Welcome Deb Julienne and her steamy excerpt from the recently released multi-author anthology “Crashing Into Love“.
knew a plane crash would lead to romance? Hannah
Parks is a trauma nurse on her way to a symposium at the Sister Kenny
Rehabilitation Institute. She just started her bucket list and a plane crash
definitely isn’t on it. Oliver Lawson’s divorce is final and he’s looking to start
over. A tropical island, a gorgeous woman. Romance is one thing, getting there
as a result of a crash landing…who knew?
He made if about thirty yards into the foliage, calling out, “Where are you?”
“Don’t come any closer, it might bite me.” Her voice was shaking.
“What are you talking about? Where are you?” He searched everywhere listening for a clue to her whereabouts.
“I’m about ten yards to your right. I-I was popping a squat when it grabbed me.”
“You were what?” He went around a huge boulder and still didn’t see her.
“You know, shaking hands with my best mate.”
Oliver laughed at her use of the term.
“Stop laughing and tell me what to do? Hurry Oliver, I’m afraid to move.”
Oliver edged toward her voice, looking all around as he went, trying to figure out what she was talking about. Ever vigilant, he stepped cautiously as he moved closer.
“Say something.” He was getting closer.
“I’m over here.”
Oliver stopped where he was. His gaze fused with Hannah’s. She stood frozen in place. A fifteen foot python used its heat sensors along its jaw to check her out. He was well aware of their poor eyesight. It was a perfect specimen, with its beautiful dark brown and gold patterned skin, although somehow he didn’t think Hannah would share his love of snakes. It wasn’t squeezing her. He scanned the ground for a branch or stick he could use to free her before the thing decided it was hungry for her.
Stepping carefully, he edged closer. “When I get to you I’m going to use the stick I have to gently move it away from your stomach. You’re going to have to move slowly away from it. Luckily, it isn’t coiled around you. It’s playing with you. ”
“Playing my ass—how can you say that? I’m freaking out.” Her face was drained of all color.
He inched the last few steps. “No you’re not. You’re doing great. Remaining calm is the right thing to do. Just don’t make any abrupt movements. I’m almost there.”
He could see she was shaking. He had to move now. “Okay, now when you feel the weight of the snake move off you, step forward slowly and just keep walking toward the beach, I’ll be right behind you.”
“Oliver, I’m scared.” Her lips trembled.
“Don’t be. Almost there.” He raised the branch, it was as big around as a woman’s forearm and tucked it under the snake’s jaw, steering the head away from Hannah. When the head was about two feet from Hannah he whispered, “Now. Go!”
Hannah took three cautious steps then bolted, shoving her way through the foliage as fast as she could.
He moved the snake to the left and it slithered up the tree. He dropped the branch and ran after Hannah.
He barely broke through the jungle to the beach when she launched herself into his arms. “My plan worked. Glad the snake cooperated.”
“I’ve never been so scared. That was worse than the plane crash. I was trying to go to the bathroom before you came back, and it never entered my mind to keep an eye out for snakes. I barely managed to get my underwear up when it grabbed me.” Hannah shivered.
Oliver couldn’t stop laughing. She rambled like nitwit and shook something fierce. He did the only thing he could think of. He kissed her.
Hannah melted into his arms. He moved her away from the jungle walking her straight towards the surf. They didn’t stop until they were waist deep.
“Thank you.” Hannah stroked his cheek.
“For what? I should thank you for giving me the excuse to play your hero.”
Hannah kissed him again. Lost in her delicious kisses, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. He squeezed her ass cheek. Her arms wrapped around his neck pulling her closer still.
Out of nowhere, a big wave slammed over the tops of their heads, knocking them to the ground, sending them body surfing onto the shore. Hannah’s lips never left his mouth. They lay in the surf, reminding him of the scene in the old movie with the couple necking as the waves surrounded their bodies.
It was the hottest kiss of his life.
runs more along the lines of a slap-stick comedy; when life tosses you lemons
the only thing to do is to turn it into Limoncello. Deb’s dream of being
published came true with the release of her first book, SEX, LIES, AND BEAUTY
AIDS, a romantic comedy, in March of 2014.
local RWA Chapter, the Sacramento Valley Roses, she fills the hours she’s not
writing romantic comedy and romantic suspense with her day job at a Silicon
Valley Corporation and playing in the kitchen concocting her award-winning
jams, jellies, preserves, and sauces (with alcohol of course). She resides in
her own little bit of heaven in the Sierra Tahoe National Forest Basin, with her
husband of 33 years, their three sons and one daughter, and two very precious