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I think we can all agree that good relationships are built on trust, honesty and open communication, but how often do we give pure happenstance the credit it deserves? Almost every connection we have beyond familial relations can be attributed to a fickle whim of Fate.
Did you share the same classroom as your best friend since second grade?
Most days we don’t give chance a second thought. We plod through our lives getting from point A to point B, but all the while Fortune is tossing options C, D & E in our paths. Sometimes we see the choices laid out in front of us, others we remain happily oblivious.
How did you meet the first guy/girl you ever dated?
I’m a fairly goal-oriented person. I’m really good at keeping my eyes on the prize. I’m not so great with picking up on nuance. It’s a good thing destiny decided to use a sledgehammer when she got around to messing with me.
My entire life changed course because my name was drawn from a hat.
A random drawing took place in a
meeting room, and a girl from Illinois was
sent to a conference in Virginia where she met
a guy from Arkansas.
From the moment I met him, I knew.
Fulfilling one’s destiny isn’t always neat and tidy. In fact, it’s kind of a pain. I lived the ups and downs of a long distance love affair for eighteen months. And because misery loves company, I decided to write a little short story about a couple who meet by chance and fall head over heels into a relationship despite the teeny, tiny little matter of hundreds of miles between them.
Long Distance Love started as a single short story, Concourse Christmas, which appeared in a holiday-themed anthology released by Turquoise Morning Press. In it, hunky FBI guy, Jack Rudolph, meets a spitfire of a woman named Ellie Nichols while stranded in an airport on Christmas Eve. Readers fell in love with Jack and Ellie and asked for more—a demand I was more than happy to oblige.
This collection of stories follows the dips and curves Jack and Ellie negotiate over the course of a year and the compromises they must make in order to be together. After all, Fate did her part. Now it’s time for them to pony up their fair share of trust, honesty and open communication in order to make a relationship work.
How about you? Have you ever had a long distance relationship, or do you look for love a little closer to home?
Comment below and I’ll enter your name into a drawing for a digital copy of Long Distance Love.
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Love may be a many splendored thing, but it’s rarely convenient.
A Christmas Eve snowstorm leaves newly-single Ellie Nichols trapped in an airport terminal with only hunky FBI Agent Jack Rudolph for company.
For Jack, the passing of a long winter’s night turns into a New Year filled with possibility. State lines and hundreds of miles separate them, but the spark that flares each time they meet cannot be denied.
Can two ambitious, career-driven people find a way to make a long distance relationship work when matters of the heart bring them up-close and personal?
“I’m Jack Rudolph.”
Ellie eyed that large hand speculatively. His long fingers reached for her, his broad palm exposed and vulnerable. She glanced up and he twitched one eyebrow in silent challenge. She placed her hand in his. Those long, strong fingers closed around hers. He didn’t release her right away, so she fell back on the only weapon a vertically challenged woman has when faced with a formidable opponent and without a shield of hair to flip.
“Rudolph?” She blinked at him then fluttered her lashes. “Can I bribe you to guide my sleigh tonight?”
His deep, easy laugh rumbled through her. “Possibly,” he answered with a grin.
Ellie extracted her hand from his grasp. Her grandmother’s voice echoed in her head.
Good Lord, Eleanor, would it kill you to be a little friendly? You’re far too prickly for such a pretty girl. You’re thirty-two years old. Aren’t you ever going to get married?
Her ears burned. A rush of shame and humiliation raced through her veins. She fumbled with her sub sandwich, slapping both halves back together then flattening one with the palm of her hand.
“I’m sorry. I bet you got that a lot when you were a kid,” she murmured, sneaking a peek at him through her lashes.
A slow, wicked smile curved his lips. Her throat went dry but she’d swear her bones melted into a steaming pool of goo. His chuckle steamrolled whatever was left. “A few times, but I have to admit I’m tempted to try it for you.”
That dimple was back and flirting with her outrageously. Ellie snatched up her cup and gulped the icy Diet Coke.
“I was going to
,” she rasped,
concentrating on keeping her hand steady as she lowered the cup. “You?” Chicago
.” He swirled a couple of fries through
his cache of ketchup. “My flight out of Tampa was delayed, so I missed my connection. I’m on
stand-by for the last flight out.” Oklahoma
“Ugh. That sucks.”
They fell silent for a moment. Ellie plucked a bit of crust from the bread and eyed her sandwich warily, wondering if there was a graceful way to eat a loaded sub.
“So, mystery woman from
, what’s the
prognosis on your flight? Think you’ll make it home tonight, or should I start
rousting the other eight tiny reindeer?” Chicago
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