Guest Author – Magdalena Scott
Hello! I’m so excited to be with you here today. I’m a USA Today Bestselling Author of small town sweet romance and women’s fiction. I have two series so far–one set in Legend, Tennessee, and the other in Serendipity, Indiana.
The excerpt below is from WHERE HER HEART IS, book 3 of the McClains of Legend, Tennessee series. During the month of February, you can buy WHERE HER HEART IS for only 99 cents. And book 1, MIDNIGHT IN LEGEND, TN, is free!
WHERE HER HEART IS
Betsy McClain left Legend, Tennessee two years ago, with a broken heart, a baby to care for, and precious little else. She’s done well in the city, and so has daughter LizBeth Ann. A heartfelt request from Dorothy McClain is the only thing that could bring them back to Legend, even temporarily.
Mike McClain wants to get to know his only child, but Betsy isn’t cutting him any slack. Good looks and the old McClain charm seem to be failing him. Betsy is not the same love-struck girl he married, nor the girl who left Legend in a flurry of anger and tears. But he’s changed too. Can’t she see that?
Mike is renovating the house where Betsy and LizBeth Ann are staying. Everyone in Legend would like to see them get back together. The only thing standing in the way is Betsy’s stubbornness…or is it Mike’s?
Set-up for the excerpt:
Mike is driving Betsy and LizBeth Ann back to the house in Betsy’s car. They’ve been to see Old Doc Parker because Betsy fell at the house. She’s on crutches with a badly sprained ankle.
Betsy swatted at him gently, and smiled. It could have been a moment from a few years ago, when they’d been carefree.
“I hope you didn’t have other plans for the morning that all this has ruined, Mike.”
“Nope. Not really. Hey, why not have an early lunch while we’re out? You’re not gonna be walking around in the kitchen right away.”
“Well. I’d hate to make a fool of myself with these crutches in a restaurant.”
“We could have a picnic,” said LizBeth Ann.
“Sure,” Mike said, smiling. He caught her eye in the rear view mirror. “We like picnics, don’t we, Princess?”
“We love picnics!”
He drove to The Pig—the Piggly Wiggly grocery—and took LizBeth Ann in with him to choose their lunch. Then they went to Lake Legend, where he parked the Bug under a big maple tree.
“You feel like hobbling over to the picnic table, Betsy, or you want me to drag it over to you?”
“Drag it here, slave.” She threw her head back, closed her eyes, and gestured royally for the table to come hither.
In a moment she heard the scrape of wood on pavement and opened her eyes to see the picnic table six inches from where she sat. He hadn’t dragged it, of course. She could see the grass was fine. He had picked it up and carried it to her. Big strong guy, this Mike McClain. She looked up at him, noticing his goofy grin. Handsome too, for an almost-ex-husband.
“I can get to the table okay, I think.”
“All right. You get settled on the bench, and I’ll carry it back over in the grass.”
“Yay!” LizBeth Ann clapped her hands.
“No he won’t, honey. He’s just kidding.” She looked up at Mike. “You’re kidding, right?”
“I could do it.”
Well. Maybe he could. But what was brute strength without… She forgot what it was that Mike lacked. Not consideration for others. He definitely had shown that. Not responsibility. He’d made a very noisy point of that every morning since she’d come back to town.
His faults didn’t bear thinking about, of course. It was just a matter of time before they’d get the divorce papers signed.
The sandwiches, chips, apples, and bottled drinks made for a simple picnic, but somehow the mood was festive.
“Can I go on a boat?”
“What?” Betsy came out of the blurry reverie she’d been enjoying, watching the pedal boats move around on the lake.
“Can I go on a boat, Mommy?” She looked over at Mike then and batted her eyelashes. “Daddy?”
Lord help us. Where had the child learned eyelash-batting? She wasn’t even three years old for goodness’ sake!
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