Monday, September 29, 2014

Monday's Montage Showcase: Twilight Zone: 19 Original Stories on the 50th Anniversary

An original anthology celebrating Rod Serling’s landmark television series

When it first aired in 1959, The Twilight Zone was nothing less than groundbreaking television. Freed from much of the censors’ strict oversight because of the show’s classification as “science fiction,” the 156 filmed episodes explored powerful and moving human themes—love, hate, pride, jealousy, terror—in their own unique style.The show has since inspired two revivals, as well as fiction, comic books, and magazines, and even a pinball game and theme park rides.  Just as important, it sparked the imaginations of countless writers, filmmakers, and fans around the world, and is considered a seminal show for broadening the horizons of television.

This anthology will be an all-new collection of stories written in the vein of the original television show. 2009 is the fiftieth anniversary of The Twilight Zone’s first broadcast year. Edited and featured and introduction by Carol Serling, the anthology will include brand new stories by science fiction and fantasy luminaries such as Whitley Strieber, Loren D. Estleman, Joe Lansdale, R. L. Stein, Timothy Zahn, and Peter S. Beagle, as well as writers from the original series, Earl Hammer and Harlan Ellison®, all in honor of Rod’s incredible vision.

First Released:  August 12th 2009
Publisher:  Tor Books
Pages:  448

"The highway leads to the shadowy tip of reality; you’re on a through route to the land of the different, the bizarre, the unexplainable . . . Go as far as you like on this road. Its limits are only those of the mind itself. You’re entering the wondrous dimensions of the imagination. Next stop . . . the Twilight Zone."Rod Serling

Titles and Authors:
Genesis by David Hagberg
A Haunted House of Her Own by Kelley Armstrong
On the Road by William F Wu
The Art of the Miniature by Earl Hamner, Jr.
Benchwarmer by Mike Resnick & Lezli Robyn
Truth or Consequences by Carole Nelson Douglas
Puowaina by Alan Brennert
Torn Away by Joe R Lansdale
Vampin' Down the Avenue by Timothy Zahn
A Chance of a Ghost by Lucia St. Clair Robson
The Street that Forgot Time by Deborah Chester
The Wrong Room by RL Stine
Ghost Writer by Robert J Serling
The Soldier He Needed to Be by Jim DeFelice
Ants by Tad Williams
Your Last Breath, Inc. by John Miller
Family Man by Laura Lippman
The Good Neighbor by Whitley Strieber
El Moe by Rod Serling

Author Bios:
Kelley Armstrong is the author of the New York Times bestselling “Women of the Otherworld ” paranormal suspense series, the “Darkest Powers” YA urban fantasy trilogy, and the Nadia Stafford crime series. She grew up in Ontario, Canada, where she still lives with her family. A former computer programmer, she’s now escaped her corporate cubicle and hopes never to return.

Alan Brennert was executive story consultant on the 1980s CBS network revival of The Twilight Zone and wrote some of its most well-remembered episodes, including “Her Pilgrim Soul” and “A Message from Charity.” He has won a Nebula Award for his short story “Ma Qui” and an Emmy Award as a producer for L.A. Law. More recently, he is the author of the bestselling novels Moloka’i and Honolulu.

Deborah Chester is the internationally published author of thirty-eight novels in several genres, primarily science fiction and fantasy. Her most recent books include The Pearls and The Crown. She’s also the John Crain Presidential Professor at the University of Oklahoma, where she teaches short-story and novel writing.

Jim DeFelice is the author of several novels, including Leopards Kill and the forthcoming Helios.

With her home office a Twilight Zone landscape of mannequins in vintage dress, no wonder award-winning ex-journalist and novelist Carole Nelson Douglas’s fifty-four books offer surreal TZ touches. They include two Vegas-set series: the Midnight Louie, feline PI, mysteries partially narrated by a “Sam Spade with hair-balls,” and the Delilah Street, Paranormal Investigator, noir urban fantasies of werewolf mobsters and silver-screen zombies. Douglas was the first author of a Sherlockian series with a female protagonist, diva-detective Irene Adler, the only woman to outwit Holmes, debuting with the New York Times Notable Book of the Year Good Night, Mr. Holmes.

David Hagberg is a former U.S. Air Force cryptographer who has traveled extensively in Europe, the Arctic, and the Caribbean. He has published nearly seventy novels of suspense, including the bestselling Soldier of God, Allah’s Scorpion, Dance with the Dragon, and the New York Times bestseller The Expediter. He has been nominated three times for the Mystery Writers of America Edgar Allan Poe award and was nominated for the American Book Award. He and his wife make their home in Sarasota, Florida.

