Storm's Interlude is Two Years Old!

I'm celebrating a book birthday today!

Two years ago Storm's Interlude released. I had no clue what it was like to be a published author, but I did know what it was like to hold my debut book in my hands and cry like a baby. Many, many years of dreaming of being published cannot come to fruition for anyone without a great deal of emotional blood-letting--or baptism by tears.

What should one do on a book's birthday, you might ask. I'm thinking I should give away a copy of Storm's Interlude to two lucky commenters who answer my question. Don't you think that might be fair? The winner has a choice: Paperback or eBook versions. All you have to do is answer one question.

Nurse Rachel Dennison comes to Texas determined to help prepare her new patient for a second round of chemo. What she isn’t counting on is her patient’s twin brother, Storm Masterson.

Half-Native American with the ability to have “vision dreams,” Storm dreams about Rachel and her blue eyes for three nights before her arrival. Both are unprepared for the firestorm of emotions their first chance encounter ignites. Even so, Storm has two things Rachel won’t abide: a domineering personality and a fiancée.

Yet, ultimately, it is Rachel’s past, an abusive, maniacal ex-boyfriend—that threatens to tear them apart…and Storm’s dreams that brings them together again. 

Excerpt:

Storm heard off-key singing when he opened the back door. He quietly toed off his boots in the mudroom before stepping into the kitchen.

An open laptop sat on the wooden kitchen table. Beside it was a mug of steaming tea. On the counter was a loaf of wheat bread next to a jar of peanut butter. Protruding from the opened refrigerator was a cute behind, covered by baggy yellow pajama bottoms, wiggling to the beat of the song being sung. “Shot through the heart and you’re to blame, you give love a bad name.”

The off-tune singing stopped, but that perfectly rounded bottom continued to wiggle. “Pickles...pickles. Surely there are pickles in this huge refrigerator. Maybe some of those sweet little Gherkins. Oh, look, cottage cheese. You give love a bad name…” The off-tune singer extracted a container from the crowded contents of the refrigerator, absently reaching out to set it on the counter.

Sneaking up behind her in his stocking feet, he placed a hand on the edge of the open door of the refrigerator and leaned over her bent body. 

She moved a pitcher of orange juice. “Okay, pickles, where are you hiding?”

“Check behind the milk.”

Rachel yelped and spun around, her hand to her heart. Her big blue eyes opened impossibly wide. “You! Wha...what are you doing here?”

He held out his hand. “Hello, Rachel. I’m Storm Masterson, Sunny’s twin brother.”

“You…you’re Sunny’s brother? Don’t you dare touch me.” She made a fist and had the audacity to shake it under his nose. He didn’t know whether to laugh or paddle that cute behind she’d been wiggling earlier. “You…you just keep your hands and your lips to yourself. You…you naked, kissing bandit.”

Storm leaned his head back and laughed. “Well, I’m not naked now. Just how do I classify as a bandit? I didn’t steal anything from you.”

Rachel fisted her hands on her hips, leaned in and narrowed her eyes in such an appealing way he was overcome with a keen desire to kiss her softly and slowly, the kind of kiss that made you sigh partway through it. “You stole a kiss from me.” Her eyebrow arched. “Or have you forgotten?”

He smiled, his hands itching to touch her. What man walking the face of this earth could forget a kiss like the one they’d shared earlier? “Is it called stealing when the woman gives as good as she got?”

Rachel shook her fist again. “Back up, buster. I’ll not be kissed like that again.”  

MY QUESTION FOR YOU TO ANSWER ~ What was Rachel looking for in the refrigerator? Please leave your email address so I can contact you, should you win.