terri osburn: meant to be

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First off, thank you, Alisa, for this opportunity. I love this site and the fun vibe you have going. I am happy to report that my first novel, a contemporary romance called MEANT TO BE, went live to the world this week. The buildup was lots of stress eating and hand-wringing, but now that it’s out, I can breathe.

And continue to stress eat. Sigh.

MEANT TO BE is the first in my Anchor Island Series. Anchor Island is a fictitious place based on the real life Ocracoke Island at the base of the Outer Banks in North Carolina. It is accessible by ferry only, a twelve mile landing strip, then a village about two miles wide and one mile long.

Yes, I take small town to a whole new level. Needless to say, there are no traffic lights on Anchor Island. There is also no cell phone service. SMALL!

So, when the book opens, the heroine, Beth Chandler, is on the ferry on her way to meet her future in-laws. She’s alone because her fiancé, Lucas Dempsey, is a workaholic who needed to stop at the office before they left Richmond and sent her on ahead. As a people pleaser, Beth has a tendency to do these sorts of things she’d rather not do, but that would make others happy.

This particular setup—alone riding a ferry—is a problem because Beth has a deep-seated fear of drowning. Well, technically, she’s only afraid of drowning while riding a boat. She can take a bath with no panic whatsoever. Anyway, she’s in the midst of a panic attack when along comes a hero of the four-legged variety. Oh yeah, and he has a friend.

Breathing in through her nose, she blew the air out through her mouth. Just then, hot breath fluttered over her left arm and an unpleasant smell filled her nostrils.

That could not be her breath.

Heavy panting invaded the silence of the car and Beth opened one eye to find the source. Big brown eyes sur­rounded by rust-colored fur stared back. One ear flopped forward while a black tongue lolled to the side. The animal tilted his head and lifted a large paw, propping it on her thigh.

She might have flinched had she not been frozen in fear.

“What’d you find, Dozer?” asked a voice from some­where behind the intruder.

Looking past the mutt, she saw a man draw up behind him. Bright blue eyes and a stubble-covered chin were all she registered before shifting her focus back to her hands. Defending herself against a madman on a barge was prob­ably going to be difficult without the use of her hands.

“Hi there,” he said, giving the dog a pat on the head. Then he mumbled, “Good boy.” Presumably to the dog.

The stranger’s voice, low and sensual, vibrated down her spine. Her hands relaxed enough to allow blood flow back into her knuckles. The book hadn’t suggested finding a sexy guy to talk her down. She should have looked harder until she found one written by a woman.

“Hi,” she said, her brain now as uncooperative as her hands. She ventured another glance in the dog owner’s direction and her entire body sighed.

The man was, as her granny would say, built for sin. Full lips, strong jaw, and one deep dimple finished off a face gifted with the bluest eyes she’d ever seen. Wide shoulders filled out a navy-blue T-shirt that tapered down to a narrow waist and low-slung jeans. She couldn’t see his feet behind the dog, but would bet her best business suit he sported work boots.

Talk about answered prayers. This was a flotation device she wouldn’t mind going down with.

Things get a little complicated from here as an attraction ignites (which she’s prepared to ignore as she’s an engaged woman), but then Beth learns that the dog owner is her future brother-in-law, Joe Dempsey. There’s lots of tension, a villainess who happens to be Joe’s ex-fiance, and a great deal of angst. But there is a happy ending. You’ll just have to read the whole thing to see how that happens.

Thanks again to Alisa for having me here today. If you’d like to learn more about me or my work, you can grab all the details on my website at http://www.terriosburn.com.

Blurb:

Sometimes the next best thing is what you’ve been looking for all along…

Beth Chandler has spent her whole life pleasing others. She went to law school to make her grandparents happy. She agreed to marry her workaholic boyfriend, Lucas, to make him happy. And, despite her fear of boats, she took a ferry to see Lucas’s parents just to make them happy.

While suffering through a panic attack on the ferry, Beth meets a tall, sexy stranger who talks her down from her fear—and makes her heart flutter in the process. Soon, she has a new reason to panic: her gorgeous, blue-eyed rescuer is Lucas’s brother, Joe.

But could she ever leave her fiancé for his own brother…even if Lucas is more focused on making partner than on making their relationship work…and even if Joe turns out to be everything she never knew she wanted?

Excerpt:

Breathing in through her nose, she blew the air out through her mouth. Just then, hot breath fluttered over her left arm and an unpleasant smell filled her nostrils.

That could not be her breath.