Earl Hamner was born in 1923 in a small village in Virginia’s Blue Ridge Mountains. Much of his writing is rooted in his growing up in a large and loving family during the Great Depression. Today he lives with his wife of fifty-four years in Studio City, California, where he continues to write and care for his collection of over fifty bonsai. He describes himself as “a good-looking old thing who doesn’t look a day over eighty-four.”

Joe R. Lansdale is the author of thirty novels and over two hundred short works. He has written screenplays, teleplays, and comics. His latest book is the short-story collection Sanctified and Chicken Fried from University of Texas Press, and forthcoming in June from Knopf is Vanilla Ride, his new Hap Collins and Leonard Pine novel.

Laura Lippman has published fourteen novels and a collection of short stories. She has won virtually every prize given for mystery fiction in the United States, including the Edgar, Anthony, Shamus, Agatha, and Quill Awards. She lives in Baltimore.

Author of four novels (Cutdown, Causes of Action, Tropical Heat and, most recently, Coyote Moon), as well as a collection of short stories ( Jackson Street and Other Soldier Stories ), which won the California Book Award for First Fiction, John Miller is a full -time writer and artist. His short stories have appeared in, among others, The William & Mary Review, Crosscurrents, The Missouri Review, North Dakota Quarterly, and Ellery Queen’s Mystery Magazine . A native North Carolinian, Miller resides in the Pacific Northwest.

Mike Resnick is the all-time leading award winner, living or dead, for short science fiction (according to Locus). He has won five Hugos, plus other major awards in the United States, France, Spain, Japan, Croatia, and Poland , and has been nominated for major awards in England and Italy. He is the author of sixty novels, well over two hundred short stories, and two screenplays, and is the editor of almost fifty anthologies. His work has been translated into twenty-three languages.

Lezli Robyn is an Australian writer who sold her first couple of stories in the closing months of 2008, and in the three months since then has sold to Asimov’s, Analog, and other magazines, as well as science fiction markets as distant as China and Russia, alone or in collaboration with Mike Resnick. She is currently working on her first novel.

Lucia St. Clair Robson’s first novel, Ride the Wind, appeared on the New York Times Best Seller List and won the Western Writers of America’s Golden Spur award. It has been continuously in print for twenty-seven years. She has written eight other historical novels, the most recent of which is Last Train from Cuernavaca. Kirkus Reviews wrote, “Few novelists working today have a better grasp of early American history than Robson.”

Robert J. (Bob) Serling is Rod Serling’s older brother and a prolific author himself, with twenty-five published nonfiction and fiction works, mostly dealing with the airline and aerospace industries. Among his seven novels was the bestselling The President’s Plane Is Missing. Before becoming a full-time freelance author, he was aviation editor of United Press International, and now at age ninety is regarded by his peers as the dean of aviation writers. He served as technical adviser on Rod’s acclaimed TZ episode “Odyssey of Flight 33.”

Rod Serling (1924– 1975) worked in the television area for twenty-five years, developing, in addition tothe landmark Twilight Zone series, Night Gallery and The Loner, and countless drama anthologies, including Requiem for a Heavyweight and Patterns. During his career he won more Emmy Awards for dramatic writing than anyone in history. He also wrote the screenplay for the very first Planet of the Apes film, which embodied everything Serling was interested in as a writer. He continued to write for television while teaching in Ithaca, New York, until his death in 1975, leaving an indelible imprint on television that would inspire countless future writers and artists.

R. L. Stine is one of the bestselling children’s authors in history. His book series— Goosebumps, Fear Street, The Nightmare Room, Mostly Ghostly, and Rotten School— have sold more than 350 million copies around the world. Stine says his job is to “terrify kids.” But his proudest accomplishment is the millions of kids he has motivated to read. His adult-thriller titles include Superstitious, The Sitter, and Eye Candy. He is currently at work on a new batch of Goosebumps titles. Stine lives in New York City with his wife, Jane.

Whitley Strieber is the author of such books as The Wolfen, The Hunger, Communion, and Superstorm, which have all been made into feature films, and many other bestsellers, including Billy, Majestic, The Grays, 2012, and, most recently, Critical Mass. His website,, is the largest website in the world featuring daily news at the edge of science and reality.

