I know you all have been chomping at the bit for another installment from the Lawbreakers set!
Well, here it is. I bring you Painted Love, by my good friend, the incomparable Viviana MacKade!
And what's more... I have Flo and Rhett - from Painted Love - here with me today! But first, the story.
Thou shalt not steal.
Oh, but Florence had, and would do so one last time.
Ten pieces her grandfather painted for her because he loved her.
Ten pieces her mother lost, along with anything else, for loving the wrong man.
She couldn't get back everything he'd wasted away, but she'd be damned if she'd give up those paintings.
Easy and genuine, Rhett loves his life - his family, his market, his town. Until he meets a British woman with grey eyes and a cute little smile. The woman he's been waiting for.
The thing is, to love her is easy, but can he trust her?
When Rhett pushes to uncover her agenda, Flo knows she will lose something - the man she loves or what she'd been fighting for years.
Which road will she choose?
Find out when you read this enthralling book contained in the set Lawbreakers!
“Yes, but probably not the one you’re looking for.”
Flo drew in a long breath, praying for patience. “Have I got the wrong number?”
“Nope, just the wrong guy.”
The man didn’t make any sense. Go figure. “I don’t understand. I need to speak with Scott Beckett, please.”
“That would be my brother, who’s currently working. Who are you?”
“Florence Harper. Mr. Beckett and I have been in contact for renting the flat–the apartment.”
The line jumbled for a moment, but when his voice came back had cleared from the worst of the background noise. “Okay, what was that again?”
Few hours in the States and she already missed some nice British manner. And propriety. A rivulet of sweat ran down her temple; January heat was definitely wrong, even more so when she hadn't showered in too long. “That was me, trying to get in contact with the man who assured me he had a place for me to rent starting tonight.”
“Oh, yeah. The apartment. Look, we’re in the middle of a thing here, where are you?”
“At the address Mr. Beckett gave me,” she said between clenched teeth, then recited the street name and number.
“You’re at the restaurant. Stay right where you are, I’ll be with you in ten.”
Oh, gosh. What was he talking about? “You? I thought the flat belonged to your brother?”
“Let’s say I’m his delegate for the next few weeks. Wait for me, I’m coming.”
He closed the call without waiting for an answer.
With one long intake of breath, Flo rested her back to the wall.
Stupid Crescent Creek.
Beach bum and country music addicted, Viviana lives in a small Floridian town with her husband and her son, her die-hard fans and personal cheer squad. She spends her days between typing on her beloved keyboard, playing in the pool with her boy, and eating whatever her husband puts on her plate (the guy is that good, and she really loves eating). Besides beaching, she enjoys long walks, horse-riding, hiking, and pretty much whatever she can do outside with her family.
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And now... I introduce to you Flo and Rhett, who have be gracious enough to take time out of their schedules to be here and answer some questions I'm going to throw at them. *laughs*
Sage: What is your least favorite season?
Flo: Probably summer, because of all the hurricane craziness. It used to be winter though. England is hardly ever hot, but winters were cold and humid with little snow. It was useless.
Rhett: I've never heard her complaining about heat here, not even in August when it gets crazy.
Sage: What is in your car's trunk right now?
Rhett: My fishing gears.
Flo: My tripod and a bottle of sun cream I always keep handy.
Sage: Yes, you would definitely need that! How well do your friends know you?
Rhett: Very well, but I'm not the mysterious, broody type to begin with. What people see is pretty much what they get.
Flo: They are starting to know me, and the few who know my story are starting to see past it, past the thief, and see me. Scott, his brother, was the hardest to win over but I think we’re okay now.
Sage: I'm glad to hear that. Do you like to cook? What do you cook? How good at it are you?
Flo: *chuckles, takes Rhett’s hand and entwines their fingers* "Oh, this might take a while. Let's put it this way: he likes good food, and I could cook for survival but not much more. He just can’t cook, at all. I'm trying to learn from both his mom and his brother.
Rhett: In my defense, I told you my... issues from the get go.
Flo: You did and as I told you, it's not a problem.
Sage: What words from your parents echo in your ears?
Rhett: Cut it out, boys.
Flo: My mom saying, We’ll make it through.
Sage: A stranger knocks on your door in the middle of the night and asks for help. What would you do then?
Flo: *points at Rhett* Oh, he'd go out and help him for sure. Me, I'd call the police. There’s all sort of weirdos out there, believe me. Besides, I'm sure they have the meanings for help more than I do.
Sage: What is the best meal you've ever had?
Rhett: any meal cooked by my mom or my brother.
Flo: I agree.
Sage: In college what did you major in?
Rhett: Business management. I needed it for running Beckett's Family Market.
Flo: Art. It was a no-brainer.
Sage: Someone cuts you off in traffic. How do you respond?
Rhett: *snorts* In Crescent Creek? That's almost unheard of.
Sage: Where do you fall on an order vs chaos spectrum?
Flo: Probably somewhere in the middle, slightly on the chaos.
Rhett: Yeah, me too, but slightly on the order.
Sage: What are your pet peeves?
Rhett: Overly eager waitress/ waiters when you’re at a restaurant. You know, when they walk to you all the time? Yeah, that.
Flo: I need some white noise to fall sleep. I used to live in London, and there was plenty of noise. Here? Not so much, and it was so odd.
Sage: Well, thanks, you two!! I really appreciate you coming by. It was great chatting with you! Take care!!