Reeling from betrayal by her fiancé, Elly Macauley leaves the skyscrapers of Dallas for Shannon Ridge, Texas, volunteering to help her grandmother recover from a broken ankle. She hopes her time in the small town will be the perfect opportunity for both she and Granny to recover from their wounds.
Landscaper Derek White maintains the grounds of Sunset Acres and looks after the senior citizens as if they were his own grandparents. But the disappearance of his wife eight years earlier has put his life and aspirations on hold. After one kiss from Elly Macauley, he wonders if it’s time to take another chance on love. But how can he explain an ex-wife who ran away? And is he sure he’s a free man?
When Derek’s past threatens and when Elly’s ex-fiancé reappears, she must decide—give her former love a second chance or gamble on a man whose history may ruin everything.
Reviews for Bluebonnets for Elly
""Fast, easy read with enough twists and turns to keep the reader engaged and waiting for the next shoe to drop. Beautifully well-written romance novel. The characters are well-developed and could be our neighbors. Highly recommend this book."" - ""Grandma Zona,"" Amazon
""I really enjoyed Elly and Derek's story. Both had wounds from previous relationships, and as the two of them started to trust each other, their pasts returned to complicate things. I enjoyed Granny - she sounds like the kind of woman I want to be. I got lots of enjoyable reading time with this book!"" - ""Patricia Gordon,"" Amazon
ExcerptAbout Sandra Nachlinger
After dinner he'd taken Elly out to the lake to watch the sunset. Pink and orange rays filled the western sky until the sun slipped behind a dark cloud. He couldn’t have planned a more beautiful scene. With a sudden spring shower pattering the truck’s roof, Derek leaned back against the headrest, relaxed and at ease. Even when the conversation lagged, he felt no need to fill it with words, but instead, just enjoyed the sound the raindrops made and the presence of Elly beside him. In response to something she said, he gave her a quick hug, and when she put her hand on his thigh, he pulled her to him in an embrace.
In response, she moved even closer and kissed him. In seconds, they were making out like kids at the drive-in movies. Impatient with the steering wheel in his way, he moved to the center of the seat and pulled Elly onto his lap, thankful that the old truck had a bench seat. She wrapped her arms around his neck, wiggled on his lap, and gave him a kiss that made him shiver and sizzle at the same time. When she tickled his ear with her tongue, he groaned, a surge of heat going straight from his brain to his groin.
Does she have any idea how crazy she’s making me?
We’d better slow down.
But his body had other ideas.
Derek shifted in the seat, his jeans uncomfortably tight. He turned Elly so that she lay in his arms and nibbled kisses from her ear down one side of her neck. He lingered at the neckline of her blouse.
When he paused, she sat up, fingered the top button of his shirt, and unfastened it, her glittering eyes on his. Button by button, she opened the shirt to reveal his bare chest. He watched, unable to move, almost unable to breathe, letting her take the lead. She pushed her hands beneath the fabric and ran her fingers across his chest, stopping only to smile up at him. He gasped at the brush of her fingertips on his nipples.
Still no words passed between them.
With trembling fingers, he loosened the buttons down the front of her blouse. He paused when he neared the last one and looked into her eyes.
Elly nodded and pulled the shirttail from her skirt.
Derek pushed back the folds of cotton fabric. The sunset’s pink light revealed a bra that did little to conceal her breasts. Her taut nipples strained against the cups, as if begging for his touch. He covered them with his hands, teasing with his thumbs. She mimicked his movements on his nipples as well, bringing another groan.
Mrs. Macaulay's granddaughter.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so turned on.
Born and raised in Dallas, Texas, I've been writing one thing or another since childhood. I wrote my first romantic story in elementary school. The heroine got a kiss as the happy ending. I still have diaries from my school days, one of which inspired I.O.U. SEX, my first book co-written with Sandra Allen.
I love to travel and keep journals of each trip. When not writing, I like to make quilts, sew, garden, take photos, lunch with friends, and (like Granny in BLUEBONNETS FOR ELLY) spend as much time as possible with my granddaughter.
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