Title: Share the Moon
Genre:
Contemporary Romance
Publisher:
Kensington Books/Lyrical Press
Number
of Pages: 285
Release
Date: August 4, 2014
Blurb:
"Heart-tugging
small town romance with real emotion.
Struth is an author to watch!"
—Laura Drake, author of RITA-award winning The Sweet Spot
Sometimes trust is the
toughest lesson to learn.
Sophie
Shaw is days away from signing a contract that will fulfill her dream of owning
a vineyard. For her, it’s a chance to restart her life and put past tragedies
to rest. But Duncan Jamieson’s counter offer blows hers out to sea.
Duncan
still finds Sophie as appealing as he had during boyhood vacations to the lake.
Older and wiser now, he has his own reasons for wanting the land. His offer,
however, hinges on a zoning change approval.
Bribery
rumors threaten the deal and make Sophie wary of Duncan, yet she cannot deny
his appeal. When her journalistic research uncovers a Jamieson family secret,
trust becomes the hardest lesson for them both.
Sharon Struth is an award-winning
author who believes it’s never too late for a second chance in love or life.
When she’s not writing, she and her husband happily sip their way through the
scenic towns of the Connecticut Wine Trail. Sharon writes from the small town
of Bethel, Connecticut, the friendliest place she’s ever lived. For more
information, including where to find her other novels and published essays,
please visit her at www.sharonstruth.com
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Excerpts
(Please choose one)
Excerpt
#1
Thud!
Air whooshed from Sophie’s lungs. Pain
coursed through her shoulder blades, neck, and spine. The ground’s chilly
dampness seeped into her cotton khaki pants, raising goose bumps on her skin.
Seconds passed without breath before she managed to swallow a gulp.
Lying flat on her back, she stared at
the cornflower blue sky and spotted a chalky slice of the moon. The night Henry
died, a similar crescent had hung from the heavens, barely visible nestled
among the glittering stars. She prepared for the scrape that threatened to tear
the gouge of her scarred heart. Seven years. Seven painful years. She closed
her eyes and after a few seconds, the weight of sadness lifted off her chest.
Tears gathered along her lower lashes.
She pushed a strand of unruly long hair from her face. Footsteps crunched on
the ice pellets and headed her way.
“Matthew Shaw…” Fury pooled in her jaw
as she resisted the urge to yell at her son. “You’d better have a good excuse
for taking so long.”
A man with cinnamon hair, short on the
sides with gentle waves on top, knelt at her side. She studied the strong
outline of his cheeks and the slight bump on the bridge of his angular nose
that gave him a rugged touch, but he wasn’t familiar.
“Are you okay?” He searched her face.
The stranger hovered above. Tall
treetops, clinging to the last of their earth-toned foliage, served as a
backdrop to her view. A vertical crease separated his sandy brows.
She couldn’t pry herself from his vivid
blue eyes, in part stunned from the fall, but also by her first responder.
Excerpt #2
“Manhattan.”
Sophie adjusted her crooked scarf.
“Living here will be a big change.”
“I know. I’ve always loved this place,
though.” Duncan reached out and tenderly brushed a leaf off Sophie’s shoulder.
His gaze flowed down her body like a slow trickle
of water.
An unexpected burn raced up her cheeks.
He lifted his brows. “Hey, I never knew
the lake went by another name. The town website said the original name came
from an old Native American word.”
She nodded. “Puttacawmaumschuckmaug
Lake.” The long name rolled off her tongue with ease, the pronunciation a rite
of passage for anyone born and raised around the body of water. “It either
means ‘at the large fishing place near the rock’ or ‘huge rock on the border.’”
“What?” He chuckled. “Puttamaum…”
She shook her head and repeated the
difficult word. “Puttacawsch—”
“Nope. It’s a toughie. That’s why a
reporter who visited here at the turn of the century suggested in his column we
change the name. He said the water’s beauty was as rare as a blue moon, and the
phrase stuck.”
He grinned, easy and confident. “My
kids will love this place.”
Kids? Sophie buried her disappointment.
“Are you and your wife looking at the other towns bordering the water?”
“No. I like Northbridge. Oh, and I’m
not married,” he said matter-of-factly. His gaze arm-twisted her for a
response.
Excerpt #3
Sophie glanced toward his desk, where
Duncan remained wrapped up in his phone call.
The top button of his crisp white shirt
was undone, visible beneath a loosened red power tie. Cuffed sleeves, folded
neatly to below his elbow, revealed strong forearms. He lifted his gaze over
the rims of his glasses. She froze.
“Hold on, Kevin.” He covered the
mouthpiece. “Please. Have a seat.”
“Sorry.” Duncan returned to his call.
“We’ll have to wrap this up. My appointment arrived. Anything else we need to
discuss?”
He’d requested her for this interview
but didn’t seem happy she actually showed up. Did he have another reason, like
to retaliate for the parking lot outburst?
She approached an expensive-looking
leather sofa and removed a tape recorder, pad, and pen to a teak coffee table
but, on principle, refused to sit. Jay often remarked how he hated her
passive-aggressive behavior. The reality of his observation came to full light
with this situation.
An end table held a picture of Duncan
with a pretty, dark-haired woman huddled close to two children, the backdrop
some European city. Meg had said his wife passed away. Had she suffered a long
illness like Sophie’s mother or was her death sudden?
“Not again?” Duncan sounded annoyed.
“You’re right. Okay. I’ll send Carl this time.”
She lifted the photograph. The teenage
girl appeared in her early teens and had the cute nose of the woman and her
dark hair. The young boy had Duncan’s features, with brighter cinnamon hair and
freckles around his nose.
The room’s silence suddenly screamed.
Sophie glanced over, afraid Duncan’s angry scowl would have returned. Instead,
he studied her with a softened stare. His thoughtful gaze appraised her legs,
paused midway then inched the remainder of her torso with a smooth caress. He stopped
at her face and those damn crystal eyes pinned hers in place. Sophie’s breath
hitched.
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