LOVE LIKE FIRE follows Bethany Marconi, yoga instructor and caregiver, who has mastered the art of dousing the spark of love before it catches fire. When former classmate, Nate Ransom, arrives back in town to settle his grandmother's estate, Bethany struggles with her self-imposed dating rules.
Nate isn't like the others. He's perfect for her. Therein lies the problem.
Here's an excerpt of LOVE LIKE FIRE:
Bethany Marconi opened one eye and studied her phone on the futon’s arm across the living room. It buzzed like a swarm of bees for the second time within the minute, its vibration moving the device across the arm until it fell onto the cushion. Whoever it was needed a lesson in patience.
Legs crossed, shoulders back, she closed her eye to continue with the breathing exercise as the phone grew quiet.
Again, the incessant buzzing interrupted the silence.
Bethany opened her eyes and glared at the phone.
She relaxed her torso, shook out her legs, and crawled off her yoga mat to the couch. Darcy’s name was on the screen.
Bethany balanced the phone between her ear and shoulder as she stood. “Hello?”
“We just had our first fight,” her best friend said on the other end. “I need to talk. I’m going crazy.”
“I wondered when that would happen. You lovebirds were due.” Bethany rolled the mat up and stuffed it behind the futon.
“Are you busy?” Darcy asked. Her husky voice was an octave higher than usual.
Bethany slipped her jacket off the coat tree, grabbed her wallet and keys, and opened the door. “Not anymore. Meet you at Debi’s in ten minutes. Scone and coffee are on me.”
If there was one thing Bethany was good at, it was matchmaking. Never mind the number of blind dates which had gone up in flames—she wasn’t that good. What mattered were the couples who stayed together, the ones who overcame the pitfalls after the honeymoon months wore off and before the engagement announcement. Bethany counted four weddings to date, all credited to her. That was why she was out the door in minutes when Darcy called in dire need of a shoulder to cry on. Darcy and Sean Stetman would be the fifth wedding. Someday. As soon as Stetman got his act together and proposed.
Five minutes later, Bethany wheeled into the first parking space in front of Debi’s Donuts, a diminutive place with pink siding and gingerbread trim. Beyond the building, Lake Superior reflected the clear January sky, a liquid sheet of cerulean glass. The colors were a beautiful contrast, and when Bethany stepped out of her car, she took a moment to breathe deeply and revel in the scenery.
She’d console and listen. She’d let Darcy talk for what, five minutes, maybe? Then and only then would Bethany open her mouth. Improving her listening skills was her New Year’s resolution. She’d been doing fairly well, given that she’d been at it a solid week. It was part of her living mindfully project, and admittedly, it was hard.
Darcy’s Jeep pulled in behind her. Even through the windshield, Bethany could tell Darcy was upset. Her raven curls, usually loose around her shoulders, were tamed in a headband, which wouldn’t be a telltale sign of her mood necessarily, but with her hair swept off her face, the angry slashes of her eyebrows were on full display.
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