One month from today my paranormal suspense A HUMAN ELEMENT releases and so does the dark world of Ben and Laura!
Each week until March 15th I’ll be posting excerpts from the book. Take a closer look now at Ben and Laura. A match or not? Even if they are, can their steam overcome the danger that stalks them? You decide….
Tall at 6’ 1”
Lean and tough
Dark looks, brooding
Intense gray eyes
Broken by evil influence
Closed off from love but ladies are drawn to him
Tall at 5’ 8”
Long, chestnut hair
Perky, upturned nose
Lithe and trim
Large, brown eyes
Open to love although she’s lost many loved ones
Ben and Laura meet for the first time at the lake:
Ben saw the woman now. She stood magnificent, high up in a giant birch tree with her feet planted shoulder width apart. Her arms spread outward gripping the branches. She flung her shoulder-length chestnut hair back and sang to the sky with her eyes closed. Her face moved in complex expression with each word she belted out. She looked as though she flew in her mind over the trees toward the sun.
He moved closer to stand a few feet below her. The leaves shook wildly in the tree around her in a gleeful dancing rhythm to her song even though there was no breeze.
Ben was enchanted. She was part of the tree. A nymph of the wood. A goddess of the Earth with the sun streaking montauk-monster.com/pharmacy/inderal through her hair. He reached for his camera and shot a photo of her as she belted out the last cheapativanpriceonline.com line, then he joined in.
The woman opened her eyes wide in astonishment and her feet slipped. She tried to regain her balance but slid along the trunk in a spiral toward the ground, grabbing onto the closest branch to stop. Ben ran over and grabbed her around the waist just before she hit the ground. He set her down with ease. She was tall but he still looked down at her.
“Sorry about that, I didn’t mean to startle you.” He grinned. “Are you okay?”
“Oh, I’m fine.” The woman blushed. “I guess you caught me, literally.”
She laughed nervously and looked up. Ben stared down at her, still enchanted. She was the one, the girl in his dream by the lake. And here she stood in real life before him at the lake.
He leaned over, plucked a leaf from her hair and handed it to her. “A souvenir.”
“To remember the first time we met.”
“What if we don’t meet again?”
“We have to. I wouldn’t miss another concert, would I?”
She accepted the leaf and laughed. “I’m Laura Armstrong, by the way.” She brushed the remaining leaves off her jeans.
Ben noticed she first tucked away the leaf he gave her in her fleece jacket pocket.
“Ben Fieldstone.” He couldn’t stop staring at her. She had such large, brown eyes dusted with long lashes.