Sunday, December 28, 2014

Spitfire by Carla Doolin

Puffin Cove #1
Laura needs something else in her life. Her marriage was over years and her sons are grown so she moves to Newfoundland. On her first day in Puffin Cove, she almost collides with a moose and meets a sexy man, Kane, that she thinks doesn't like her at the pub. She also meets the owners of a B&B and gets a room. She's been there about a month when Kane asks her out to look for icebergs. He calls her Spitfire. Will they find love a second time?

This book makes me want to visit Newfoundland. I lived there when I was a baby for a couple of years but I don't remember - obviously. The author's descriptions make you feel as if you are there.

From the author:
Kane has friends. He is content. He carves his celebrated birds and farms on his little slice of heaven in Puffin Cove, Newfoundland, and heals from the tragedy that sent him fleeing from his homeland. But one look at a beautiful redhead in a quiet pub, and the life he has so carefully rebuilt tilts on its axis.

Laura knows there must be something better out there. This is the only life she is going to get, and dammit, she isn't going to waste one more day. When she runs away from home she certainly doesn't expect to fall instantly in love with a small east coast town, and a crusty, sexy Irishman.

As Kane and Laura explore the beauty of the land and a love that they never knew could exist, their fears for the future and the scars of the past threaten to tear apart a perfect forever.  

Chapter One

Iris flung her body around the kitchen in a cloud of Chanel, frantically pulling items out of boxes with 'Salvation Army' slashed across them in black Sharpie as soon as Laura put them in. She shoved them, willy-nilly, into empty, freshly washed cupboards. Laura managed to get one box full, slapped the top shut, and stretched packing tape across it. Firmly.
There. That should stop her.
When her mother started picking at the tape, Laura snapped, "Now, stop that!"
Iris glared.
Laura closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, chomping down on the matricidal fantasies swirling in her head, and mentally geared up with flack jacket and pepper spray for the full frontal assault that was the wrath of Iris. She might have known that last night had gone too smoothly.
"Mom, we've been through all this. I love you. And I know that you want what's best for me. But it's time. God, Mom. I'm dying here. I feel like any minute a gust of wind is going to blow through here and whisk my husk of a body through the window, never to be seen again. I need a damned life. And I'm going to find it."
She dug a hand into her hair, and finally managed to tape the last box shut as Iris stood with hands on hips, eyes hot, lips trembling.
Dammit. Was it too much to ask for peace on her last day in the home where she had spent her heart?
She looked around the kitchen. Her kitchen. The one that was now barren except for the old fridge and stove, a few boxes, and her fluttering mother. She had fed her boys here since they were two and four years old. They did homework on the table that used to sit right there. She bandaged knees and wiped tears on the chairs that now belonged to someone else. God, they'd had the condom talk and the banana demonstration right here in this kitchen. Dammit! She had to stop herself. Right now. She wouldn't think of it. Couldn't. If she did she might break. She might cave.
She might stay.
Her mother pleaded with her. "But what about the boys? You're their mother!" The accusation hit Laura in the face like a dirty sock. "What will they do without you?"
Laura's heart squeezed, and she prayed for five more minutes of patience. Of courage. "Please, Mom. You're only making this harder on both of us. You know that the boys don't need me anymore. They've got Joel. It's what we've always known was going to happen. We talk or text or Skype every day. Am I supposed to just sit here and wait like a dog begging for a bone? To hell with that. They've given me their blessing. And I thought you had too."
She had thought long and hard about this move. It wasn't like it was a snap decision, for God's sake. When the boys left, she had thought she could handle it. That it would have been fun to have so much freedom. But she had no idea how much of her life, shit, her whole life, was wrapped around raising her sons. And that was her mistake. Hers to own. Hers to rectify. For a year she had wallowed, searching like a blind man in the dark for a small ray of light to show her a way. A purpose. She couldn't even muster up the ambition to flip another house.

Read more here.

ebookFirst300 pages
Published May 25th 2013 by Smashwords

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