Finding Jordie
Jordan Spagnato Series-Book
1
By H.J. Harley
Synopsis
A widow of eight years, Jordie is devoted
to her daughter and knows how to protect her own heart... until Nathan Harper
lends a hand when she's punched by a drunkard being forcefully removed from her
NYC East Village bar.
Nathan is fascinated by the sassy bar
owner, who doesn't recognize him from the Silver Screen and who appears more
interested in conversation than sex.
But when shared words spark mutual passion,
the menacing phone calls begin, and a stalker, who will stop at nothing to have
Jordie, turns his crosshairs on Nathan.
Amazon
/ Barnes
and Noble / iTunes
Excerpt
“Fuck!” I blurted out as I reached my
steps. Nathan was perched there halfway up and, my Lord, he was looking fine.
“Is that a statement or a request?” He
grinned mischievously at me, a grin that touched those amazing blue eyes.
Oh shit, he’s here … on my front porch. My
heart slammed into my throat and I was pretty sure I had lost the ability to
form a coherent sentence.
“Hi?” was all I could manage to say. What
was he doing here at three A.M.?
“I wanted to make sure you made it home
safely,” he said, as if answering my silent question.
“Nut. Job,” I mouthed slowly to him.
He laughed, unveiling that beautiful,
perfect, white-toothed smile that made his eyes even brighter. Then it
happened. With that one smile, I surrendered to whatever it was inside of me I
was fighting. I could no longer worry about how this story would end when
all I wanted to do was start it. I walked past him. “Want to come up for a beer
or something?” I unlocked the door and waited for the impact of the rejection.
“Or something.”
I could hear the smirk in his tone.
“Is that a statement or a request?” Ugh,
what are you doing? Is this flirting? I silently sighed. Rachel had never been
more correct — it had been too long. “Lock the door behind you, please.” I
started the two-flight journey to my apartment. We reached my door, and I took
a deep breath while I unlocked it. We walked in and I tossed my crap on the
table as usual. He closed the door, and I heard the click of the lock.
“Want some breakfast?” I asked him, walking
past the large sectional in my living room into the kitchen. Nathan followed
but stopped in the dining room and took a quick glance around my place as he
leaned against the wall.
“Assuming I will be here
for breakfast?” he asked in a sultry voice full of humor. Flushed, I
popped my head out from behind the fridge door. “Smart ass, I meant now. I’m
starving. Yes or no?”
“Sure.” He got dimples when he smiled.
“Can you make some coffee?” I pointed to
the pantry closet door.
“Yes, ma’am.” He stepped into the pantry.
“Pop Tarts? You eat Pop Tarts?” His muffled words became clearer as he walked
out, holding coffee in one hand and a box of Pop Tarts in the other. He closed
the door with his foot.
“I enjoy a good Pop Tart.” I pouted,
crinkling my eyebrows.
“Seriously? Strawberry? I thought you said
you enjoyed a good Pop Tart.” He eyed me suspiciously.
“Shut up — it’s the sprinkles. They make me
happy.” I quickly looked back down to the pan, trying not to stare at his
amazing blue eyes.
“Do you know what these are made of?” He
sounded appalled, as if I were eating a cockroach instead of an artificial
pastry.
“No, please enlighten me.” I noticed my
cheeks hurt because I had been smiling for the past five minutes.
“All right, sassy pants, I will.” He was
attempting to be serious, but began to laugh while he poured water into the
coffee maker.
“C’mon educate me, I need a good schooling,
and have you ever made coffee before?” I playfully grabbed the coffee from his
hands, swiftly dumped four scoops into the top of the machine, closed the lid,
and pressed the start button.
“Impressive.” He hopped onto the counter holding
the box of Pop Tarts again, watching me. “It’s a sugar coma is what it is. I
can’t explain it. I just know anything that has a shelf life of fourteen years
and is still edible after a nuclear winter can’t be good for you.” He held his
head high and tightened his lips as if he was triumphant in convincing me.
I stared blankly at him, trying my
damnedest not to laugh, but the corners of my mouth betrayed me as they
tightened. We both burst out in laughter.
“Really? That’s all you got?” I snatched
the box from his hands and put it back on the counter. “Like I said, it’s all
about the sprinkles, so if there is in fact a nuclear winter, at least I’ll be
happy.” I tossed him a loaf of bread.
“Can you make toast?”
“Can I make toast?” He hopped off the
counter. “Of course I can make
toast.”
When I turned to look at him he was
standing at the toaster with a confused look on his face.
“You’re kidding me, right?”
My mouth popped open wide in shock and he
laughed.
“Gotcha.” He winked, pushing down the
lever.
Oh my, no no no. I won’t survive this night
if he keeps shit like that up.
Author Bio:
I grew up in Bricktown New Jersey, less than an hour away from
New York City. As a teenager and my early twenties, I loved hanging out in the
glamor of NYC. I was a "City Brat" so it was pretty hard for me when
I packed up all my crap and three cats in 2005, for a life changing road trip
and moved to California. I travelled around the country until I met my other
half in 2005.
After serving twelve years in the Air
Force, the man of my dreams ended his military career and we moved to Georgia
six years ago. Since then, we've settled down in Leesburg GA, and had our first
child.
No place has ever come close to replacing
the magic of New York City in my mind. So when I decided to try this romance
writing gig out, naturally I set my first book, ‘Finding Jordie’ there.
I enjoy reading, and spending time
with my family. Reality shows are my guilty pleasure. I'm a sucker for romantic
comedies and Robert Pattinson. I am a pro at goofing off,
I talk with my hands, (I'm Italian!) I drink way too much coffee,
and get too little sleep. Oh, and I have a thing for Jackie-O sized
sunglasses. I have four furry kids and most importantly, I have a
beautiful daughter. I'm always striving to be the best Mom possible.
I'm
very passionate about the things I love, that's
why I was outraged when they cancelled SMASH and Southland! It should be
considered to be a small miracle if you ever get to see a serious or pic of me
posing all nice and pretty...yeah, I'm not that girl. I'm a
spontaneous goof and believe the best things in life come naturally. Yes,
that includes random no make-up selfies during a 2:00a.m. writing marathon.
Giveaway
H.J. is giving away 3 signed copies of Finding Nathan
and 3-e-copies of Finding Jordie.
No comments:
Post a Comment