Lillian

By A L Wright

A chance meeting in an airport terminal spun Drew’s life in a complete circle. One moment, he was minding his own business waiting to catch a flight, and in the next he found himself swept off his feet by a pair of cobalt blue eyes. That day, Drew chose to help Lillian even though she was a complete stranger, and his heart was never the same.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Noble Blood Books
• Release date: Apr 6, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386503149

A L Wright

Alicia grew up in a very small Pacific NorthWest town of 900 people with not much to do. She used books and music as an escape from boredom. She is also an accomplished Harley Davidson mechanic, (she graduated from the Motorcycle Mechanics Institute) and owned her own shop alongside her father in Phoenix, AZ for several years. After moving away from the motorcycle business, she picked up writing and always has many stories either in progress or in a long running list of ideas to write about. Many of her books are based on dreams she's had, and are further inspired by other authors and current television shows. Favorite authors are Katherine Kerr, Terry Goodkind, R.A. Salvatore and George R. R. Martin.

Book preview

A small, soft hand slid into mine, our fingers twining loosely. A moment of shock at the initial contact passed quickly as I looked at the woman who was now right next to me. She was standing real close, as if her body and mine were familiar with each other. She smiled, maybe to ease my startle-ment. But her eyes were slightly squinted as if she were looking for something, or someone, specific.

I’m not sure why I didn’t say anything or react in any way other than observing her. The wavy, long black hair that hung down her back was in disarray, a bit mussed, as if she had been hurrying from somewhere else in the airport. Her breathing was quickened, as well, furthering the evidence that she had been in a rush to stand here with me. Her eyes grew wide after a moment, spotting whatever it was she had been looking for.

At last, she turned those beautiful eyes upon me, and my breath caught in my throat. Her eyes were a deep cobalt blue, like a mountain lake, that threatened to suck me right into them. Ringed with light eyeliner that was ever so slightly smudged, topped with naturally long eyelashes that bore no mascara. Her cheeks flushed pink, and the gloss on her lips was the only other makeup present on her face. To call this woman a natural beauty was an understatement.

My gaze caught the movement of her lips. It took me a few seconds to realize she had spoken.

What was that? I asked her, recovering from my shock.

I need your help, she repeated, in a husky voice. What is your name?

Drew. What’s yours? I didn’t even think