Today marks Day Three of the "Hydra Blog Hop", and fellow Hydra author Melissa Goodman is here with an excerpt of her release, It's Your Love. So, if you've a penchant for the romantic, you'll want to stick around and see what Ms. Goodman has in store for you. (And, as it's Day Three of the "Hop", you can find my post featured on the blog of Gwen Perkins.)
It's Your Love: Excerpt
"It's about time," said Kade. He was leaning with his back against the wall. He had not bothered to glance her way. He came across as if it was completely natural for him to be standing there.
"What are you doing?" She looked over her should just to be sure that God wasn't playing a cruel joke and the blond was behind her.
"I'm an ass," he said as if it was the only explanation needed.
So she agreed with him, "And?"
Kade stood up straight. With his hang dog expression Allie fought the urge to forgive him on the spot.
"I'm sorry."
"I didn’t mean to pry. I'm sorry."
"I live a very public life. There are some things I just like to keep private."
"You don't have to explain," she said, "I understand."
He held out his hand and gave her a wink. "So what now? Do we start over?"
His hand was Kade himself. Warm, strong with the right mixture of soft and rough. Touching him felt right. It felt like nothing could go wrong as long as she was in his embrace. It felt as if Allie had come home. If he didn't feel the same, God help her.
Kade let out a breath that he wasn't aware of holding when she took his hand. When Allie left the table he had considered what she said. He had even gone as far as to start his way over to the blond. About ten feet away he changed directions. He never walked away from a sure thing. He especially didn't leave a woman he knew was willing for one that had just dumped him. Waiting outside the ladies' room was agonizing. Kade had done his best to look like he was doing anything other than waiting for a woman. When the blond and her friends passed by trying to catch his eye Kade knew that he had dodged a bullet.
Then Allie appeared and Kade knew. It amazed him how wrong people were. He didn't hear bells and whistles, what he heard was a soft voice that called to his soul. A missing piece he hadn't been aware was missing until she placed her hand in his.
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About the Author:
Melissa Goodman was born and raised in Louisville, Kentucky. She’s a die-hard member of the University of Kentucky’s Big Blue Nation and a lover of all things Nascar, reality television, and fairytale endings. She can be contacted at MelissaGoodmanWriter@gmail.comBuy links:
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