Critters at the Keyboard
RETURN TO AUDUBON SPRINGS
BY ROSEANN DEFRANCO
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When Emma Grant returns to her family's Audubon Springs beach house to fulfill the stipulations of her father's will, she has every intention of forcing her former lover out of the house for good. She's never fit into her wealthy family and would prefer avoiding her past, but with her brother threatening to reveal her young daughter, she has no choice. Rafe Iuliano has other plans. The wealthy Grants tried to bribe him out of Emma's life years ago, but he's determined to prove once and for all that a master carpenter is worthy of Emma and the house. Their ridiculous and steamy battle for the house reignites the love and passion that bloomed between them years ago. But when Rafe discovers she's kept their daughter a secret for two years, can he overcome anger and pride to claim his family and the love of his life, or will the deception drive a final wedge between them?
“It’s good to see you too, Emma.” Rafe smiled. A flash of dimples tugged on her memory and heart. “Is falling into men’s flower beds a habit or should I feel special?”
“As it happens, I don’t see this as your flower bed, but rather my own.”
Covered in dirt, Emma feasted her eyes on Rafe. She didn’t try to stand. Instead she pushed her hands further into the sticky mulch, needing something to hold on to, momentarily thankful to be on solid ground. She licked her lips. He looked good. “Finally here to claim what’s yours?”
“Are you going to help me up or not?” Rafe took a deep breath, and reached out
a hand. When they touched, the same powerful jolt of electricity that used to
exist between them ran up her arm and straight to her heart. He pulled harder
than necessary and Emma slammed into his chest. She took a quick step back,
needing space, and almost landed in the garden again. Rafe held on and steadied
“Whoa, easy. I don’t think the shrubs can take anymore.” Her stomach twitched at the sound of his voice, so close it resonated in her ear and vibrated down her spine. His scent, masculine and fresh from-a-shower-clean, mesmerized her. He surrounded her even though he only stood in front of her, balancing her.
“Let go of me,” she whispered. He complied by raising his hands, palms out, in the air as if they’d been burned. His heat lingered on her skin, and she ached with the loss of his touch. Emma went to work brushing the gritty mulch from her shaking hands.
“You always were a bit clumsy, huh, Ems?”
She snapped her head up, and her eyes
landed on his playful grin.
The Author's idea writing space
Hello and thank you for having me as a guest at Critters at the Keyboard! Today I have been asked to describe my ideal writing space. It could be old man winter has me down and feeling rather like a shut-in, but honestly when I think of my ideal writing space, I think of Emma and Rafe’s ocean side home in my fictional town, Audubon Springs. The town is a fictionalized version of my personal favorite Jersey shore town, Spring Lake. The house itself is a mix of two homes you’d find on pristine Ocean Ave. The homes are lovely sprawling Victorians with large covered porches and amazing views of the ocean.
So what does the ideal space within the home look like? The office is on the second story of the house with a set of French doors leading to a porch that boasts a white wraparound railing. This setting affords me the opportunity to work indoors with the doors flung open wide, the long white curtains billowing in the wind, carrying the fresh scent of the sea into the room for inspiration. Outside on the porch, I’d have a chaise lounge for when I take a break to read, or from where I can work on my printed edits. The porch would also have a table with chairs so I could sit and have a meal while jotting down notes for my current work in progress. The sights from the porch, that of the ocean and nature, and knowing my family was close by within the home…that is my ideal setting in which to write.