Sunday Snippet: In a Moonlit Meadow

Whew. We got hit with a ton of snow last night and this morning. About fourteen inches. My county is under a rare level three snow emergency. I had to drive out this morning and, it wasn't horrible but I definitely drove slowly. And we only had about seven inches at that point. So glad I don't have to go out anymore today.

Had a crazy-busy work week. A project came back that needed some extra TLC after numerous author revisions. I'm still working on the memoir, and I started a new project with one of my regular authors. Also working on a long romantasy novel and hitting the series book when I can.

Had a slower week of viewing with everything else going on. Prepping for the snowstorm took up some time and I needed to focus on the work stuff.

I did watch Miss Fisher and the Crypt of Tears. I thoroughly enjoyed this fan-backed movie project. A very cool way to cap the series.

Also caught an episode of Foyle's War that finished out the fifth season. I'd completely forgotten Foyle actually resigned from the police force. Looking forward to starting the next season.

Finished up the second half of Silent Witness. Again, the twists and turns were amazing. So many red herrings. And a side story that ended up being compelling.

Enjoyed another episode of Poirot. This one had an interesting side plot with Miss Lemon that I loved.

That's pretty much it for the life update this week. Tonight's post is from In a Moonlit Meadow, a peek into the life retired security experts who finally got on the same page.

Here's the miniblurb:

Jersey Saint and Shaw Barnaby, private security agents undercover as journalists, survive a terrible ordeal—being held captive by a hostile regime—and realize they're meant to be together. It only took a full decade of getting everything wrong to finally get things right. They don't waste time after they're rescued—they commit to spending their future together in a moonlit meadow.

And a snippety peek…

Jersey Saint slid her feet into some leather sandals then fixed her windblown hair in the mirror of the truck. I just got married to Shaw Barnaby. Her lips curved while she tried the whole wife thing on and really liked it. Who knew?

Shaw. Shaw knew they were meant to be together. And being his wife wouldn't be the end of being her.

She glanced toward her new husband. His hip rested against the truck, one arm propped on the hood. He still took her breath away … even after ten years and more ups and downs of all the combined mountain ranges in the United States. And maybe Europe.

Her mouth curved. "And yet he stuck." Even when she drove him mad, led him on a merry chase, and almost got them killed. Twice.

The other two times were mostly on him. Not that they were keeping score. It just so happened that the four times they almost died were split down the middle.

Dangerous situations brought out the best—and sometimes the worst—in them. No one ever said making decisions under duress would be easy. Or good for relationships. Then again, nothing brought a couple closer together than facing death. At least it worked for them.

Finally.

She pushed away from the truck. "And now we're done with the insanity of traveling to hot spots to cover someone else's ass." Closing the door, she smiled when Shaw walked around to meet her.

He grasped her hips. "Ready to head in?" His gaze drifted to the sprawling ranch house his dad lived in.

Jersey nodded. "I am." She glanced toward the yard filled with cars. "Your dad went all out, didn't he?" Sheppard Barnaby did nothing by half measure.

Like making sure he got his son and favorite former trainee—namely her—out of their three-month ordeal.

Shaw's lips quirked. "He's still a little put out it took so long to get a team organized." He rested his forehead against hers. "But he's also so damn grateful we're back. So, yeah, he planned a big gathering." He eased back then caught her mouth with his.

Jersey sank into the kiss. She could do that now. Show him how much she loved him.

And show herself how to be happy.

Shaw nuzzled her throat. "Wish we could skip this part?" Meaning the whole mingling with people and making small talk.

She laced their fingers together and started for the house. "Nah. We've got a lifetime spread out in front of us." And she really didn't mind sharing him for a while.

Because they promised each other forever.

And the universe is pleased.

This series is a lot of fun to write. Jersey and Shaw have it bad for each other and finally getting their ducks lined up is amazing for them.

 

That's it for this week. Happy reading!

Skylin