Thursday, February 25, 2016

Nobody’s Princess

With: Sarah Hegger

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Nobody’s Princess 

Sarah Hegger is back with another delightful Willow Park Romance, but this time the road to love might be a little bumpy…

Tiffany Desjardins has a plan. Well, she had a plan, until her past and all its complications came back to haunt her. Her not-quite-ex-husband, Luke, is missing, and suddenly everyone needs to find him--including Tiffany, if she wants to marry the true man of her dreams. Then there's Thomas Hunter, Luke's brawny friend, who won't take "no road trip" for an answer--and who won't stop showing up in her daydreams…

Thomas couldn't care less about Luke's personal life, but he needs to find him if he's going to make his fledgling minerals and metals company a reality. And if that means following Tiffany, who's taken off in Luke's rare Lamborghini Miura, he's more than willing--especially if there might be a chance to negotiate some of Tiffany's lovely curves. As Tiffany and Thomas speed along without a map, the only destination that seems certain is being together…

“Sarah Hegger's voice is rich and witty and in a word, addictive.”--Terri Osburn, author of the bestselling Anchor Island series

Nobody’s Princess Excerpt 

Tiffany eased a small pebble out from under her toe and stared down the strip of black tarmac that stretched endlessly in both directions. So much for her tidy equation, and she was fresh out of new ones. On the side of the road, desert scrub lurked and waited to take over again, choked with bugs and crawling things.

List of lessons, so far. One—never take a road trip in Jimmy Choos. Two—if you do take a road trip, don’t do it in a vintage sports car. She turned back to the hissing Miura, willing it to suddenly spring to life. She’d been forced to leave three pieces of luggage behind because the Miura had no storage room. Pray God she had enough in the bags she brought to see her through, because it looked like her journey had gotten a lot longer.

Lesson three—heat and vintage sports cars don’t mix. Why did Utah have to be so damn hot? Even now, sun damage crawled all over her skin. She growled her frustration at the unresponsive car. And things had been going so well. They cleared Illinois easily, hit Iowa and passed more corn than any person could want. Sailed straight through Nebraska, more corn and some cows adding variety. They’d even found a nice hotel where she’d grabbed a few hours sleep, and even better, a few Dakota-free hours.

It was all Colorado’s fault. She’d thought it might be prettier. And it had been a beautiful drive. Should have gone with Wyoming. Dumb, dumb, dumb. She’d pushed through Denver, nearly screaming from the incessant buzz leaking from Dakota’s headphones and his attitude stinking up the car. Dakota hated her. How had they gone from her reading him Diary of a Wimpy Kid to this? She had to admit it was at least partly her fault. 

So she’d sucked up the attitude and stuck with her driving. Roadwork had been her downfall. Between the dark, the flashing orange lights, and bossy men waving flags at her, she’d managed to head south instead of west.

Another little snag on classic cars. No navigation system and no direction thingies that lit up on your rearview mirror. It wasn’t until she saw her first sign to Albuquerque that she got that sinking feeling. Even she knew Albuquerque wasn’t in Utah.

Author Bio: 
Born British and raised in South Africa, Sarah Hegger suffers from an incurable case of wanderlust. Her match? A hot Canadian engineer, whose marriage proposal she accepted six short weeks after they first met. Together they’ve made homes in seven different cities across three different continents (and back again once or twice). If only it made her multilingual, but the best she can manage is idiosyncratic English, fluent Afrikaans, conversant Russian, pigeon Portuguese, even worse Zulu and enough French to get herself into trouble.

Mimicking her globe trotting adventures, Sarah’s career path began as a gainfully employed actress, drifted into public relations, settled a moment in advertising, and eventually took root in the fertile soil of her first love, writing. She also moonlights as a wife and mother.

She currently lives in Littleton, Colorado, with her teenage daughters, two Golden Retrievers and aforementioned husband. Part footloose buccaneer, part quixotic observer of life, Sarah’s restless heart is most content when reading or writing books. 

She loves to hear from readers and you can find her at any of the places below.
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