Tad Williams is the New York Times bestselling author of some fourteen books for adults, which have been translated into twenty-three languages and sell worldwide. Among his bestsellers are The Dragonbone Chair, The Otherland Cycle, and Shadowmarch. He lives and works with his wife, Deborah Beale, and their family in the San Francisco Bay Area.

William F. Wu, Ph.D., is a six-time nominee for the Hugo, Nebula, and World Fantasy Awards and the author of the six-volume young-adult science fiction series titled Isaac Asimov’s Robots in Time. He is the author of thirteen novels, one short-story collection, and sixty short stories as well as one book of literary criticism. Wu’s short story “Wong’s Lost and Found Emporium,” a multiple-award nominee, was adapted into an episode of The Twilight Zone from the 1980s and is available on DVD. He lives in Palmdale, California, with his wife, Fulian Wu, and their son, Alan.

Timothy Zahn has been writing science fiction for over a quarter of a century. In that time he has published thirty-six novels, over eighty short stories and novelettes, and four collections of short fiction.  Best known for his eight Star Wars novels , he is also the author of the Quadrail series (Night Train to Rigel, The Third Lynx, Odd Girl Out, and the upcoming The Domino Pattern), the Cobra series ( including the upcoming Cobra Alliance), and the young-adult Dragonback series. His latest novel is From the Ashes, a prequel to the movie Terminator Salvation. The Zahn family lives on the Oregon coast.

Author Links:
Timothy Zahn:  Amazon  /  Goodreads
RL Stine:  Amazon  /  Goodreads
Robert J. Serling:  Amazon  /  Goodreads
David Hagberg:  Amazon  /  Goodreads  /  Website
Lucia St. Clair Robson:  Goodreads
Deborah Chester:  Goodreads  /  Website
Jim DeFelice:  Amazon  /  Goodreads  /  Website
Tad Williams:  Amazon  /  Goodreads
John Miller:  Goodreads
Laura Lippman:  Amazon  /  Goodreads
Whitley Strieber:  Amazon  /  Goodreads  /  Website
Kelley Armstrong:  Amazon  /  Goodreads
Rod Serling:  Amazon  /  Goodreads
William F Wu:  Goodreads
Earl Hamner, Jr.:  Goodreads  /  Website
Mike Resnick:  Goodreads
Carole Nelson Douglas:  Amazon  /  Goodreads  /  Website
Joe R Lansdale:  Amazon  /  Goodreads
Lezli Robyn:  Amazon  /  Goodreads
Alan Brennert:  Amazon  /  Goodreads
Carol Serling(Editor):  Goodreads

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Second Chance Hearts(#4) by Heather Lire

TITLE – Second Chance Hearts
SERIES – Holiday Vermont
AUTHOR – Heather Lire
GENRE – Contemporary 
PUBLICATION DATE – August 1, 2014 
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 148 pages
PUBLISHER – Desert Breeze Publishing

Jessica Chase has always done what's expected of her, including betray the love of her life. But that has never earned her the love of her parents. She's decided to throw off their superficial values and actually contribute to society.

Case Sanderson should be happy; he has his three year old daughter, even though the women he was about to marry turned against him in the paternity suit. But, until he learns to forgive her he can't seem to put himself back on the market.

Case and Jessica must come together to help a refugee in the battered women's underground. And they have been given the perfect opportunity at a second chance to heal their broken hearts and find love.