Heavy panting invaded the silence of the car, and Beth opened one eye to find the source. Big brown eyes sur­rounded by rust-colored fur stared back. One ear flopped forward while a black tongue lolled to the side. The animal tilted his head and lifted a large paw, propping it on her thigh.

She might have flinched had she not been frozen in fear.

“What’d you find, Dozer?” asked a voice from some­where behind the intruder.

Looking past the mutt, she saw a man draw up behind him. Bright blue eyes and a stubble-covered chin were all she registered before shifting her focus back to her hands. Defending herself against a madman on a barge was prob­ably going to be difficult without the use of her hands.

“Hi there,” he said, giving the dog a pat on the head. Then he mumbled, “Good boy.” Presumably to the dog.

The stranger’s voice, low and sensual, vibrated down her spine. Her hands relaxed enough to allow blood flow back into her knuckles. The book hadn’t suggested finding a sexy guy to talk her down. She should have looked harder until she found one written by a woman.

“Hi,” she said, her brain now as uncooperative as her hands. She ventured another glance in the dog owner’s direction and her entire body sighed.

The man was, as her granny would say, built for sin. Full lips, strong jaw, and one deep dimple finished off a face gifted with the bluest eyes she’d ever seen. Wide shoulders filled out a navy-blue T-shirt that tapered down to a narrow waist and low-slung jeans. She couldn’t see his feet behind the dog, but would bet her best business suit he sported work boots.

Talk about answered prayers. This was a flotation device she wouldn’t mind going down with.

A sound that could only be called a meep escaped her lips. Engaged women were not supposed to have lustful thoughts about men who were not their fiancé. Being engaged for a mere two weeks was no excuse.

“Are you okay?” he asked, clearly recognizing insanity when he saw it.

“I’m fine,” she yelled, panic raising her voice several decibels. Though she wasn’t sure if the panic was still over imminent death or her heightened hormone levels. “No problem here. Move along, please.”

The dog set his other paw on her leg and nearly climbed onto her lap, his head popping up between her arms. “What’s he doing?” she asked.

The man chuckled and Beth shivered. “Saying hello.”

A dark tongue dangled dangerously close to her nose. “Do you feed him black licorice or something?” The dog’s entire tongue was black. “That’s the chow in him. Also what gives him that big head. You should hear him bark.”

Right on cue, the dog did just that, making her ears ring. If she hadn’t been staring into the face of a dog, Beth would swear a grizzly had climbed into her car. “You need a breath mint. Bad.”

“You’ve scared her enough, Doze. Get off the pretty lady.” As the dog backed out of the car, Beth tried to ignore the compliment, but felt a blush heat her cheeks. “This crossing takes a while,” he said. “You could come out and walk around. Most people do.”

“People are walking around?” Fear momentarily trumped by amazement, Beth turned toward the stranger as far as the seat belt and her grip on the wheel would allow. “How can people be taking a leisurely stroll as if we aren’t all about to perish in the sea?”

“Just trusting, I guess.” The man smiled as he took a step back. Her libido tried to take a step forward. Seat belts really were lifesaving devices.

Buy Links:

Kindle > http://www.amazon.com/Meant-Anchor-Island-Novel-ebook/dp/B00AQ2A886/

Print > http://www.amazon.com/Meant-Be-Anchor-Island-Novel/dp/1612183085/

Website > http://www.terriosburn.com

Facebook Page > https://www.facebook.com/TerriOsburnAuthor

Twitter > @TerriOsburn

Pinterest > http://pinterest.com/terriosburn/

Goodreads > http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6873792.Terri_Osburn

Bio:

Born in the Ohio Valley, Terri relocated below the Mason Dixon line in the early 1990s after experiencing three blizzards in eighteen months. Seeking warmer climes, she landed in Nashville, did a stint in Arkansas, and eventually moved to the East Coast, where she settled near the ocean. Reading has always been a passion in her life, with Romance her chosen genre, but it wasn’t until 2007 she endeavored to write her own. Five years and many pages later, in 2012, she was named a finalist in the Romance Writers of America® Golden Heart® contest. An agent and contract soon followed. Terri resides in Virginia with a teenager, a Yorkipoo, and two fat and happy tabbies. To learn more about this author and her work, visit her website at http://www.terriosburn.com.

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4 thoughts on “terri osburn: meant to be”

  1. I love this book!! I love the scene she posted above but it just gets better from there. If you haven’t already read this one, go forth to Amazon, B&N.com, or wherever you get your ebooks and download right now. 🙂

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