Using the WayBack Machine, let’s revisit one of my previously released books. Here’s a short excerpt from Book 4 of the MacNicol Clan Through Time series – A Time To Forgive.

Bree stopped to observe her visitor. The rider had already dismounted from his bike and was removing his helmet, a sleek black orb with a tinted face plate that when worn would obscure his features.

Still standing in the shadow of the doorway, she watched as he set the helmet on the seat of his bike and ran his fingers through his dark auburn hair, releasing his disheveled curls from the dreaded curse of helmet hair. His profile revealed a strong, nearly straight nose, bold cheekbones, and a well-formed jaw.

Bree watched a moment longer as the man unzipped his black leather jacket and tucked his shirt into his faded black jeans. The tight fit of his dark tee shirt revealed the type of rock hard muscles that came from long hours of hard work. He was one nice-looking man.

After she finished checking out the man, she checked out his bike, a sleek black-and-gray Ducati Multistrada. The model looked to be a few years old, but the Italian motorcycle was in mint condition. He obviously took good care of his toys. His Ducati was one nice-looking bike.

She judged her visitor to be in his late twenties, maybe six or seven years older than her. When he started to walk toward the front of the ranch house, Bree stepped out into the bright sunlight and shouted, “Can I help you?”

The man turned with a startled jerk. Squinting, he reached a hand up to shield his eyes from the glare of the sun. “Sorry, I didn’t see you standing there.”

“Looking for someone?”

“Yeah, Breanna Ellers. Know where I can find her?”

Bree walked forward to greet him. “I’m Breanna Ellers.”

The man fished a card from his back pocket and looked it over, then looked back at her. “You’re Breanna Ellers, the animal trainer?”

“Yeah, that’s me,” she confirmed. He was holding one of the business cards her cousin Jack had designed for her and insisted on handing out to everyone he met. Jack also had a habit of leaving them at every pet and feed store in the area, which meant this guy could be anyone.