     Jessica closed the flap of a box and stood, rubbing the small of her back with the knuckles of her right hand. With this box her office was officially all packed up. All of her cases had been reassigned to other attorneys, and she was ready for the next phase of her life.
     A phase she was in complete control of.
     "What in the hell is this?" A voice thundered from her door.
     She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She'd been hoping to be out of the office before he returned. She'd timed her resignation for when he took his month-long vacation every year, so she wouldn't have to have this confrontation. She'd wanted to be gone before he came back. With two other senior partners she'd been hoping HR didn't inform him.
     She turned and faced the man who had helped to destroy her dreams..
     "What does it look like I'm doing?"
     She caught the flash of anger and surprise in his eyes before he narrowed them.
     In twenty-eight years she'd never once talked back to him. She'd always done exactly what he'd told her, never bucking under his or her mother's plans for her.
     "It looks like someone throwing a fit because she didn't get her way."
     She wasn't throwing a fit. She was throwing away a life, a life that was all but destroying her.
     "No, I'm not throwing a fit. I'm taking charge of my life. I'm no longer going to do what you and mother want me to, to suit your plans. I'm living it for me."
     She didn't need or want to hear what she knew would be a tirade on her responsibility to him, to her mother, and to the family.
     Jessica put on her coat and picked up the box.  Ignoring the sputtering and yelling coming from her father she walked out the door of the office she'd never wanted or deserved. Just because her great grandfather had started the law firm didn't mean she shouldn't have had to prove herself before making junior partner.
     She guessed she had proved herself years ago when she'd had to let the best thing to ever happen to her walk out the door because of a case.
     She'd put it aside, because there was nothing she could do about it. She'd seen the anger and hatred in his eyes when Case had walked into her office that day. It hadn't mattered her heart was in pieces on the floor to anyone in the room, as she'd watched the man she'd been planning on spending the rest of her life with and the daughter she'd never get to have, walk out the door.
     She'd gone home, opened a bottle of wine, and cried deep gut-wrenching tears. Three days later she walked into the Cobble Hill women's shelter and volunteered her services. If she couldn't have Case in her life, she could do something that was important to him and his family.
     It was a move that had changed everything for her. Effective today, she was now the family attorney in residence. For once she was going to be doing something good with the degree she'd gotten because of parental pressure.

     Case watched the taillights of Justin's car disappear down the drive and contemplated his own life. He was thirty years old, a single dad, had a company he was proud of, and helped those who needed it desperately.
     He had a great life, but gods he missed sex.
     He envied Justin and his attitude toward it. It's what made it possible to have the sex life he had, one Case wished he could have.
     He'd never been one for random hook-ups with women. His dad had instilled in him a respect for women at an early age. When he'd reached the age where sex had been the number one thing on his mind his dad had pulled him aside and asked him to think about his sisters and how he would feel if a man had hooked up with one of them for the sole purpose of having sex.
     It hadn't sat well in his stomach the thought of his sisters being treated that way so he'd never developed the habit.
     From the time he was seventeen till he was twenty-two he'd had a steady girlfriend, one he'd thought he'd marry after college. Until she'd shown up at his apartment on one of the worst days in his life. He'd thought she was there for moral support, only she hadn't been.
     She'd handed him a box of the things he'd had at her apartment and informed him she was getting married in two weeks.
     In one move she'd gutted him.
     Morgan hadn't missed the fact she'd been missing from Jacks funeral. Afterward she'd confronted him about it, and then helped him to cover up the breakup with his family. Telling everyone they'd broken up earlier than when it had actually happened.
     For a year he'd forgotten all about the promise he'd made to his dad about random hookups and slept with whatever girl sparked his interest.
