Portland, Oregon 1946
War widow Chloe Kent is an overcast version of her former self. She has resigned to a lonely fate as a single mom, her heart guarded against vulnerability. Anti-social, her only friend in the world is her nagging baby sister who presses for her to move on with her life. She can’t hide in her room forever, so she accepts the invitation to dinner with a blind date and thinks to be done with it. Since nothing is ever so simple, she begins falling for him. When his past comes knocking, she fears losing love a second time might make her swear it off forever.
Realtor Robert McKenna has returned to his hometown recently dumped and with a new perspective. Love may not have worked out for him the first time but it might the next. Always an optimist, he wonders what’s drawn him to the widow who rarely smiles. He makes it a mission to become more than just her friend. But when his charms aren’t enough to get him past her defenses, he contemplates giving up on the woman who fulfills him.
Can they make it to love in time to save one another?
Vintage Hearts is a new 1940’s romance series set in the Pacific Northwest region of the United States.
Targeted Audience: 1940’s historical romance readers who like minimal to medium heat.
Mari is a lifetime lover of books and writing. Romance, fantasy, and mystery are her favorite genres to read. She writes historical romance set in the early mid-20th century and fantasy romance tales in her make-believe worlds. The Alaskan wilderness is her home where adventures are plenty and nature keeps the muse happy. To learn more about her work, please visit www.marioliver.com.
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
I really love vintage fashion, history, movies and books, plus I’ve had this idea in my head for a while.
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Robert made her feel so vulnerable, but she was getting used to it. His hand pressed tenderly against the base of her neck, sending sensitive shivers across her skin. She felt her breath become heavy as he touched her. It felt so good to be in his arms this way, safe, protected, present. He kissed the top of her head first, and his other hand slid down her waist.
“Let me distract you from your worries,” he whispered. “My sweet lady.”
His thumb pressed lightly into her lip, and he kissed her mouth with a hunger finally satisfied. A whimper caught at the back of her throat, as she had no idea how much she’d actually wanted this. She ran her fingers through his hair, and he reciprocated with his own touch firmly upon her hips. She pressed into him but he pulled away, a playful grin teasing her yearning gaze.
“I think that’s good for now.” He slid his thumb across her cheek. “Before something bad happens.”
“Oh, no, you don’t.” She bit down on her lip. “You kiss me again right now.”
And so he did.