eyes, and Ginger grinned back at him, her sweet lips tilting up in a smile.
“How long do you think we have?” he asked, stalking her a step at a time.
“Cain . . .”
Her voice held a warning, but her feet were already backing up toward the bedroom, her brown eyes sparkling.
“I mean, at least a few minutes, right?” he asked, following her lead. “And it is your birthday, princess. Anythin’ special I can do for you?”
“We’ll miss the cake,” she said, giggling as she fell back onto the bed, her eyes beckoning him to join her.
“You’re sweeter’n cake,” he said, straddling her hips as he cradled her face in his hands, leaning closer and closer to kiss her, “my lionhearted woman.”
THE END
A Letter to My Readers
Dear Reader,
Thank you so much for reading Ginger’s Heart. I hope you enjoyed reading about Ginger McHuid’s journey to true and everlasting love!
I had always intended that Woodman and Cain enter the military, and the choice to make them damage controlmen came from the belief that it was one of the many Navy careers that could segue organically into small-town employment at a local fire department. Every small town has a local fire department, right? Right. Stay with me here.
One day in December 2015, as I was researching the DC rating on the Internet, I came across the story of Nathan Bruckenthal. Bruckenthal, who served as a DC in the U.S. Coast Guard, died in the Persian Gulf in 2004, and was the first Coast Guardsman killed in action since the Vietnam War. At the time of his death, Bruckenthal was finishing his second tour in Iraq, looking forward to returning home to his pregnant wife and meeting his first child. Tragically he was deprived of that homecoming.
As I opened up another web page on Bruckenthal, I was shocked to learn that he actually (cue wide eyes and loud gasp) grew up in my hometown of Ridgefield, Connecticut and served for two years in our volunteer fire department. It was a breath-catching surprise to learn that the man I was researching had served not only in our U.S. military, but had also served as a firefighter in the town that I love and call home.
In honor of Nathan Bruckenthal’s sacrifice, and in profound thanks for his service, both at home and abroad, I am proud to announce that 25% of the net profits of e-book sales of Ginger’s Heart will be donated to the Ridgefield, Connecticut, Volunteer Fire Department for all sales in March and April 2016.
From the bottom of my heart, I thank you, dear reader, for your purchase.
Turn the page for a sneak peek at THE VIXEN AND THE VET!
(Excerpt from The Vixen and the Vet by Katy Regnery. All rights reserved)
CHAPTER 1
“Savannah Calhoun Carmichael, are you even listenin’ to me?”
Savannah’s sister Scarlet sat in the porch swing on the veranda of their parent’s Victorian house giving her older sister an exasperated look. With her lips pursed, they were a perfect match to the bright red geraniums that hung cheerfully over her head. Savannah may have gotten more of the brains, but Scarlet had certainly gotten more of the beauty.
“Yes,” Savannah sighed, adjusting her perch on the porch railing and glancing at the thick, glossy bridal magazine that Scarlet anchored in both hands. She dutifully repeated the information that Scarlet had just shared with her. “‘The twelve most important milestones in any relationship: one, the first time you sit in comfortable silence; two, the first time you realize you enjoy his company more than anyone else’s, three . . . ’”
Scarlet raised her eyebrows in challenge, and Savannah chuckled. “Okay. I admit it. You lost me at three.”
“Savannah, you’re impossible. This is important information. Doesn’t it bother you that your little sister’s walking down the aisle before you?”
Savannah, who was an ancient twenty-six to her sister’s adorable twenty-two, cocked her head to the side,