     Then Morgan had turned up pregnant, and he'd stopped. He didn't want to be like the son of a bitch who'd gotten her pregnant and then disappeared from her life.
     After that he'd developed several friends with benefits women in the different cities he worked in, letting him have the regular sex he not only wanted but needed.
     All of that had changed, however, when he'd met her. He'd fallen for her hard and fast. He'd thought she felt the same, and discovered, once again during one of the darkest times in his life, it had all been a lie. The only good thing that had come from that time period was Kayle.
     From the moment she'd been placed in his arms she'd gotten all of his focus and energy, a decision he didn't regret.
     Even when Justin had dragged him to one of his clubs in Boston, he hadn't been tempted by any of the women.
     The flash of headlights coming up the lane dragged him from his thoughts.
     Who in the hell was coming out here at this time of night? He lived too far out for a casual drop by from his sisters or their husbands.
     He stayed at the window and watched the car approach. He took a swallow of his apple ale and hoped whoever it was didn't wake up Kayle.
     She'd been so excited to have kids on the farm she'd missed her nap and had been cranky all evening. She'd finally crashed a half an hour ago.
     The car stopped, and the driver stayed in the car, leading him to wonder if they were lost. Just when he decided to go out on the porch to see who they were the driver side door opened. From his position at the window he could make out a long leg.
     A female leg.
     As the car wasn't one of his sister's or Audrey or Brooke's cars, she wasn't related him. He briefly wondered if it was Shelly, but discarded that thought.
     The woman continued getting out of the car and slammed the door. She turned to the house, and he got his first look at her. Recognition was a fist to his boys.
     He didn't need the light to know the color of the hair she had caught up in a ponytail or see the color of her expressive eyes to know how her body fit perfectly against his.
     His emotions warred within him. Half of him wanted to greet her with anger. She'd been part of the reason his reputation had been shredded. She'd been the person he thought he'd found what his parents and sisters had with. She'd also ripped his heart out and handed it back to him with no regard for what she'd done.
     On the other hand she'd also helped to give him his heart, Kayle. When he'd walked into the lawyers' office to pick up the baby that had been conceived with his stolen sperm, the very last person he'd expected to see holding her had been the woman he'd been on the verge of proposing to.
     He watched, hidden in the shadows as she looked at the house. They'd had no contact since the day he'd walked out of her office, not that he hadn't been tempted to seek her out whenever he'd been in New York. Every time he'd thought about it though he'd remembered what it had felt like to walk into that office and see the one person he'd thought would have his back standing there holding his baby girl.
     He watched her slam the car door and move toward the gate. The lithe grace of her movements had other parts of him stirring, parts that hadn't stirred in far too long.
     Sure, he'd gone through the mechanics of sex, for the last couple of years, but it had been emotionless. A necessary release.
     The creak of the gate drew his attention back to the woman moving toward the front porch.
     For a heartbeat he considered ignoring her presence, but curiosity got the better of him.
     He left the window and moved through the house, stopping only to close Kayle's bedroom door before he reached the stairs. The knock on the front sounded as he reached the bottom step.
     If his sisters could see the way he was acting now, they'd never let him live it down.
     That thought had him shaking off the mood he'd been in all evening and open the door.
     The light from the porch cast a shadow over him, so she couldn't see who had answered the door, but he could see her.
     He felt like a man who'd been denied food and drink for months and then been taken to an all-you-can-eat buffet staring at her.
     "Hello, I'm looking for Shelly Harger's cottage. I was told it was on this farm, but I think I missed a turn."
     Case swore viciously in his mind. A wrong turn had landed the one person he should stay away from, and had managed just barely to stay away from for years.
     He stepped into the light and heard her gasp what he assumed was surprise. They'd see if it was a good surprise or a bad surprise.

