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Summertime in Texas is hot. I don’t think I can fully explain the heat to someone who’s never experienced it. The walk from the front door to your car steals your breath while droplets of sweat drip down your face, and your hair immediately transforms into complete disarray. I’d say you could “stick it out”, no pun intended as your shirt sticks to your back, but summer in Texas lasts from March to October, if you’re lucky.
I live in South Texas in a town with two rivers, two lakes, the largest waterpark in the world and splash pads, ponds and wave pools at the local parks. Water is necessary to survival during a Texas summer. Driving past homes you can see kids playing in their community pool or setting up a Slip-N-Slide in the front yard. Weekend trips to Corpus Christi, Galveston, Port Aransas, South and North Padre Island occur all over the state during these peak months. Bathing suit season begins in February for Texans. Sunburns, beach towels and tubing become part of your everyday vocabulary.
One of my favorite things that happens as a result of the heat are the cool treats that Texans can indulge in such as sno-cones, homemade ice cream and melting popsicles. No one runs faster when they hear the ice cream truck than me.
As an adult the heat is difficult to deal with, but as a child I don’t remember it at all. I remember summer days on our family’s boat in Canyon Lake. I remember swinging on our backyard swing set as high as I could go. Eating watermelon, catching fireflies and playing tag with my friends and brother, running until I didn’t have any breath left in me. As we get older our sense of wonder tends to fade a bit, particularly if you don’t have any children (which I don’t yet) to keep the fun alive. Mostly I’m looking for the next place with air conditioning while a child is focusing on their next adventure.
Texas might be hot, scalding and humid in these summer months, but it is the setting of some pretty amazing childhood memories that I will carry with me always. Only now I’m able to enjoy them from the comfort of my 72-degree home.
As eldest son, Eoin O’Brien is expected to take over the management of his family pub, the Lion O’Brien in the Bronx. Despite his da’s disapproval, he has achieved his dream of becoming a police detective. He also longs to have a family, but his wife Vivian left him three years ago to pursue her own dreams of working in an art gallery.
Now Vivian is back from California. When the gallery where she works is robbed and vandalized, their paths cross again. It turns out the attack on the gallery was personal. After Vivian is almost run down by a car, it is clear that she herself is the target, though she can’t think of anyone who would wish her harm. Eoin and Vivian circle each other warily, each feeling the pull of the past and their still powerful attraction. But there will be no easy reconciliation. First she find a way back into the O’Brien family’s good graces. Eoin, in turn, sees that he is partly to blame for her flight. Like his father, he is too quick to anger, too domineering. He must learn to give the independent Vivian her space. But above all, he has sworn to protect her. And if he gives her too much space, she may end up dead.
Book 1 in the O’Brien series.
About the Author: CORINNE SCOTT was born and raised in San Antonio, Texas. Her parents were teachers, so of course she grew up to be a teacher as well, proving that the apple does not fall too far from the tree. Corinne has a bachelor’s degree from Texas State University and a master’s from the University of North Texas. She is passionate about books, which led her to her current occupation as a librarian and now author. Beginner’s Luck is her second novel, and the first in a series about the O’Briens of New York. Her first novel was Lover’s Oak.
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