
She’s his last.
Publisher:
Black Lyon PublishingRelease Date:
May 8, 2009Length:
192 pagesPaperback ISBN:
9781934912164Visit the Author's website
www.thommalyngrindstaff.comVisit the Publisher's website
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Free spirit Aphra Porter never thought Isaac Lightfoot would remember the letter she wrote to him years before. But by some miracle, he does. Now a successful Web site designer in her thirties, Aphra meets the man whose writing talents she’s always idolized"an encounter that leaves her spinning. No longer is Isaac a distant image, but a flesh and blood man who looks at her like no one has looked at her before.
A critically acclaimed author and Vietnam war hero, Isaac is one tough bear of a man. Faced with the physical and emotional scars of war, a relationship with a daunting age difference, and an ex-wife bent on tearing Aphra from his life, he’s about to learn that leaving the past behind and building a new life can be the toughest battle of all.
REVIEW
"Thomma Grindstaff's work is more slowly paced and introspective than much in the way of today's romances, yet the many layers of depth here have appeal. The story is plausible, and the characters' interaction and growth is both plausible and pleasurable. Grindstaff's work offers a certain insightful, even visceral understanding of the human heart."
Reviewed by: Long & Short Romance Reviews
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EXCERPT
He bent down, his bearded visage supplanting the face of the moon. From horizon to horizon, everything was Isaac. He nudged Aphra’s chin upward, and his lips brushed hers. Who moved away, she or Isaac? It didn’t matter, though, because their lips reconnected in an instant, and this time, neither of them moved away. She dropped her mail and her keys. They kissed cautiously, their fingertips barely touching, afraid of what they might unleash. Perhaps they had plenty of reason to be afraid: Aphra was trembling, and her blood surged with tsunamic force. When, following an interlude of timelessness, Isaac drew away from Aphra’s parted lips and feathered kisses on their corners, on her forehead, and on her cheeks, she knew that she was lost, that there was no resolve, that there was no control.
There was only feeling. There was only Isaac.
From horizon to horizon.
Heaven, Elysium, Mount Olympus help her.

