Hey, everyone! I’m super excited to share Sarah Hegger’s new release, Nobody’s Angel. This is Sarah’s first book in the contemporary Willow Park Romance series and I know you’re going to love it. The emotion in this book is so rich and raw that it sucked me in enough to knock it out in one day–no small feat with a day job, kids, and writing my own stuff. I hope you’ll check it out because I’m pretty sure you’ll love it too! Release day is tomorrow (3/31) and I’ve got lots of info below to give you a sneak peak. And don’t miss the Rafflecopter sign up!!! Sarah’s giving all kinds of goodies away so you’ll want to be sure and sign up.
Willow Park Romance # 1
By: Sarah Hegger
Releasing March 31
In this evocative new series from author Sarah Hegger, a woman returns home after a long absence—and wonders if two wrongs really can make a right…
Nine years ago Lucy Flint ran away to Seattle, taking her friend’s boyfriend and leaving her high school sweetheart without a word of explanation. Now she’s back in Willow Park, Illinois, to help care for her ailing father—and it’s no surprise that her ex, Dr. Richard Hunter, is still angry.
Still, she’s a different Lucy now. Sober, wiser, ready to make amends to the long—make that very long—list of those she mistreated during her wild younger days. Falling for Richard all over again would mean wreaking havoc in both their lives and possibly squandering her opportunity for redemption. But here, in the place where everything went wrong, is the one person who always felt right, and a second-chance that could be the best mistake she ever made…
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Born British and raised in South Africa, Sarah Hegger suffers from an incurable case of wanderlust. Her match? A hot Canadian engineer, whose marriage proposal she accepted six short weeks after they first met. Together they’ve made homes in seven different cities across three different continents (and back again once or twice). If only it made her multilingual, but the best she can manage is idiosyncratic English, fluent Afrikaans, conversant Russian, pigeon Portuguese, even worse Zulu and enough French to get herself into trouble.
Mimicking her globe-trotting adventures, Sarah’s career path began as a gainfully employed actress, drifted into public relations, settled a moment in advertising, and eventually took root in the fertile soil of her first love, writing. She also moonlights as a wife and mother.She currently lives in Draper, Utah, with her teenage daughters, two Golden Retrievers and aforementioned husband. Part footloose buccaneer, part quixotic observer of life, Sarah’s restless heart is most content when reading or writing books.
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(Including: (1) $20.00 Amazon Gift Card, (3) $10.00 Amazon Gift Cards, Five Print Copies of NOBODY’S ANGEL (Or Digital for Int. winners))
“For Christ’s sake.” Lucy leapt back a step as the door was suddenly yanked open. “Are you going to stand there all night?”
And she got her first good look at Richard. Her tongue got glued to the top of her mouth as she stood on his doorstep and stared. Holy Mary, Mother of God, but he looked good. He’d been a handsome boy, but he was so much more now. Her gaze roamed over features that had hardened around the edges, having lost the softer fullness of youth and been replaced by sharply hewn angles. His mouth was still the same, only the lines bracketing it were deeper. It was a stern mouth, but it always seemed to look as if there were a smile waiting to appear.
Except for now.
Now, it was drawn into a single, harsh line. Lucy realized he stood there and glared at her, his eyes colder than the February weather.
“My mother sent over some of her soup.” Lucy lifted the container to show him. Soup sloshed convincingly against the sides.
“Tell her thank you, from me.” His voice sounded a bit deeper and more gravelly. Or perhaps that was because he was thoroughly pissed off. It was still a great voice. She used to call him up just to hear him say her name. His father had been from Willow Park and his mother French Canadian. The accents mixed in Richard’s single-malt baritone like old friends. She wondered if his voice would still caress the two syllables of her name like a lover. Not likely, if the look arcing her way was any indication.
He reached out.
Lucy almost leapt back again before she realized he was going for the soup. Damn.
He raised an eyebrow at her and she gave him the soup. She felt stupider by the second.
He stepped into the house again and the door started to shut. “Um.”
“Yes?” Richard glared at her.
“May I come in?” She could see him mentally battling that one. Richard had the manners his father ground into him and the natural chivalry of a born gentleman. He wanted to slam the door in her face. She could read it in his white-knuckled grip on the wood, but his good twin wouldn’t let him do it. With a grudging nod, he stepped back and made a brusque motion with his hand for her to enter.
He turned and strode down the corridor and Lucy trailed him obediently.
His jeans were old and worn, but they clung to his thighs and butt in a way she would have to be three weeks dead not to notice. Lucy stepped into the bright light of a kitchen and gulped.
A white, long-sleeved T-shirt molded his body in all the right places. This might have been easier if he’d had the decency to grow the smallest paunch or perhaps be losing his hair. But no, Richard looked better than ever and angrier than hell. Lucy realized she was stretching even his legendary gallantry to the breaking point.
“I offered to bring the soup round because I wanted the chance to speak to you.”
He crossed his arms over his chest.
“I wanted to apologize for . . . um . . . the thing with my car door. Out there in the storm. I didn’t see you until it was too late.” Silence descended between them. Lucy could hear the soft tick of the kitchen clock behind her.
“Is that it?” His eyes were like a shark’s, all relentless focus and no leeway.
“No,” she responded carefully. “But I might be here for a while.” He started looking murderous. “I’m here to help my mother and I thought it best to break the ice, so to speak.”
Not a flicker, not a twitch, just the same hostile silence.
“Break the ice.” She motioned the snow and ice outside the window and attempted a light laugh. “Anyway . . .” She cleared her throat when she got nothing. “We got off to a bad start and I wanted to apologize.”
There, that wasn’t so bad. She could do the adult thing, even with her heart going like a jackhammer inside her chest.
“You came over here to apologize for us getting off to a bad start?”
“Yes,” Lucy said, nodding. “I thought we could be civil, maybe, for the time that I’m here.”
The silence in the kitchen hung heavy.
“You did, did you?” he spoke at last. “Like we could put it all behind us.”
“No.” That’s not what she meant. He was due an apology and he would get one, but not like this.
“Would that be after dooring me the other night or the way you ran out of my life nine years ago?”
Sarah HeggerMarch 30, 2015 at 8:06 am
Thank you so much for hosting Rhenna. And for those kind words.
RhennaMarch 30, 2015 at 3:51 pm
You’re very welcome!! Nobody’s Angel is a wonderful book and more than deserving. 🙂
Linda RomerMarch 30, 2015 at 4:28 pm
Hello Sarah, super excited for the release of Nobody’s Angel! Congratulations!
Sarah HeggerMarch 30, 2015 at 5:12 pm
Thanks, Linda. I got over excited and miscounted the release date. LOL
Tasty Book ToursMarch 31, 2015 at 9:38 am
Thank you for hosting NOBODY’S ANGEL!! Happy Release Day to Sarah!
Sherry HoernigApril 12, 2015 at 8:30 pm
I really do love books on second chances in love. There’s just something about 2 people who loved, drifted apart, & find their way back to each other. It sends a big message of faith & hope.
RhennaApril 12, 2015 at 8:34 pm
Me too, Sherry. And this one is the best kind of second chance story…personal and romantic. Just loved it.