Amabel’s Next Romance Read - Turning Point - Blurb & Intro
A runaway bride. A veteran amputee in a van. One unexpected road trip that could save them both.
Do you want to read this love story before she publishes, or should she just get the book out right now and you can binge read?
Amabel has been scribbling away behind the scenes. Now it’s over to you.
Who’s Amabel Dennis
Amabel started out co-writing with her big sis, Daizy. Those books are steamy around the edges.
Now writing solo, she loves the sweeter side of closed door romance.
Her contemporary romances feature damaged heroes and sassy women with the occasional kids and dogs making up chosen families.
Her books are mostly set in a shared world in the UK, stretching between the two places, both nicknamed god's own country, Scotland and her beloved Yorkshire.
When not writing, which isn't often, she loves family time, crafting and walking in all kinds of weather. Oh, and she loves trees and bees!
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Nomadic Heart & Hounds - The Series
Two hearts. One van. A love that won’t be leashed.
Turning Point - Blurb
A runaway bride. A veteran amputee in a van. One unexpected road trip that could save them both
Cameron
The open road gives me space to breathe. After leaving the army, I’ve found peace in movement.
I still get nightmares, losing a hand will do that. I’ve seen too much to just forget it all.
Van life keeps me looking forward, and then there’s Tank. My loyal canine friend who never lets me lose sight of the good in the world.
I wasn’t looking for anyone. Especially not a woman in a wedding dress, but when I saw her, I had to stop running.
Esther
OK, so I guess I should have called an end to it earlier. Not waited until the day of the wedding.
But when everyone around you says you're lucky, you start to believe it, even if your heart’s screaming otherwise.
I just wanted to make people happy. Go along with it all. They know best, right?
The day came, I put on the dress, heard the music…
Then I ran.
Now I’m in a van with a quiet man and his dog, heading anywhere but back.
I didn’t plan on falling for him. But the more miles we cover, the more I wonder…
What if I’ve found someone who sees me for who I really am?
A heartwarming romance with a disabled lead, second chances, healing, and love that finds you when you least expect it.
Sensual stories with heart, closed door, no swearing, always a happy ending.
Amabel Dennis – Stories to Snuggle Down With.
Turning Point - Intro - Esther
The veil was the first thing to go.
It snagged on a low thorn bush as I stumbled down the verge, tugging hard enough to rip from the combs in my hair. I didn’t stop to untangle it. Just kept moving, wedding shoes clutched in one hand, the other gripping the satin folds of a dress that cost more than a year’s rent.
My toes sank into the soft grass as I reached the edge of the layby, heart hammering like I’d just legged it from a crime scene.
Which, in fairness, I had. Sort of.
The road curved ahead, empty except for the occasional blur of a speeding car. Cold wind gusted off the sea, lifting the hem of the dress and tossing it like sea foam. Mascara streaks stung my wet cheeks.
My phone buzzed again in the pocket of my coat. Yes, I’d had the foresight to grab a coat, at least. Probably instinct. Rich-girl rebellion only gets you so far without a bit of practicality.
Mum again. Fourth call.
I powered it off, shoved it back in my pocket, out of sight.
And then I cried.
Proper ugly sobbing that stole my breath and made my throat hurt.
I crouched by the verge, wedding dress bunched at my knees, and let the tears come. Not because I regretted leaving. Heck, no, but I hadn’t planned this, hadn't planned on running, let alone thought past running.
This stuff happens in films, not real life.
I hadn’t thought about what came next but then you can’t just ghost your own wedding and expect the universe to hand you a plan.
A car passed. Then another. Neither stopped.
Maybe that was for the best.
I wiped my eyes and nose on my coat sleeve and stood, blinking against the wind.
The sky was that soft, washed-out grey that always reminded me of watercolours, but the chill was real, not some cosy soft focus breeze.
The sea was somewhere below the cliffs, crashing steady but hard. I took a deep breath.
Then a van pulled in.
At first, I thought it was another tourist taking a wrong turn. But the engine idled, and the passenger window rolled down with a mechanical grumble. A man leant across, shadowed by the low light and the wide brim of his cap.
‘You need a lift, or are you just waiting for Prince Charming?’
So, what we thinking?
Post here first or publish RIGHT NOW??