Synopsis:
At 41 Paula finds herself on her own in beautiful Arizona.
She’s a talented comic artist – with a broken heart – a
widower that has a chance to discover if she can make it
as an cartoonist or fall flat on her face. Jeb Cotner
accepts Paula as his new finish artist for his famous
Honky Tonk Man comic strip. She has a chance of a
lifetime to learn from the famous syndicated satirist. This
job holds the opportunity that could lead to her own
comic strip career. Yet, rumors fly that the 75-year-old
artist is a cantankerous old man who has an eye for the
“young girls”.
With grave doubts, she leaves her quiet life in New
England and heads into “cowboy” country with her own
comic character, Abby Press, at her side. Her world is
turned upside down by two handsome brothers,
neighbors of Jeb Cotner, who vie for her attention. Her
sexual desires awaken, something so new to the young woman that it sends her to heights that she
had long forgotten existed. She plays a dangerous game of “Tug of War” as her heart is torn between
the two men.
Author Bio
Pauline lived in New England most of her life. She grew up in the hills of northwest Connecticut, did
her college on Maine’s beautiful coast and spent her early-married years in Massachusetts. She later
returned to her Connecticut roots. She settled in with her husband, two boys and a big Great Dane
on a small “gentleman’s farm” in the mountains (yes there are mountains in Connecticut) for 33
years.
During those years, they raised goats, geese, turkeys, chickens and a mischievous horse named
Midnight Madness. After the boys grew up and had lives of their own, Pauline and her husband
moved to Central Florida. Ever since the kids were little they had loved Disney- they are now only 20
minutes from the parks and visit often. She lives a quiet life writing fiction and motorcycling with her
husband whenever she can find the time. Her two cats and fun loving miniature beagle keep life
interesting.
This is Pauline’s first foray into a Romance type genre. (Her SciFi, Fantasy, Racing and Motorcycling
books are published under a different pen name) “I always wanted to write books about women
coming into their own while fighting adversity and finding meaningful relationships. My women
characters are always strong and independent and in “Tug of War” I continue with Paula finding the
courage and independence to find her own way.”
Don’t miss Pauline’s next romance, coming soon, “Love’s Passion Perfect”.
Links
http://www.amazon.com/author/paulineparson
http://www.goodreads.com/paulineparson
Excerpt:
Cal reached over past me to get a bottle of suntan lotion. He smelled so masculine. I never knew
sweat could be so arousing. “I’d better put some lotion on you or you’ll burn. Turn around I’ll get
your back.”
His hands seemed to caress my neck and arms and then fell to my back. Even his fingers felt strong
and sensual. I involuntarily shivered.
“You okay?” he asked me. “Not ticklish are you?” His voice had a chiding quality as if daring me to
say, “Yes, continue please. Don’t stop!”
Instead I turned around and took the bottle from him, “No, not at all. The lotion is just cold.” I
finished putting some on my face and front, finishing with my legs.
“Need me to get the back of your legs?” he asked.
“NO!” I said a little too fast and loud getting an amused look from him but he didn’t pursue it any
further.
I dove into the pool. The water felt refreshing after the hot office and the pounding Arizona sun. I
swam across getting out on the far side.
I found the pool’s cement stairs and got out, walking over to a chair that had several folded up
towels and put one on my shoulders. Unfolding my legs out on the lounge chair I watched him swim
over, lifting himself out of the pool easily. Dripping wet he stretched, sending his muscles rippling
and shook himself off. He then grabbed a towel and also extended out on the chair next to me. I tried
not to stare but he was gorgeous. You’re going to get yourself in trouble, my brain warned me. I
looked away, studying the surrounding fields.
“It’s lovely here,” I said to the striking physique. He had put on a pair of sunglasses. His thick curly
blonde head turned towards me but I couldn’t tell what his eyes were looking at. I fancied he was
looking over my body and probably finding it wanting. I was not like the women who had worn the
clothes in the fancy bedroom upstairs.