Tuesday, September 17, 2013

TRR's Blog Hop--Day 5--Zrinka Jelic

Zrinka is one of my Crimson Romance sisters, and she writes in one of my favorite genres--time travel. At least her latest book, Love Remains, is a time travel. Her other books include lady pirates and paranormal creatures. She describes herself as a writer of contemporary fiction which leans toward paranormal and adds in just a pinch of history. What I get from that is one extremely creative individual with a healthy imagination! Here's some info about her latest:

Olivia Owen, a busy, single, high-functioning, corporate executive officer, is not afraid to die a spinster for the sake of her career. But in an alternate reality world, bridged by the angel of her Down’s syndrome sister, she meets Tom Medar, a dedicated, Croatian defense attorney who dreams of the right woman, but never has time to find her. Together they foil an adulterous murder plot while discovering there’s room for love and family in their busy lives—but not before they are separated again.
When they awaken from their alternate world, will they be able to cross countries to find each other again?

Keys in her hand, she took the two steps to the front door. She had left a few lights on,
but the smell of home cooking wafting in the air stood her hair on end. Who the hell was
in her house? Heart drumming, she gripped her cell just in case she needed to make a fast
call for the police, then she crept through the foyer toward the kitchen. The candlelit table
set for two in the dining room indicated whoever was here expected a romantic evening.
His back to her, a man stirred a pot on the stove. His tight butt swayed to an Elvis
classic coming from the stereo. Had she made a date prior to her trip but forgot to cancel
it? Impossible, she wouldn't pass up on such a handsome man. Despite her dry mouth,
Olivia swallowed. Whatever food the hunk was preparing on the stove smelled delicious.
The frills on his apron swirled around him as he turned to her with a smile that would
have melted ice caps. Light from the ceiling reflected on his wavy brown hair. “Hi,
honey. I was beginning to worry.”
He stepped to her, leaned down and pecked her cheek with an odd familiarity. “Your
trip must’ve been exhausting. I’m sorry the flight was overbooked, but at least the airline
found you a seat in coach.”
She wiped her cheek where his kiss still simmered on her skin. Rubbing his palms
together, he turned to the stove. “Hope you’re hungry. I made your favorite, ravioli รก la
moi. I just have to pop garlic bread in, but that won’t take too long. So go get
Frozen, she stared. His eyebrows furrowed. “I should have picked you up from the
airport. Next time, I won’t let you talk me out of it.”
Her legs refused to co-operate. She couldn't get them to move, but she managed a
sharp breath. “Who are you?”
WOW! That makes me want to grab my copy and start reading. Zrinka's giving away an ebook copy to one lucky commenter. She's standing by and waiting for your questions. 

And, if you sign up to receive my newsletter, I'll pick a winner and send a free e-copy of my book.

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