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About the author:
Melanie Bennett is a Canadian Author, addicted to heartfelt Romance. She is fascinated with the elusive, obscure magical moments when new love first ignites.
Her extreme love of books, literature, and reading opened an exciting path to writing. Melanie's romantic tales weave her plots to revolve around family drama, a hint of faith and undeniable love with a storyteller style threaded with aspects of life that touch us all.
While Melanie enjoys writing, which is the perfect outlet for her over-active imagination, reading, landscaping, and music, the family is her everything.
She has fan love for BBC's North and South, Game of Thrones and Outlander.
Melanie is currently finishing the Passion series.
Melanie believes Love always has a plan and that it may find you with a purpose in mind. She believes that when Soul Mates finally find one another, that there is no Heaven, nor no Hell that can keep them apart.
Melanie strives to have her Romance books reflect a balance of everything that makes for a great love story.
Her books are available at all digital stores.
Here is a short sample from the book:
A slight young woman slammed her car door with infuriating force. Her temper simmered and threatened to bubble. Frustrated, she kicked the tire. It had been the third time in a month her old Jeep had refused to start. She exhaled an exasperated sigh. Her gaze swung to the horizon and her mouth tugged downward with irritation. Thunder rumbled wickedly and loomed in the distance. This sporadic, ominous occurrence was common in Port Darrin during mid-autumn. She loved the season. She loved the storms with their wild winds and lightening. On this day however, not so much.
Twenty-one-year-old, Megan O’Dwyer, stomped to the small garden shed at the rear of her childhood home. She had no choice but to ride the clunky old bicycle that had always been kept inside. Its red paint had dulled with age and rust spotted the once shiny chrome. Its luster, all but faded too. She frowned from the similarities and shrugged with acceptance, as she could relate. At least the tires weren’t flat, she thought.
It had also been a while since she had felt that she shone. Perhaps, a thousand days since she had felt pretty or even beautiful. Stupid things that had been somewhat important to her at one time, didn’t matter anymore. Megan was comfortable with being faded. When everything else seemed difficult and challenging, at least that was easy. She well knew what was important and being a volunteer clothes rack for designer names, wasn’t her cup of tea or mug of beer.