About Mimi Foster
Mimi Foster released her first contemporary romance, THUNDER SNOW, in July of this year, and her second novel in the Thunder on the Mountain Series, THUNDER STRUCK, is scheduled to be published in November, 2013. As a student at the University of Colorado in Boulder, the tiny town of nearby Nederland, nestled in the mountains and overlooking the water, was a favorite haunt for Mimi, and became the setting for her first trilogy of books.
Mother to five grown daughters and grandmother to five, Mimi is a long-time blogger and full-time realtor who specializes in Victorian homes. With such a busy life, she has found that the early morning hours between 5:00 am and 8:00 am are the perfect time to get away to her ‘other world’ of writing about hot, steamy romance and intrigue. The goal of this author’s books is passionate but tender escapes with a little mystery and surprise twists.
Jack Franklin is a well-respected man with a secret. Known for its ‘live and let live’ attitude, he has found the perfect hideaway to escape from the world for the past few years in the tiny town of Nederland, about an hour drive outside of Denver.
What he wasn’t counting on was hotshot young realtor, Callie Weston, invading his sanctuary. Seeking safe haven in her father’s enchanting cabin built into the side of a mountain and overlooking the water, Callie is trying to escape her own demons by retreating to this picturesque hamlet.
She’s tired of running and has every intention of holing up for the winter. Jack has other ideas. The locals welcome this auburn-hair beauty as one of their own, and help her find solace in their unique environment. As the friendship and passion deepen between Jack and Callie, their pasts will converge to try to keep them apart.
A Taste of THUNDER SNOW
“Make yourself at home.” I tried for nonchalance but it came out too breathy.
“I keep an eye on the place for Charles when he’s not in town. I’ll try to break the habit while you’re here,” he said. He continued to stand with his back to me, not moving. “How long is that going to be?” he asked quietly.
Not sure I understood the question, I didn’t answer immediately.
“How long are you staying, little one?” My heart danced at his endearment. I sat down on the polished rocks of the hearth, trying to gather my composure.
“At five foot eight, I’m hardly little.” I was working on casual; I wasn’t sure how to get there.
“I’ll be here a few months, at least,” I finally replied. “I plan on riding out the winter here. I have competent staff taking care of my business, and I shouldn’t have to make the trip to town too often. Why?” I asked as gently as I could, not wanting to break the spell that was surrounding us as the sunset was turning the sky orange and giving an eerie glow to the room.
“I heard what you did for Griz today. I came to say thank you.”
“No thanks necessary. It was easily within my power to fix his problem, and I was happy to help. It’s important to me to fit in as much as possible.”
I could see his shoulders lose their rigidity as he leaned his head against the window. As though he thought better of it, he came and stood in front of me, not saying a word, just looking at me broodingly.
“Can’t imagine that will bode well for either one of us,” he said as he took my hand and helped me to my feet. We stood with only breath between us, not talking, absorbing the moment, each other.
Swimming in the sea of his blue eyes, the sunset was creating and aura of enchantment through the expanse of window. I wanted him to kiss me, but didn’t want this moment to end. When he finally did, the world stopped. Wait, did I think it stopped? Then why was it spinning so frantically out of control?
His kisses were tantalizing. Kisses unlike any I had ever known. I had read about this feeling, but until this moment didn’t know it really existed.
“I could do this for hours,” I said breathlessly. I didn’t want it to stop. Again his lips were on mine. He seemed to absorb me into his being. My first conscious thought was that I was glad his arms were around me so I didn’t fall.
As he broke the kiss, we stood staring at each other. “Dear God, a freight train would have done less damage,” he said. He made sure I was steady on my feel, then was gone.
Finding THUNDER SNOW
Finding Mimi Foster
Mimi’s Author site is Mimi Foster Books.
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