Title: The Poet’s Wife
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Tirgearr Publishing
Release Date: November 11, 2013
Contest: One commenter will win a copy of The Poet’s Wife by telling me about their close encounter of the paranormal kind.
Lily Holliway’s life is shattered when her husband, Gabe, is killed in Afghanistan. A new job and dear friends aren’t enough to ease her yearnings for the love she clings to.
Gabe feels her grief so strongly that his spirit cannot leave the confines of this world. He can’t rest in peace until he’s sure Lily is going to be okay. In desperation, he reaches out to her using his special gift.
Finding the mysterious haiku makes Lily question her grip on reality. When she sees Gabe face-to-face, can she believe her eyes?
Lily must trust the only man she’s ever loved to help her begin again.
Margie Church writes erotic romance novels with a strong suspense element, in keeping with her moniker: Romance with SASS (Suspense Angst Seductive Sizzle). Never expect the same thing twice in one of her books. She tackles subjects and conflicts that aren’t typical in romances. Life is complicated. People are, too. Marrying those concepts makes her work fascinating to read. Margie was 2011 GLBT Author of the Year, and her book, Hard as Teak, was named 2011 GLBT Book of the Year at Loves Romances Café.
Margie lives in Minnesota, is married, and has two children. Some of her passions are music, poetry, walking on moonlit nights, fishing, and making people laugh.
She also writes children’s books under the pen name, Margaret Rose.
Keep up with Margie: Margie’s website: Romance with SASS / Margie’s blog / Twitter / Facebook / Facebook Page / Pinterest
This wonderful book was released November 11 by Tirgearr Publishing. If you’re a fan of women’s fiction – love a great plot wrapped in a romance, I hope you’ll read The Poet’s Wife.
Here’s a taste of this compelling ghost story!
Two hours later, Lily pushed open the service door leading into her kitchen. She balanced a bag of groceries in one arm, and a bright pink geranium marked for clearance in the other. After setting her purchases on the table, she filled a glass with cold tap water and took a deep drink. She pressed the cool glass against her cheek. Today’s temperatures had soared into the upper eighties. She refilled the glass and poured the water into the wilting plant she’d bought.
All afternoon her altercation with Jana at Keeper’s Eatery bugged her. Lily glanced at the telephone hanging on the wall. I’ll call and apologize for being so rude. Tomorrow. I’m sure it’s going to take me half the night to find the right words to explain how I could be so difficult. Again.
Lily put away the groceries and then took the geranium out to the patio. She returned to the kitchen, poured some sweet tea, and opened the Cobb salad she’d bought. Her stomach growled in anticipation. She’d lost her appetite after the showdown with Jana.
The large patio umbrella provided the perfect shade to enjoy her late afternoon meal. A gentle breeze cooled her skin. Lily pierced a tender piece of avocado with a fork and popped the soft fruit into her mouth. She loved the patio. She and Gabe had eaten a lot of their meals out here over the years. Familiar heaviness filled her heart. She loaded her fork with crunchy lettuce and crisp bacon pieces. Tangy bleu cheese melted in her mouth while she chewed.
At the far edge of the backyard, Gabe’s empty bench perched on the knoll above the Missouri River. He’d installed the bench a few summers ago because he said that spot was the perfect place to sit and write poetry. Lily never paid a lot of attention to what he wrote. In fact, she always told him she thought it odd a military police officer would write poems. She remembered the three simple lines she’d found a few weeks ago and wished she hadn’t acted so hastily, crumpling up the paper and throwing it away. She couldn’t remember the exact words—something about the river bringing second chances.
In your dreams, my love. Today, the river brings only a fresh batch of mosquitoes.
She went back inside to refill her tea. Although the wall clock was in the living room, she might as well have been standing right next to it. When did that thing get so loud? She heard a crackling sound and went to investigate.
Lily blinked, not trusting her eyes.
Gabe stood near the patio door, smoothing a crumpled piece of paper against his thigh. He wore his favorite hanging-around-the-house jeans and his faded Royals T-shirt. His tattered tennis shoes should have been tossed ages ago. He’d liked those clothes so much he’d taken them to Afghanistan.
He looked up at her.
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Thank you Margie for sharing your book with us! The cover is gorgeous! Definitely need to add The Poet’s Wife to my to-be-read pile! Don’t forget to leave your encounter of the paranormal kind in the comments to be entered to win a copy of The Poet’s Wife. Contest Ends November 15th.
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