Where Dreams are Born
It was supposed to be a win-win situation-a safe environment in which to raise a son for single mom Vicky, housekeeping and childcare for widowed Jack. Neither one wants or expects anything more. When Jack learns his best friend fathered Vicky's son and now wants partial custody, he feels threatened. He's come to care deeply for both, and doesn't want to lose the family they've become. In desperation he offers a radical solution-marriage. Vicky knows she can do worse than marry Jack, but wonders how successful their marriage would be when its only reason for being was to keep from losing her son. Add to this a troubled child with a secret about her dead mother and a vindictive ex bent on revenge, and complications abound.
After reading women's fiction for many years, Joyce knew she wanted to create stories of her own. As the mother of four grown daughters, she's familiar with the problems women face finding love, raising children, and stepping back when necessary. While raising her daughters, she also ran the office of her husband's sub-contracting business, so she's quite familiar with multi-tasking. She is happiest when she's secluded in her office creating new worlds and people to populate them. When she's not taxing her brain with plot, structure, and grammar, she likes to sew, particularly quilts. When she really wants to rest her brain, she sprawls out in front of the TV and tries not to fall asleep. Please visit her website for information about her Tea or Sympathy light romance series, her short fiction collection called Midnight and Holding, or her six women's fiction novels, Serendipity House, named Best Indie Romance of 2011 at Red Adept Reviews, Rubies and Other Gems, Tomorrow Blossoms, Where Dreams Are Born, So Wonderful as Want, and The Mercy of Time and Chance.
Sneak Peak into the book
Like a schoolboy on his first date, Jack extended his arm along the back of the bench, casually dropping it around Vicky's shoulder. She smiled at the timeless maneuver, and then settled into the curve of his arm as if it were the most natural place in the world to be.
A dying star shot through the sky, and she watched, spellbound, as it fell from the heavens. Mesmerized by the starlight in her eyes, Jack couldn't tear his gaze away. She turned, their eyes met and held, and both knew something magical was happening. His arm tightened around her shoulder, and he swayed toward her, his lips hovering inches over hers.
Then, like Adam and Eve, they braved a brief, exploratory kiss, replete with bumped noses, embarrassed giggles, and hands with no safe place to land.
Laughing, Jack pulled away. "I don't believe this." He shook his head. "The last time I was this clumsy I was sixteen."
They made another attempt. This time, everything fell into place―hands, mouths, arms. Hearts full, they embraced each other with reverence, aware of the miracle taking place. Vicky raised her shuttered eyes to the heavens as if in thanks, and Jack brushed his lips along the smooth column of her neck. Prolonging the sweet moment of discovery, he cupped her face in his hands and dropped a kiss on each closed lid. Her mouth curved into a lazy smile, and she lowered her head to his shoulder.
But unlike the Biblical first couple, ignorant in their bliss, both knew once they stopped letting things happen and began making things happen, the thrill of a simple kiss would never be enough