Tuesday, January 09, 2007


Almost a Family is released today, available at Samhain Publishing!

FIRST THINGS FIRST. If you haven't entered my contest yet, WHY NOT??? Do it now!

I'll even make it easy for you. You won't even have to visit my webpage. I'm going to post the excerpt right here. Find Molly's nickname and send it to me at donna@donnaalward.com with CONTEST in the subject line. I'll be drawing later today for a copy!

I've mentioned it elsewhere, but AAF is the first book I've set in my home town of Fredericton, New Brunswick and I also set it in January, which makes the release date rather timely! I'm especially happy with the job the cover artist, Vanessa Hawthorne, did. And I STILL maintain that the hero, Jason, looks like Nathaniel Parker. :-)

Okay....so as a taster...here's an excerpt for you!

“Don’t,” she warned him, her words a shaky stutter in the cold afternoon.

His voice was soft, deadly. “Don’t what? Don’t wash your face? Don’t start what you can’t finish, Molly m’girl.” His lips were teasing, his eyes flashing fun as he raised a snow-filled hand menacingly.

Her eyes changed from shock to fear. Not of his strength, of that he was sure. But because she was realizing, as he did, that she still mattered. Discovering that there was still so much between them, and he was torn between knowing this should be the end and the increasing realization that it felt like a beginning. It wasn’t what he’d wanted and she’d made it clear it wasn’t what she wanted either. But there it was, and he had no idea what to do with it.

He let the snow in his hand flutter back to the ground as his smile faded. He was used to being in control of situations, and knowing this one was rapidly getting out of hand only added to his confusion. “That was a stupid, childish trick, and you know it.” His voice was silk lined with steel. “That sled popped up in the air and I saw Sara fall out first-she’s so small-for a moment my heart just stopped.”

“It was just a joke,” she answered, her voice small and childish, her jaw jutting out defensively. Sara grabbed the rope to the toboggan and tried to turn it over to clean it off.

He clapped a black glove to his forehead in exasperation. “What am I going to do with you, Molly?”

She didn’t answer, just stared up at him with wide eyes while he became acutely aware of the intimacy of their position as he sat squarely on her hips.

He braced a hand on each side of her head, dropped his eyes to her mouth, and followed with his lips.

Hers were cold on the outside in contrast to the warmth of her mouth, and he poured everything into that punishing kiss – his anger, his hurt, his confusion of what was happening between them now. Her hand rested on his left thigh as he pressed more weight into her, feeling all the pressure points where their bodies were connected. This couldn’t go anywhere, it couldn’t. He had to stop it, now. They’d only get hurt again, the voice of reason intruded. But his heart spoke louder, and for once, he listened. He took the kiss deeper; darker.

Molly knew by the look in his eyes what was coming, but she hadn’t been prepared by the force, the passion, the anger that poured from him into her. She didn’t know what was happening to her lately, only that they kept hurting each other without even intending to. She rested her hand on his thigh, desperately trying to keep up with him as his body pinned her to the hard, snowy ground and his mouth translated his frustration.

Seconds ticked by and his lips gentled, prodding instead of punishing, deep, soul-searing contact that spoke to her more clearly than his words ever could. He didn’t hate her. He cared. Cared more than she wanted to admit to herself. Not only cared…but had probably never stopped. All that was said, and more, as they kissed in the icy snow.

So there you go! Go forth and enter!


  1. Happy Release Day!

    Congratulations Donna!!

  2. Congrats on the release, Donna!

    I entered the contest, by the way... :)

  3. Congratulations, Donna!

    Jess x