leslieTitleOn a cold snowy night . . . .

At Jenny’s quizzical look, Annie told the truth. “That was my new neighbor.”

“Seriously? Wow. What did you do to put a scowl on that gorgeous face?”

“Why would you think I’d done something?”

Annie grinned at her friend’s raised brow. “Celebrate the season with lights? Be an author his son loves? Be a woman? I have no idea.”

Jenny pursed her lips and started ladling out the cider, taking the job from Annie.

As Annie left the cover of the carport to mingle and enjoy the lights, she called back, “And he’s a widower,” smiling wider when Jen’s eyes grew large and her friend waggled her brows.

Despite Jenny’s obvious insinuation that her neighbor was yummy and maybe available, Annie had no intention of finding out. JleslieHeadshotosh was adorable, and she’d love having him visit, but Cole? Not so much.

L.A. Sartor is a bestselling, award-winning author. She began telling stories around the age of 4 when her mother, at L.A.’s insistence, wrote them down and L.A. illustrated them. As an adult, she writes suspense and action-adventure novels with a dash of romance, and screenplays—she’s had a contracted adaptation!  She lives in Colorado with her husband whom she met on a blind date.  L.A. loves to travel and thinks life is an adventure and we should embrace the journey.  She has a blog and a mailing list.



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