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Elizabeth Rose
Elizabeth Rose
Author of:
Doubting
Thomas
The Taylor Twelve are sons of a preacher but far from saints. Matter of fact, they are nothing but trouble.
Thomas Taylor is a single father of six boys, accused of his late second-wife’s murder. He doesn’t really remember what happened that night, because he’d drank too much. But he does know he never should have married the no-good woman hoping for a mother for his children after his first wife died, leaving him to raise them on his own.
Angel Dimitri is a social worker, come to vacation on Thunder Lake and also to make an unofficial visit to a man who the townsfolk say is an unfit father. Angel sees the rustic way in which Thomas lives and raises his children, but also sees a man who would never abuse a child but torture himself instead.
When he is about to lose his children and she feels it is her fault, she steps in to do something so crazy that she starts doubting herself instead of Doubting Thomas.
Thomas Taylor is a single father of six boys, accused of his late second-wife’s murder. He doesn’t really remember what happened that night, because he’d drank too much. But he does know he never should have married the no-good woman hoping for a mother for his children after his first wife died, leaving him to raise them on his own.
Angel Dimitri is a social worker, come to vacation on Thunder Lake and also to make an unofficial visit to a man who the townsfolk say is an unfit father. Angel sees the rustic way in which Thomas lives and raises his children, but also sees a man who would never abuse a child but torture himself instead.
When he is about to lose his children and she feels it is her fault, she steps in to do something so crazy that she starts doubting herself instead of Doubting Thomas.
Angel watched in horror from the tree house
as Thomas Taylor risked his life to save her. The dogs were barking and
growling, hair standing up on their backs. If she wasn’t mistaken, foam dripped
from their mouths. The things could be rabid, yet Thomas stood there,
weaponless, not even picking up a stick or a stone to defend himself.
The dogs encircled him, but he didn’t move.
He didn’t take his eyes off them for a second. She wanted to call out to him,
but didn’t. If she was to distract him now, it could be deadly. Instead, she
closed her eyes and prayed.
The animals went suddenly silent. She opened
her eyes and looked past the branches of the tree. They were gone. So was
Thomas. She looked out over the far edge of the tree house, and when she’d
turned back he was standing next to her, his large body slightly bent under the
low roof.
“That wasn’t a smart thing to do, running
from those dogs. Never show fear.”
Angel’s heart pumped furiously inside her
chest. She shouldn’t show fear toward him either. She struggled to regain her
breath to answer.
“Easy for you to say. You should have used
that gun of yours to shoot them. Those dogs are dangerous and should be
removed.”
“Some people say the same about me, Ms.
DeMitri. Guns aren’t the answer. Those dogs don’t deserve to die any more than
you do.”
“Is that why you didn’t hit them with a rock
or branch?”
He looked at her through squinted perusing
dark eyes, and she suddenly felt cramped in the small tree house cabin. His
large body filled most of it. His presence was powerful and domineering.
“Hunting season for dogs isn’t until next month.”
He sounded so serious that for a moment she almost believed him.
“Mr. Taylor, I’m sorry we got off to such a
bad start. I’d like to start over if we can.”
“Wouldn’t we all?” he mumbled, and she had a
feeling his words weren’t talking about their meeting, but another part of his
life.
“I apologize for using your road last night.
I was lost. And I really want to apologize for almost hitting your son.”
He didn’t say anything, so she continued.
“It was dark, and he was in the middle of
the road. I didn’t expect to see a seven-year-old in the middle of the road at
midnight and – ”
“Six.”
She stopped and looked up at him
quizzically. “Pardon me?”
“Elijah’s six, not seven.”
“I see.”
He’d gone to extremes to correct her, but
never even acknowledged her apology. Before she could continue, he was heading
down the wooden ladder nailed to the tree. She scrambled after him.
“I’d like to make it up to you.”
“That’s not necessary.”
“No, really, I insist.” In her hurry, her
foot slipped on a rung. He was there to steady her and help her to the ground.
His hands lingered on her waist. Or was it only her imagination? Her eyes
traveled up his arms and settled on the Celtic cross on a chain around his
neck. She hadn’t even noticed it before. Her eyes met his, and in their dark
depths she could see hope, fear, determination and care. Also, something else
she couldn’t quite decipher.
She studied his face for a second, and
noticed he was doing the same to her. His features were hard, his mouth set
firm. His nose was straight, his brows thick. Thick stubble shaped his lower
face, and his dark hair was unkempt, shooting out in several directions, and
falling nearly to the neckline of his white tee-shirt. And to her surprise, he
had a small gold hoop earring hanging from one ear.
He was rugged, but handsome. He emitted a
sense of danger and pride, yet a hint of gentle sadness reflected within his
eyes. His hands were large, his arms muscled and sturdy. She was sure he did
some sort of manual labor, and quite often, to be so physically fit.
A small rush of heat from his hands on her
waist traveled all the way to her face. Something flashed in those dark eyes of
his, and for a moment, she’d almost thought he’d felt the same attraction she’d
felt. Then, he removed his hands from her waist, and stuck them in the front
pockets of his jeans. That soft caring look she’d glimpsed in his eyes was
gone, and the hard, cool edge returned.
Elizabeth
Rose is the author of medieval, paranormal, fantasy western, and contemporary
novels. While based on romance, her novels have complex plots, action and
suspense. She loves writing bad boy tortured heroes and empowered feisty
heroines.
Her
books have won rave reviews, and have been seen on The History Channel as well
as Wild Chicago. She has been a Sapphire Award finalist, and been nominated by
Romantic Times for a Reviewer’s Choice Award.
She
is also a freelance artist and photographer, and has designed all her own
e-book covers.
She
has several single title novels, short stories, and her series that consist of:
The
Legacy of the Blade Series
Elemental
Series
Greek
Myth Fantasy Series
Daughters
of the Dagger Series
Madman
MacKeefe Series
Cowboys
of the Old West Series
Tangled
Tales Series
Gnarled
Nursery Rhymes Series
Tarnished
Saints Series
Barons
of the Cinque Ports Series
She
hopes to visit the castles of Scotland and England personally someday. However,
she has been to the jungles of Peru and Machu Picchu which inspired her novels,
Curse of the Condor, Eden’s Garden (out of print) and Praising Pete – Book 7 of
her Tarnished Saints Series.
Elizabeth’s
trademark is a rose on the cover of each of her books to let you know it is her
work, since there are other authors by the same name. She also ends each novel
with the title of the book being the last words of the story. She has new
releases every month or so, and more books in the planning so please keep checking
back to see what is new.
You
can follow her on twitter at ElizRoseNovels, or on Facebook at Elizabeth Rose –
Author (don’t forget the dash.)
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