J. C. Conway is a romance, science fiction, and fantasy author, writing novels and short stories for adults, young adults, and teens. He is a grand prize winner of the Yosemite Romance Writers Smooch contest. His writing passion began with a grade-school assignment to write anything he liked, which, at the time, included dinosaurs, robots, army heroes, and alien invaders. He's added tense internal conflict and emotional dilemmas since then.
13 Favorite Writing Songs1. La Fenne D'argent by Air on Moon SafariJ. C.'s newest book Hearts In Ruin, a Mainstream Contemporary Romantic Suspense, with Liquid Silver Books was released on May 4, 2014.
2. Glory Box by Portishead on Dummy
3. Bajo by Garah Mahal on Mondo Garaj
4. Love Theme from Blade Runner by Vangelis on Blade Runner Soundtrack
5. God Put a Smile Upon Your Face by Coldplay on A Rush of Blood to the Head
6. Are You Going with Me? by Pat Metheny on Offramp
7. Too Much by Spice Girls on Spiceworld
8. Pale Blue Eyes by Velvet Underground on The Velvet Underground
9. C'Est la Vie by Emerson, Lake & Palmer on Works
10. Summon the Vardig by The Assemble Head in Sunburst Sound on Ekranoplan
11. The National Anthem by Radiohead on Kid A
12. Kashmir by Led Zeppelin on Physical Graffiti
13. Shine on You Crazy Diamond by Pink Floyd on Wish You Were Here
Andrea’s career-making “sure thing” archeological dig has just been transferred to her super-hot colleague Daniel, whose questionable ideas could sink both their careers. But what if he’s right? When the site is threatened, Andrea must choose: run, and save her career, or stand with Daniel against crushing odds. Passion, lies and betrayal clash in the wake of a plot to destroy an ancient truth
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With most of her team set, Andrea approached the sadly underused keg bucket under the pergola at the side of the yard. She slowed her pace only slightly to give Kirby Johnson the chance to reach it first—and therefore the chance to fill her cup for her.
“Hey, Andrea.” Kirby lifted the tap.
“God, who invited you?” She thrust her cup forward.
He took the cup and shrugged. “They didn't warn me you'd be here. I would've gone bowling.”
“Very sophisticated of you,” she said. “Where's Donna?”
Kirby carefully minimized the foam head. “Um…shopping.”
“Her dime or yours?”
Kirby smirked. “I'm as dimeless as you.”
“Technically.” Andrea took the cup. Kirby didn't have his own money. But his parents were loaded.
Andrea liked Kirby—as a friend. Shacking up junior year was a mistake. He was still a boy. And the breakup?—Well, she learned how whiney and annoying boys could be that semester. But that was four years ago. Kirby was with Donna now, who was much better for him. Thank God. The kid was growing up.
Kirby peered over Andrea's left shoulder, “Hello, Dr. Fuchs.”
Dr. Fuchs?
Andrea knew everyone at Horvath Levy College. Who was Dr. Fuchs?
A calm, male voice responded, “Kirby, right? Everything coming together okay?”
“Uh…yeah, sure.”
Andrea turned. Wow. Dr. Fuchs was definitely a newcomer. He was about her age. Tan, outdoorsy skin, a sinewy rock-climbing frame, sandy hair a little looser than the local style. His intense, blue-gray eyes landed on her.
Now she regretted dressing hastily. Safari pants, faded tank top, hair pulled into a quick bunch—no style, no class. She broke her stare, wrestling for composure.
“Doctor…Fuchs?” She extended a hand and squinted inquiringly. “I'm—”
“Andrea Hollister,” he said with an easy half smile. His grip was…just right.
And he knows me?
“I've been looking forward to meeting you.”
“Um—”
This was just too much. Something was up. And Kirby knew this fellow. She sliced her subtlest I'll-kill-you-later dagger at Kirby, whose expression telegraphed feigned confusion and an it's-not-my-fault plea. Then the bastard slinked away, leaving Andrea face-to-face with Dr. Fuchs, alone at the keg.
“I'm afraid I don't—”
“First, call me Daniel.” He reached for a cup.
“Okay,” she said. She detected the scent of Professor Dougherty's greenhouse on him. A small scar on his chin added an extra layer of ruggedness.
He cleared his throat. “Frank Dougherty asked me to oversee this summer's dig. I think we'll be working together.”
She blinked.
The dig?…My dig?
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