Angela’s Kiss
by Kate Hill
Romance
Blurb:
Christmas Eve, 1967. Two strangers united by mutual loss find the love they’ve been searching for.
After surviving captivity in a Vietnam prison camp, Master Sergeant Abraham Marley Fiske longs more than ever for a loving family life, but he doesn’t believe it’s in his future. Then a promise to a deceased friend sends him to the woman who can make his dream come true.
Since her brother was killed in Vietnam, Angela Franco has been caring for her young niece. She never expected to fall in love with her brother’s best friend, but when she meets Abe, she can’t ignore her feelings for him. Having lost her brother, will she now risk her heart by planning a future with Abe?
Note: Angela’s Kiss was previously published as His Sister’s Kiss. This is a re-edited version and contains additional scenes.
Excerpt:
No sooner had Angela placed the basket of sliced bread and butter on the table than the doorbell rang.
“I’ll get it!” Polly shouted, racing ahead of her aunt and pausing in front of the door. “Who’s there?”
“It’s Abe.”
Polly tugged open the door.
Angela grinned at the sight of the towering Master Sergeant carrying two boxes wrapped in red and green paper.
“Abe, you shouldn’t have,” Angela said, glancing at the gifts he handed to Polly.
Shrugging, he met her gaze. A shiver ran down her spine. She told herself it was from the cold, but would the cold make her tingle and buzz in places that made her blush?
“Come in and sit. Dinner’s ready.” Angela glanced at him over her shoulder. “I hope you like macaroni.”
“When it comes to food, I like just about everything, but I must say, Angela, your cooking smells especially good.”
“I hope it doesn’t disappoint you.”
“It would be hard for anything about you to be disappointing.” He held her gaze and looked almost sheepish before adding, “Ma’am.”
Angela’s pulse skipped. This man liked her. She was sure of it. Not just any like. This was the deep-down, giddy, I’m-thinking-of-the-wedding-night kind of like she’d always dreamed about. Knowing this excited her so much that she was even willing to overlook him calling her ma’am again.
Drawing a deep breath, she took the food from the oven and told herself to get a grip on her emotions. Her brother was dead. This was his best friend who had come to offer some comfort. Maybe her mother was right. She was a dreamer getting desperate with longing for the impossible relationship she’d imagined.
The first chapter of this free serial is available to read at Kate’s Reading Space.
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I’m enjoying this especially with the ma’am slipped in. He’s a charmer.
You’ve done a beautiful job of capturing that frisson of the beginning of a relationship.
Lovely scene, I sense ‘comfort’ is going to become something much stronger!
I like the new name much better. I imagine the other one would give quite a different impression. ;o