As a child, Barbara Longley moved frequently,
learning early on how to entertain herself with stories. Adulthood didn’t tame
her peripatetic ways: she has lived on an Appalachian commune, taught on an
Indian reservation, and traveled the country from coast to coast. After having
children of her own, she decided to try staying put, choosing Minnesota as her
home. By day, she puts her master’s degree in special education to use teaching
elementary school. By night, she explores all things mythical, paranormal, and
newsworthy, channeling what she learns into her writing.
THE
DIFFERENCE A DAY MAKES
By
BLURB:
Ryan
Malloy has lost it all. After his fiancée dies in a tragic accident, he enlists
in the army, only to lose his best friend in a roadside bombing. Wracked with
guilt and grief, Ryan finds life unbearable—until a job offer from his former
commander gives him a glimmer of hope. And in the tiny town of Perfect,
Indiana, the man who thought he had nothing left to live for meets the only
woman who can tempt him into risking his battered heart one last time...
Paige
Langford has it all: wealth, beauty, and ambition. But when her boyfriend’s
betrayal leads to the loss of her job and her reputation, she retreats to her
brother’s rural Indiana home to regroup. There she meets Ryan Malloy, a gruff,
hard-drinking loner whose surly temper can’t hide the haunted misery in his
eyes. He is everything Paige never wanted, yet he may be exactly what she
needs—if only they can overcome their personal demons to forge a love strong
enough to save them both.
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Now A Taste of Barbara:
Throwing
her shoulders back, Paige knocked on Mr. Weil’s door.
“Come
in,” he barked from inside.Smoothing her face into a professional mien, she opened the door and strode in. One look at his expression, and she faltered. He looked serious. Seriously unhappy. What the hell?
“Have
a seat, Langford.” He moved a pile of folders aside.
She
took one of the chairs in front of his huge, imposing desk. “You wanted to see
me?”“Hmmm.” He scowled her way. “Meyer Construction needed our bid five business days ago. They never got it. They’ve gone with another supplier.”
An
adrenaline shock hit her system, and her heart leaped to her throat. She
gripped the arms of the chair. “That’s impossible! I sent that bid with a
same-day courier two days before it was due.”
“Like
I said—they never got it.” He leaned back in his expensive leather chair and
fixed her with a baleful scowl. “I’ve also had two other accounts you handled
complain that their bids were late, holding them up and delaying their
contractors. If it weren’t for Anthony Rutger’s intervention, we would’ve lost
those accounts as well.”“Anthony’s…intervention?” Her mind spun with the implications. Anthony?
Her
mind flew back to the day the courier had come to the lobby for the Meyer bid.
She’d been in the middle of a phone call, and Anthony had offered to take the
envelope down to the lobby for her. At the time, she’d thought it was sweet.
Come to think of it, he’d also offered to put a few of her bids into the
office’s outgoing mail bin for her. No, he wouldn’t purposefully sabotage her.
Would he? They were a couple.
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“Damn straight it won’t. You’re fired.”
“Oh,
no. There’s been a mistake. I had somebody else put the bids in the mail for
me. They must’ve forgotten, or…” Shit.
Shit. Shit. She glanced around the office as the reality of Anthony’s
betrayal sank in. “I won’t let it happen again, Mr. Weil. I’ll get the Meyer
account back somehow.” She sucked in a breath. “From now on, I will personally
put things in the out bin myself, and—”
“Miss
Langford, you’re done here.”
Great to meet you, Barbara!
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Thank you for sharing! I really feel the story is something that could last with you for a while.
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