Chocolate Giveaway Day 3 + Snow-Kissed Excerpt

Chocolate Giveaway Day 3 + Snow-Kissed Excerpt

Winner of today’s chocolate cup is Robin W! And more chances to win, just like, share, comment. (And of course, we still have that grand prize of chocolate at the end!)

Today I am featuring MYSELF. Yes, indeed, oddly narcissistic of me, but I’m using alphabetical order for the authors in the anthology.

Before I share the excerpt of SNOW-KISSED (in the YOU HAD ME AT CHRISTMAS anthology), can I just share this utterly lovely excerpt from The Romance Dish’s review of it the other day?

“An exquisitely written, heart-wrenching tale of love, loss, grief, hope, forgiveness, healing, and reconciliation. It’s one of the best, if not the best, second-chance love stories I’ve ever read. I was held spellbound by the imagery, the language, the fragility of these characters, the deep anger and feelings of helplessness, the tenuous hope as they cautiously reach out to one another, the gentle care and sensuous desire. The intimacy and emotional depth of this story is incredible. I didn’t so much read it as I absorbed it at a gut level. It was as if I knew these characters, knew their pain, their anguish, and ached with them. In my opinion, “Snow-Kissed” is as close to perfection as a story can get. It has my highest recommendation.” — The Romance Dish

I’m deeply honored by such a lovely tribute to this story. Thank you so much.

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Excerpt of SNOW-KISSED, copyright 2013, Laura Florand

The snow fell over the black granite counter in a soft hush of white.

Kai focused on the sieve she shook as she brought a winter of sugar to the dark world, letting the powder slide across her thoughts the way snow on a falling night would, taking all with it, even her, leaving only peace.

That peace lay so cold. She had almost forgotten how cold she felt, until he showed up.

The man who, once upon a time, had always made her so warm and happy.

“I don’t think they’re coming,” the man said finally, and she swallowed. It was funny how her whole body ached at his voice. As if her skin had gotten unused to his vibrations running over it. As if she needed to develop tiny calluses at the base of every hair follicle so that those hairs would not want to shiver.

1 Comment
  • I’m in the Rocky Mountains and we usually get our first snowfall just around Thanksgiving.

    October 20, 2016 at 4:41 pm

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