry’s spiced rum. Mixed together they are FANTASTIC! At a recent party I shared the mix and we killed off the rum! The eggnog was almost gone too. But I like eggnog plain also.
If you could kiss any character under the mistletoe, who would it be? Just one? Can’t I put up a kissing booth? I’d line it with mistletoe! Just one, well Darius from Christine Feehan’s Dark Fire. Just one day in Tempest’s bed…er…shoes.
Holiday cookies are my favorite to bake each year. Do you have a favorite holiday cookie that you enjoy each year? I love sugar cookies with thick frosting. I’ve never been able to get mine to taste the same, so they are a treat when I have them.
Levi’s life changes in an instant when lightning strikes, tumbling Daphnaie into his arms. He becomes her savior…she becomes his every dream.
Lightning Strike by Beverly Ovalle
Secret Cravings Publishing
Now Levi’s family, led by his grandmother, wanted to sell the land. With only his grandfather and Levi against it, Levi has to prove to the rest of the family why they needed to continue their guardianship. Believing in his grandfather’s tales despite himself, Levi went armed with his camera and his well-known expertise behind the lens and headed out for proof.
Levi thought the lightning had burned her clothes away, though there was really no evidence of clothing to begin with. She couldn’t have just been out in the woods with nothing on. Climbing trees no less! Her skin looked as if it had been in contact with fire, yet she herself was not burned, just slightly pink, most of the damage to her hair, which looked as if it had burned around the edges.
The lightning strike had been different, but then so had the storm. Both had seemed almost alive, deliberate. Maybe his grandpa had been right after all.
Leaving her for a moment, Levi took his sleeping bag from his knapsack and laid it out beyond the fire damaged grass, making sure to unzip it to be able to put her in it. Checking her limbs, he didn’t feel any breaks. He tried not to notice how shapely those limbs were.
Ignoring his libido, Levi checked her over as he had been trained. It didn’t matter how long he had been away from the battlefield, Levi’s instincts kicked in, checking the vitals of the wounded woman in front of him. It was usually a man though, his thoughts drifting to the images he’d rather forget. Forcibly bringing his mind back to the present, Levi continued his assessment. She needed him now. An undressed female was bound to present him unexpected problems. An attractive female, as this little bundle was, presented a whole different problem that was knocking insistently at the buttons of his 501’s.