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Tailwinds Past Florence
After getting blacklisted from the venture capital industry, twenty-nine-year-old Edward Vaughan will do anything to avoid telling his wife what happened. Even if it means agreeing to her dream of bicycling around the world. Kara, tired of being married to a workaholic, was readying for a divorce. Now, she’s packing bags of a different kind. Together, they pedal away from Seattle, headed east on the open road across America, Europe, and beyond.
Theirs is a decision that reverberates across centuries, shattering a continuum that bound their souls throughout time, and traps Edward in a battle with a past life over an eternal love.
As the miles roll by, and the couple’s sordid secrets begin to surface, the couple encounters several men plucked from history, each one a vessel of Edward’s soul in a prior life. Of them, a 19th century art dealer proves dangerous, believing Kara is his ticket back to the past.
Tailwinds Past Florence is a contemporary love story with a magical twist, landing readers in the saddle of a global bicycle adventure.
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Kara woke to warm breath on her face and the sense that the tent had shrunk in the night. It was Edward leaning over her, smiling brightly. She blinked the sleep away and tried remembering where they were as he brushed the hair from her brow and kissed her forehead. His lips glanced her nose then landed tenderly on her mouth, lingering, his eyes closed.
“Happy anniversary, my love.” His face hovered an inch from hers, his breath minty.
Eight days had passed since the incident at the American Legion, six since Kara had ceased giving him the silent treatment. She hadn’t forgiven him, not completely. Rather, she ran out of the energy required to ignore a husband with whom she spent every moment of every day. Unlike at home, where she could retreat to her studio, slamming the door behind her, bicycle touring forced compromise, or at least a ceasefire. A tent was too small a battlefield for open hostilities.
She fought to stifle a yawn as a cowbell clanged in the distance. Closer, the sound of flags snapping in the morning breeze. The fairgrounds, she realized, recalling the colorful pennants atop the wash house. “Happy anniversary to you, too.” She reached between them, tugged at the zipper on her sleeping bag, and peeled the top flap back, an open invitation.
His eyes flickered with flirtatious excitement as he rolled onto his side, his hand on her belly. “I’ve got a surprise. Hurry up and get dressed.”
“Can’t it wait?” Kara grabbed his wrist and pulled him near. It had been too long.
He let out a faint groan, as if the temptation was a test of will against which he had taken an oath. “I’m already dressed. I got up early. But tonight …”