In the last year, Abby Bentley has failed out of college and lost her high school sweetheart. Unwilling to return home, Abby signs up to volunteer on an Australian farm, where she can hide away from her family and isolate to her heart’s desire. Best of all, no one will care about her past. Abby soon discovers she’ll be sharing most of her daylight hours--as well as a very small yurt--with the farm’s other volunteer: sexy, flirtatious Sage.
The more hours they spend together, the more conflicted Abby becomes. Torn between a growing attraction to Sage and faltering loyalty to her old boyfriend, Abby escapes to her refuge of writing letters she will never send. When Abby finally reveals her past, Sage’s secret about his future threatens their bond. With Abby running from her past and Sage trying to escape his future, can they build a relationship in the here and now?
Wander and Roam has received positive 5 star reviews since its release. It has a rating of 4.9 stars on Amazon. It is classified as a New Adult contemporary romance, which is one of the best-selling categories in 2013 and 2014. My novel has been professionally edited and proofread.
Our group walks down the long catwalk, posing for perfect photos in front of the Opera House. The guide moves from family to couple to solo traveler, snapping memories of their bravery. A wind gust catches me off guard, and I grip even tighter.
“Ouch!” Sage says, but he smiles at me. When I try to release his hand, he pulls me to him and holds me securely.
When he wraps his arms around me, my hesitation and fear fade away. Up here, it’s Sage and I and our sky-high adrenaline. My ground-level worries don’t even register. Sage’s embrace is so comforting, all I can think about it how I want more.
“Adventurous must be the new sexy,” he says as his lips caress mine.
“Don’t stop,” I plead.
We kiss—frantically at first, then slowly and sweetly. I barely notice the three wire cords digging into my back, the people around us, or the growing breeze. My attention’s entirely on Sage’s muscular arm, so firm beneath my hand, his warm body so snug against mine. His distracting lips, which haven’t stopped moving.
A bright flash of light interrupts our moment. “That will be a great photo. They’ll be available for purchase at the base for only $19.99.”
I open my eyes to find myself pressed against the side of the catwalk, between thin cords and Sage’s strong body.
“You can’t get more ‘now’ than that,” Sage whispers in my ear. “Abandoning your fears to the pleasures of the moment? Wicked hot.”
I carefully step to the middle of the catwalk, about a half-inch of movement. “So you weren’t afraid at all?”
“I had to learn to manage my fear a while ago.” Sage’s smile fades, and his entire face darkens. “Imagined fears are nothing compared to that.”
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Portuguese
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Letícia Pereira
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Maria Victoria Escuder
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