Just Rose Excerpt – Coming soon to Amazon.

So I decided to share a little excerpt from my new book, it should be ready to hit amazon within a month.
The unexpected death of Rose’s beloved Aunt ends up being a driving force in her uneventful life. She gives up her lonely unfulfilled big city existence for the country home and life from cherished childhood memories. Can it live up to them? All she wants is to find her place in the world , finally find the happiness and independence she has been searching for and hopefully this move will do it… hopefully.
With her little dog Muffin by her side and a much needed new friend in the form of Abby it does seem possible. That is until a not so ideal first encounter with the handsome local Laird of the Munro Estate sends her spiralling from young professional woman to hormonal bundle of goo. The chemistry undeniable but with him not seemingly on the market this might not be the place for her after all. Thrust into the world of not so quiet country living will Rose ever find true love?
A roller coaster of emotions and a whole lot of country charm there’s one thing for sure Rose is certainly not going to be bored anymore!

Just Rose by L.T.Marshall

Her little Pink Mini shone in the sunlight in front of the cottage, relieved to be free of both boxes and roof rack and crying out to be driven, lovely and clean from her morning washing and polishing it days before. Rose had always had a pink obsession since childhood, always obsessed with all things pink, girly and sparkly. Her car had been her one indulgence in London. Going for a baby pink tiny car that suited her girly all things cute obsession, she had hated that every male she had dated criticised it.

Blaring the summer hits CD, she pulled out with Muffin in the passenger seat and headed along the little road. Pulling out into the main road and reaching speed quickly she was singing and smiling at how free she felt, energised by this impromptu outing.
Out of nowhere the nose of a black car poked out in front of her from the tree edged hedge way causing her to swerve and scream as she tried to hit the brakes in alarm. Her car skidded halfway across the road before screeching to a halt and Rose fell forward on her steering wheel trying to catch her breath. Sure, she had just suffered a major heart attack. Grabbing at muffin to feel he was still in one piece. Her hands began shaking violently and her heart pounding through her chest. Trying to keep her head on the wheel to steady her breathing and calm her nerves, she could feel her rage rising.
  ‘Who in the actual hell???? What the actual f….?’
Her car door was ripped open from beside her, causing her to snap up and round and glare angrily into the steel coloured eyes facing her.
  ‘Are you o……’a smooth and deep voice that sounded genuinely concerned.
  ‘What in the actual hell are you doing???’ She screeched at the face before her not really taking in the jet black hair, tanned handsomeness or seductive grey eyes.
Just seeing red.
  ‘You could have killed me!!! Are you aware that road is a sixty!!! You pulled out into traffic on a god damn sixty!’
She pulled herself out of her seat releasing her belt to square her small five foot four to the huge six-foot frame before her. Anger searing her every nerve. He stood back looking almost shocked as she continued to yell at him about his stupidity.
  ‘Whoa there Penelope!’ he was splaying his hands in defence. ‘Look, I’m sorry! I’m sure I got as much of a shock as you! Most folks know how bad the view is for me coming out and cross to the other side to pass the Manor opening!’ he was defensively moving away from Rose as she continued to wave her hands about while cursing at him. She stopped as though suddenly realising something.
  ‘Who the hell is Penelope?’
He laughed, then tried to smother it with a cough. Smooth move mister!
  ‘You!…. Sorry! it’s just….. pink car…. Pink dress….. Fiery little lady who comes out like a bat out of hell like she’s about to rip my head off….’
Rose stood motionless. Cluelessness and confusion all over her face.
  ‘Penelope Pitstop from wacky races?… Look never mind. it’s just that’s what I thought when I opened your door’ he was laughing now which only enraged her more.
  ‘Screw you! Next time watch where you’re going. Asshole! Or next time I won’t swerve!’ she turned and threw herself back into her car attempting to grab her door. He grabbed it first.
  ‘Allow me.’ he slammed it shut. The humour absent from his face and replaced with ‘i’m pissed off lady’. Their eyes glinted at one another angrily, fire meeting fire. She sped off, almost taking him out with her wing mirror. She could see the arrogant sod in her mirror shaking his head after her before walking back to his flashy black car.
  ‘Asshole!’ she screeched.
Muffin was looking at her with his wide, wise eyes, almost telling her she had lost the plot. 
  ‘Well, he is! Mr, I am so good looking with my big muscles and sports car. So Mr smooth that I think I can give you a cute pet name and you forget I almost killed you! Mr Sexy smile and I know I am sooooo hot that I can do what I want’ She slapped her wheel.
   ‘Screw you!….ow that actually hurt’ She lifted her fingers to her mouth and blew them gently, releasing some of her tension. That ‘almost’ crash had given her a massive fright and her reactions since had been some sort of delayed mental breakdown brought on by a near death experience. She instantly felt remorseful for swearing and sat back in her chair trying to release the tightness of her muscles.
The black sports car appeared in her rear view mirror, coming up behind her and she instantly tensed back up. Putting the foot down, she sped away from him before reaching the sign for the town and slowing back down again as she passed it. Throwing daggers from her eyes in the mirror, she slowed to thirty and meandered through town looking for a car park. The car behind her turned off at the huge museum and she sighed with relief.

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