     Jessica drank in the sight of Case. Her stomach and heart were flip-flopping like they were on a taffy puller. He looked even better than she remembered.
     All of the emotions from the events surrounding their break-up rushed through her. A deep-seated anger at her father and his thirst to destroy Case's family, a hopelessness that Case would never forgive her, even though she'd been trying to protect him, and the fear she'd just destroyed the best thing that had ever happened to her.
     She'd lain in her bed the night he'd walked out of her life, exhausted from her crying jag and realized she'd made the Pearl Harbor of mistakes letting Case walk out the door without her.
     She should have told her dad he could take her job and shove it. She should have left with Case and Kayle. She should have defied her parents, even if the thought would have given her hives, but she hadn't.
     Staring at Case through the screen door, she wondered, hoped really, if this was a sign from the fates telling her this might be her second chance at the family she'd always dreamed of. The one that had been stolen from her. That she'd given away.
     "Case." There was so much more she wanted to say. Needed to say. The only thing her brain could come up with was his name.
     He leaned against the door jam, propping his shoulder up against it, and crossed his arms. Arms that were much more defined than they'd been the last time she'd seen him. He was dressed in a pair of frayed jeans that made her want to lick him. His shirt had a crude saying which surprised her. His hair was longer and very disheveled, and it looked like he hadn't shaved in at least three days.
     This was not the Case she knew.
     The Case she knew, kept his hair a respectable length, shaved every day and while he would dress casually in jeans and shirts, they were never graphic shirts.
     Maybe this Case would forgive her for being the attorney against him in his battle for his daughter.
     "Jessica." The deep timbre of his voice made her hands and feet sweat. She curled her toes in a futile effort to relieve the pressure.
     She swallowed. "I didn't know you lived out here?"
     He'd disappeared from New York Society after Kayle's birth, and she'd wondered if he'd moved to the small town his sister lived in. She'd combed the pages of the society and business sections for news and pictures of him. There had been the occasional write-up about his business, but no pictures.      The only time he was seen was at his family's annual gala.
     "I do."
     She wondered if he was going to open the door for her or make her stand out on the porch.
     "I guess I have the wrong place then," she pulled her phone out of her back pocket and turned the screen on. "I'm looking for CE Corporate Retreat. Do you know where I can find it?"
     "I do."
     She raised her head and glared at him through the door. She was beginning to hate his clipped answers. She wasn't going to give up. "So, where is it?"
     He stood away from the door jam. "You're there."
     He was CE Corporate Retreat? She'd read everything she could find on him in those articles, and she honestly couldn't recall what they'd said his company's name was.
     "Can you tell how to get to your assistant's cottage?"
     Something in her voice must have told him how anxious she now was, because he opened the door and stepped out onto the porch with her.
     "Because she called me in a panic, and I need to talk to her." She'd been in court when Shelly had called. The stark terror in her voice had Jessica dropping everything, packing a bag, and rushing to find Shelly.
     "Is something wrong? Does her husband know where she is?" He pulled a phone from his pocket and called someone, not giving her a chance to answer him.
     He paced away from her. As much as she'd like to ogle him, she needed to connect with Shelly.
     When she'd called her earlier, she was sure her husband would find her, and the man who'd been there to greet them, had scared the bejeezus out of her.
      Case's voice carried, and she couldn't help but overhear his conversation.
     "Justin, sorry to interrupt your fun, but something's come up with our newest resident, and I need you back here," he paused listening to the other person, "Yeah, they're my next call," another pause, "Nah man, she's crashed to the world. I'll see you in a couple then."
     "Who was that?" Jessica asked. She'd trusted Chrissy and Kyle knew what they were doing when they'd had her send Shelly here, and while she knew Case, at least the Case he used to be, she didn't know anything else about the people who worked here.
     "Justin Wilson, my head of security. Once the women have settled in and are a fraction less afraid he teaches them what they need to know to not only protect themselves but their children."
     She remembered Justin, but she'd thought he'd told her he was a SEAL. From the way he'd talked about it when he'd been her shadow in Paris, she'd assumed he'd be in the Navy until he either died or was too old to be a soldier.
     "Is he the one who greets the women?" She gathered from what he'd just told her. Shelly wasn't the first battered woman to pass through his farm.
     "Not normally, no. Typically it's either Mrs. Evans or my mom. If not them then my sisters, or my partner's wife. Whoever is available. Mrs. Evans is who we prefer to greet them as she has this way about her. Within a day one of my brothers-in-law stops by in an official capacity."
     Jessica was stunned. This was a well thought-out organization they had here. She still needed to see Shelly and find out what had prompted the panicked call.
     "I'll take you over to her house. Give me a sec."
     He disappeared into the house. She turned her back to the house and looked out over the expanse of Case's new home. She'd been so busy concentrating on not getting lost she hadn't really looked at where she was.
     She could make out the dark outline of fences and trees before, but what grabbed her and held her were all the stars in the sky. She'd never seen so many. Living in the city her whole life stars were something you saw on T.V., not something you actually saw. She knew the names of the constellations, but she had no clue what she was looking at, and she wanted to know.
     She didn't turn around when she heard the front door close. Her eyes drifted shut, and she breathed in the night air. There was a mixture of fresh cut grass, horses, a flower that intrigued her, and the scent of the man next to her. It was a smell that was uniquely his.
     One she'd missed.
     "Let's go."
     The harshness of his voice belayed the peacefulness of the night.
     He didn't give her a chance to respond before he was down the porch steps and halfway across the yard to the gate. She moved to catch up with him and met him at her car.
     Case was standing by the driver's side door, and she assumed he would want to drive to Shelly's house, but he surprised her when he simply opened the door for her and waited while she climbed in before heading around the car to the passenger side.
     "Follow the lane around the back of the house."
     She started the car and followed his instructions as he took her around his house and down the lane. She could see the small house lit up ahead of her.
     "It's about five hundred yards from my place," he pointed to another building that was dark except for a porch light, "That's our main office building."
     "I understand this is a corporate retreat for families. What does that mean?"
     "So many corporations put careers ahead of family, not realizing that having a healthy balance between the two makes for better and more productive employees. So companies come here with their employees' families and learn how to balance the two. Other times companies use this as a bonus for their employees by having their families come here for a week of fun."
     She could hear the pride in his voice as he talked about his company. When they'd been together he had thrived on the constant travel and business deals. This was just another thing that was different about Case.
     She wondered what else was new about him, and if she'd get the opportunity to find out.
     She pulled up in front of the small house and turned off the engine. He didn't say anything before climbing out of the car and walking back toward his house.

Author Bio:
Heather has traveled all over the world, speaks several languages, collects romance books like they're going out of style, and has multiple book boyfriends. Ok, she hasn't been all over the world, except in her mind. She does however speak multiple languages and collect romance books. Her long-suffering husband and sons roll their eyes at all her book boyfriends. When she's not busy on her next novel she can be found at one of her sons many sporting events or on twitter talking about what else, romance books. She loves to hear what you think about her stories so please drop her a note.

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