12 November
Now with Montlake Romance - Release Day
TODAY 12 November, 2013
On becoming a Montlake
Author:
Let me tell you about my wonderful publishing experience! I have
to back up a little bit… to this past spring. I self-published a romance titled
Reclaim My Heart. The book received great reviews
immediately, and it sold well from the beginning. Very well. In fact, during
the first week of August I was enjoying a mug of coffee while perusing the USA
Today Bestseller's List (my usual Thursday morning routine), and I nearly
choked when I saw that Reclaim My Heart was sitting at
#123 on the list. A couple of days later I was contacted by an editor from
Montlake. She told me she'd read one of my books months before and had been
keeping an eye on me. She said she'd read Reclaim My Heart
and loved it. Now, what author doesn't love to hear that? She made an offer I
couldn't refuse.
The Montlake editor and the design team loved the cover that was
on the indie version of the book; however, Amazon had trouble licensing the
rights to the image. So we searched for weeks before finding the picture that's
on the current cover. I love it! And I hope my readers do, too.
I'm happy to be writing romance novels for Montlake. I feel
wanted and appreciated, and it can't get much better than that in the
publishing industry!
Author: Donna Fasano
Pages: 282
Formats:
Paperback, eBook, AudioCD
ISBN:
978-1477817988
Audio CD
About
The Book :
Sixteen years ago, Tyne Whitlock cut all ties to her past
and left town under the shameful shadow of a teenage pregnancy. Now her
fifteen-year-old son is in trouble with the law, and she is desperate for help.
But reaching out to high-powered attorney Lucas Silver Hawk will tear open the
heart-wrenching past in ways Tyne never imagined.
Forced to return to the Delaware Indian community where
Lucas was raised, Tyne and Lucas are tempted by the heated passion that
consumed them as teens. Tyne rediscovers all the reasons she found this man
irresistible, but there are scandalous secrets waiting to be revealed,
disgraceful choices made in the past that cannot be denied. Love is a powerful
force that could heal them both—if the truth doesn't rip them
apart.
"Please, Lucas."
He
couldn't dismiss the tone of those two small words, nor could he ignore the
magnitude of emotion clouding her expression. He had no choice but to relent.
"Sit
down," he murmured. He closed the door of his office and then returned to
perch himself on the corner of his desk. He steeled himself before asking,
"What's on your mind?"
She
seemed to shrink a little as a thousand thoughts ran though her head. Seconds
passed, and still she didn't speak.
Lucas
witnessed the phenomenon almost on a daily basis. The people who wound up in
his office often felt as if they were carrying the world on their shoulders. He
knew her anxiety would eventually discharge, and from the looks of it, he
wouldn't have to wait long.
Finally,
she pressed her hand to her chest. "I can't breathe."
"Relax.
Do you want some water?"
She
shook her head, a lock of her long, platinum hair falling over her forearm.
"No. I need to get this out. I promised you I'd hurry."
He
couldn't keep his brows from arching a fraction. She hadn't kept her promises
in the past. Why would he expect her to now?
Tyne ran
her tongue along her full bottom lip, hesitated another moment, then blurted,
"I need a lawyer."
Lucas
closed his eyes and stifled a sigh. He could have guessed as much, of course.
He'd worked hard to get himself into the privileged position of being able to
pick and choose his clients. The last person he wanted to represent was Tyne
Whitlock.
"A
good lawyer, Lucas."
Common
sense told him Tyne wasn't attempting to flatter him. She was speaking purely
out of desperation.
"Look,
Tyne—" Something made him stop. He sighed, and then he stood, taking his
time rounding his desk and sitting down. The leather-upholstered arms of the
chair were cool and smooth under his fingertips.
"I
know some of the best attorneys in the city." He plucked a pen from the
cup on his desktop. "And many of them owe me a favor or two." He
reached into his inside jacket pocket, pulled out one of the business cards he
always kept handy, and turned it over, poised to write. "Let me give you
some names and numbers—"
"I
don't want just any attorney." Her chin lifted. "I want you. Why else
would I have come here?"
His gaze
lowered to the small white card in his hand. With much deliberation, he set
down the pen and the card, and then he looked her directly in the eyes.
Every
muscle in her body appeared board-stiff.
"Listen
to me—" he kept his tone calm "—when people find themselves in
trouble with the law, or victimized, or wrongfully sued, or unjustly accused,
they tend to get lost in a strange, I don't know, franticness. A recklessness
that they almost always regret. Believe me when I tell you that no situation is
hopeless, and circumstances are rarely as desperate as they might be perceived.
Whatever trouble you're in, don't let panic and fear haze your thinking."
"You
don't understand."
"I
think I do," he rushed to assure her. "I see it every day. Honest,
hardworking people finding themselves in dire straits. And this unfamiliar
territory throws them. They grasp at help from the first source that comes to
mind."
"But—"
"Just
like that old adage warning that only a fool acts as his own lawyer, it's also
foolish to choose an attorney in haste. You and I have a past, Tyne, and even
though all of that took place years and years ago, the fact remains that we
have a history. I don't believe I would be the best person to represent you in
a court of law. You need someone who'll be totally unbiased. Let me give you
some names. I'll make some calls for you myself—"
"Stop!"
She lifted her hands and scooted to the edge of the seat. "You don't
understand. And I can't make you understand if you won't shut up for a
minute."
His
eyebrows arched and the frustration in her statement had him leaning back a
bit.
She
frowned. "I'm sorry. Really, I am. I had to stew all day yesterday."
She fisted her hands in her lap. "I didn't expect to reach anyone on a
Sunday, but do you know that your firm doesn't offer an emergency number on the
answering machine?" She exhaled with force. "I'm a nervous wreck just
being here. Seeing you. But all that aside, I shouldn't have snapped at you.
Please accept my apology."
He
didn't react, didn't move. He just waited for her to continue.
"The
thing is… what you need to know…"
Once
again, she grew terribly cautious, and Lucas found that extremely curious. What
the hell was it she found so hard to tell him? What kind of trouble was she in?
She
blanched, but then her spine straightened. "I'm not the one who needs a
lawyer. I want to hire you, yes. But I'm not the one needing representation.
It's my son who's in trouble." A nerve at the corner of her eye ticked,
but her gaze never veered from his as she added, "Our son, Lucas."
About Donna Fasano
Donna
Fasano is a three time winner of the HOLT Medallion, a CataRomance Reviewers
Choice Award winner for Best Single Title, a Desert Rose Golden Quill Award
finalist, and a Golden Heart finalist. Her books have sold over 3.6
million copies worldwide and have been published in nearly two dozen languages.
Her books have made the Kindle Top 100 Paid List numerous times, climbing as
high as #17.
What
others are saying about Donna’s books:
“…complex,
funny, and realistic…” ~Wilmington News Journal
“Excellent!”
~Bookreview.com
“Could
not help myself from reading excerpts to my husband and friends. This book is
well written, the characters are real, everyday folks. It is very easy to
identify with them. Donna Fasano is a talented author.” ~Elizabeth M. Caldwell
on Amazon
“…a fast
paced riotous look at family life today. Donna Fasano is right on target!”
~Donna
Zapf, SingleTitles.com
