Myra’s
childhood in a prepper bunker facilitated her self-sufficiency, but at
twenty-four, she’s tired of being a lone mitten. With her business keeping her
busy, she’s not sure when she’ll find Mr. Right, but hopes he likes long walks
in the park and princess movies.
Oakes
Willowbee, just starting his prepping, needs all the help he can get. Former
military and in over his head, he’s trying to get his life in order to be ready
for a worldwide catastrophe, but he’s having a hard time getting past sheep.
With Myra’s help, Oakes gets a taste of prepper life, but his fascination with
preparedness might kill their budding relationship.
Despite the
attraction between them, finding a balance between living and surviving could
be anything but easy peasy.
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About
The Author:
Stephanie Beck is a
fulltime mom, busy writer and ameture speller.
She's been writing since
she was fifteen. Her first novel, "Love on the Mats" was a graphic,
heartwarming tale of a wrestler and a cutie coed which was lovingly edited by
the c-squad basketball team on the long bus rides throughout the season. They
were all sure it would be published and it still has a home in a
folder...somewhere.
Stephanie Beck loves
romance and all things romantic, heart warming and usually funny, though a more
serious piece will find its way in occasionally.
In her spare time she
knits and sews, walks the dog, plays with her three wonderful children and
tries to get her husband to act out the naughty things she researches... oh the sacrifices she makes for her craft.
Twitter:
@stephaniejgrace
Excerpt:
Myra looked around the space as the generator
kicked on the next level of lights. Two sets of dishes waited on the small
wooden table along with two sets of towels. The door to the bedroom stood open
and she peeked in to find the bed freshly made, with reading candles and lamps
on each bedside table.
“I understood why you sent me that last book when
your father said you were coming with a boyfriend,” she said. “You were gently
telling me to start thinking about how I felt about you and Wesley entering
mature relationships.”
What book had she sent? Myra couldn’t remember
such a book.
“I did some soul-searching,” she continued. “I
want my home—the home I have ready for my kids and their families—to be one of
openness and love. That means making a sexual safe zone. I am not going to be a
prude on relationships—I’d never get grandkids, right? So, you two will have
your privacy down here, just like Wesley will when he brings a mate home one
day.”
She looked so proud. Myra fought to keep her
breathing even and the smile on her face. The last thing she wanted to ever do
was make her mother feel bad or embarrass her. She rarely took this kind of
initiative. Myra didn’t know how to respond. She hadn’t even kissed Oakes, let
alone shared anything that required the privacy of a bedroom.
“I know your father has drills planned and we’re
going to do them,” she said. “But I’ve also let him know you two need privacy
and down time so Oakes doesn’t get overwhelmed. So, you’ll have time to
decompress, reconnect and…shoot, what was the last one? I’ll check later, but
you’ll have time to do it. I’m going to give you that privacy now so you can
settle in and discuss things. I’ll be upstairs if you need anything. Oakes?”
He had a bemused look on his face, like he was
enjoying the horror show. “Yes, ma’am?”
“I’d like you to call me Naomi.” She offered her
hand. “I’m very happy you’re here, and I hope you feel welcome.”
“That’s really kind of you, Naomi. I can see where
Myra gets her beauty and charm.”
Her mother chuckled and elbowed Myra gently. “See,
now I like him even more because he’s willing to put blinders on and see the
best. Myra is the spitting image of my mother-in-law and has the same giving,
loving spirit. Dinner will be when Wesley arrives, which should be another
hour.”
She turned and headed out of the apartment, making
a special note to shut the door. Myra finally looked up to Oakes, though her
mortification made that extra hard.
“So, your mom is nice,” he said.
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