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Do you have photos from when you were a child?

I have a few and they’re very precious. They tell of simpler days; of sunshine and pedal bikes, friends and lemonade stands.

 

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Today is my birthday and as I look back on all the changes that have happened in my lifetime, I miss those years when the biggest worry was who was outside to play with.

As a kid we were seldom in the house other than mealtimes, preferring to run up and down the block playing hopscotch or swords and dragons instead.

Nowadays I measure the passage of time by the growing height of my grandchild, the gray hairs appearing along my brow, and the creaks and groans from aging limbs.

One thing that hasn’t changed however, is my love of make believe worlds. Where we used to create in back yards and tree houses, now I use keyboard and mouse.

Today marks the pre-order of my fifth book, a milestone of which I’m very proud to have accomplished. All of which proves, just because the body gets older, it doesn’t mean the mind quits dreaming 🙂

 

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The Guardian

by Jacquie Biggar

 

Genre: Paranormal Romantic Suspense

 

Restitution begins with the truth

 

Lucas Carmichael and Scott Anderson had it all, money, fame, and fortune. But one night’s stupid mistake takes everything they thought they cherished and dumps it upside down.  

A car accident ends Lucas’ life and leaves Scott injured and bitter.  

As the local ME, Tracy York, investigates the case, discrepancies begin to point to more than a simple drunk driving incident. 

When threats are made to Tracy’s life can Scott and his guardian angel, Lucas, protect her, or will she become another casualty? 

Pre-Order your Copy Now

 http://amzn.com/B01D4D3LMS

Add to your TBR List

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/29510815-the-guardian

 

Excerpt:

 

 

Scott couldn’t believe he’d escaped from a hospital just a few hours before and now here he was, riding in the back of an ambulance. He was pretty sure it wasn’t SOP to transport a canine, even if it was extenuating circumstances.

But the moment the paramedics had shown up, his companion had run roughshod over their objections. It was sort of sexy. Tracy York. He had a difficult time equating her as a medical examiner. She seemed too… young. Naïve. Cute. That is until a person got close enough to read the deep green pools of her gaze. They spoke of suffering, those eyes. They made him ache inside. He wanted to hold her. Offer to help, even though his world was a screwed up mess. Her thigh rubbed against his every time the ambulance changed lanes and was slowly driving him crazy. Every nerve strained closer, waiting for the next teasing friction of silk and jean meshing together and then apart. The vehicle took a corner and she lost balance, threw out a hand to steady herself, and came dangerously close to finding out exactly what she was doing to him. Scott grasped her forearm in his good hand and stopped her forward momentum. He froze, their lips a hairsbreadth apart. Her eyes grew large and he felt like the wolf at Red Riding Hood’s door. His heart skidded along his windpipe like it was an Olympic medal winning luge run. How had he thought her merely cute? She was gorgeous, with hair like the finest brandy and skin that rivalled any fairy tale heroine he’d ever read about. He leaned toward her, solely focused on tasting that lush, honey-sweet mouth.

And she frowned.

Just like that the noise came rushing back in, the creak of the van, the beep of machines, and the stifled snort of the paramedic who suddenly pretended to act busy. Tracy pulled her arm free. She ignored him to reach out and pet the mutt’s gnarled coat, and move a careful few inches down the bench. Scott glared at the grinning paramedic and sat back, his head resting against the cool metal wall behind him. He couldn’t honestly remember the last time a woman turned him down. He was disappointed, but there was no denying the fact that the doc intrigued him. If she were anyone else he’d be tempted to pursue the matter. But she held his and Lucas’ reputation in her dainty little hands. He couldn’t afford to alienate her.

Jacquie Biggar. The Guardian: Mended Souls (Kindle Locations 488-492). Jacquie Biggar.

 

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