Ephemeral Encounter

Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Excerpt from Chapter Four It turned out to be the last house on the street... only sand dunes between it and the beach. When she climbed the dunes at the end of the street, she realized where she was- below her was the spot he'd parked every time she had seen him. The house itself was built up on pillars allowing for a vehicle to be parked underneath... which is exactly where the Jeep was. She walked over to the stairs leading up to what she figured was the main entrance, and then hesitaited. She stood there... wondering what the hell she was doing? Her concentration was broken by a voice from somewhere above her. "You can come up if you'd like... I promise to behave." She recognized his voice instantly. "I was about to make breakfast, if you're hungry?" She wasn't sure where the voice had come from, and hesitated... until the door at the top of the stairs opened, and she saw him standing there, smiling. His eyes somehow put her at ease... "Most people just come and go as they please around here. Hang around long enough and you'll get used to it" he said. When she didn't move, he came down the stairs and sat down on the third one up. He rested his chin in his hand, saying nothing but instead continuing to smile at her. "I must look rather silly," she said, blushing badly as she did. "Actually, I was having coffee, and when I saw you turn down this street, I followed you- I'm not even sure why" she said as she climbed the first two steps and sat down next to him. It was as if she was supposed to... "Some things in life, are without explanation Shortcake" he said, looking straight ahead, the sound of experience evident in his strained voice. "This" he said, turning to look right at her "is definitely one of them." "Are you married?" she blurted out... not sure she really wanted to know the answer. Excerpt from Chapter Eight "I've known you're name since the first time I was at your house Marshall... and it fits you" she replied, with a sinister looking smile. He was right... she was the most perfect thing... in his life anyhow. Again there was silence... broken only by the sound of the ocean. On that dark beach, his heart made peace with the fact he had to let her go... back to her real life- the one she was meant to live. He stood up, held out his hand to her and said "Come on." She took his hand, he pulled her to his feet, guiding her to a spot under his arm, and then squeezed her tightly. "Let's go back to the house." Excerpt from Chapter Eighteen "Mum... has Reece gotten another new car?" she asked as she pulled a cup from the cupboard and proceeded to pour coffee into it. Although she noticed the two coins stacked atop each other on the counter, she just assumed one of her parents had left them there, and didn't give them any further thought. "I don't believe so Rhiain, the one he has isn't even a year old yet" her mother replied. Tristen knew what had prompted the question, and waited for Rhiain to finish her query. "Well then, whose car is that in the drive?" "It belongs to the gentleman who is currently with your father in the horse barn" Tristen replied, doing her best to contain herself. "Oh? Is papa selling one of the horses?" Rhiain asked, as she sipped her coffee. "I don't believe so" Tristen replied. She could tell her cryptic answers were beginning to wear on her daughter's patience. Product Description From the Prologue:...it seemed to me, that in every romance novel I read, the experience of falling in love was always secondary to the tons of mystery and intrique they contained. So I wrote my own - about nothing more than two very different people and their experiences as they fall in love. Mike Fontenot             About the Author Mike is a retired veteran of the U.S. Navy, currently living in Kansas. His first passion being photography, he took the book's cover photo himself. Since writing Ephemeral Encounter, he as written ten