Bridging the River of Time (paperback)




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When architect Kerri McBride returns to Maine to restore her family's centuries-old home, she expects to encounter difficulties. What she doesn't expect is to fall for a man young enough to have been riding a tricycle when she got her first driver's license.

Lance Corbett, sailboat builder and caretaker for the McBride family home, can't believe his luck when a collapsing veranda catapults Kerri into his arms. Lance is determined to win Kerri's heart, even though she wants to keep their friendship platonic.

But some folks in Tideswell Landing consider it unacceptable for an older woman to be involved with a younger man. And when Kerri tries to save a cedar grove from local improvements, she finds herself shunned by the town. But it's Lance who causes her greatest dilemma. Can she let age--hers or his--stand in the way of happiness?

Rating: Sensual
Page Count: 284
Word Count: 75568
978-1-61217-662-8 Paperback
978-1-61217-663-5 Digital

Excerpt:

Lance sighed and looked at her with an unfathomable sadness in his eyes, as though to continue the conversation would be like trying to lift the Titanic out of the ocean bottom’s mud. He knelt on the floor in front of her, took her hands in his and pressed them against his heart. “It’s already broken,” he whispered, “and you’re the only one who can fix it.”

Kerri could feel her willpower deserting her at this moment when she needed it most, abandoning her to the mercy of the next moment. In his imploring eyes she saw a sad reflection of herself. She allowed her hand to linger in his for a moment, then withdrew it and stroked his head in silence. At that moment she knew she must test the waters of the river of time that separated them.

“Are you sure you’re willing to gamble your heart on a woman my age?”

“Not any woman, Kerri. Just you. And then—only if you’re not too much of a coward to gamble your heart on a man my age.” They studied each other with the intensity of lovers in the presence of an irresistible force—a force that slowly drew their lips together.

When at last their lips parted, they gazed into each other’s eyes as if seeing each other for the first time, a blindfold suddenly removed in bright light.

Lance opened his mouth to speak. Kerri drew an imaginary line across his lips with her fingertips as if to seal them closed. “I’m not going to fight this any longer. Tonight you hold the stronger hand, Lance. I think the time has come to play it.”

“Kerri,” he said with gentleness soft as a feather falling from a nest.

She touched his lips to silence again. “Shhh, it’s time to fix that broken heart,” she whispered as she took his hand to lead him to her bedroom.




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