Title: Destiny’s Dream (Book One: Solomon’s Gate Series)
Author: Delia Latham
Publisher: White Rose Publishing
Purchase Link: http://www.whiterosepublishing.com/Destiny39S-Dream
Pre-Release Date: Dec. 17, 2010 from www.whiterosepublishing.com
Official Release Date: Jan 18, 2011 on www.amazon.com
From the moment I began reading Destiny’s Dream, Ms. Latham captivated me with her intriguing plot and engaging characters. We meet Destiny May when she is at a low point in her life, with the passing of her mother. She meets Clay for the first time when he shows up at the wrong funeral, her mother’s. I love the chemistry between these two characters, even from that first edgy encounter. Ms. Latham truly understands how to weave a story full of likable characters that you instantly become friends with.
Through God’s leading, Destiny begins a Christian dating agency in her town and she has to deal with Clay’s initial negative reaction to her venture, as well as being threatened by an anonymous caller who does not approve of her line of work. Ms. Latham’s attention to detail draws you into the small town of Castle Creek and you are swept up in intrigue, romance and God’s protective hand. By the last page, I found myself wanting to read more about Destiny and Clay and was sad I finished the book. You don’t want to miss Destiny’s Dream. It’s a must read!
Rating ~ Excellent
Delia Latham ~ Destiny’s Dream Excerpt:
The dim porch light revealed her smile. “I had a wonderful evening, Gallagher. Thank you.”
Clay’s eyes were fixed on her lips. Could they possibly be as soft as they looked? With a monumental effort, he managed to tear his gaze upward, only to find her green eyes every bit as magnetic.
He tugged gently on a loose tendril of hair. “I’m glad, ma jolie dame. Maybe we can do it again?”
Lowering her gaze, she spoke so softly he almost missed it. “I’ll look forward to it, monsieur.”
Just when Clay thought he couldn’t resist at least a brush of those inviting lips with his own, Destiny’s spontaneous humor—apparently never far from the surface—prevented him from losing control. Her lips parted in an enchanting smile and she shrugged one shoulder. “I’m afraid that’s all the French I know, and I only learned it tonight.”
Clay chuckled. So now what? Should he just say good night and go? Should he kiss her? Man, I can’t believe how much I want to kiss her. Shake her hand?
He settled for pulling her into a gentle hug, making it possible to drop a feather-light kiss onto her hair. I think I like you far too much, pretty lady. Grinning in the dusky darkness, he decided it was all right to say the words aloud. “Je crois que je vous aime bien trop, la jolie dame.” Stepping back, he took the key from her unresisting fingers and opened the door. With a final touch—the brush of a finger under her chin—he turned and walked away.
He almost reached his car door before she called out, just as he’d hoped she would. “Clay?”
“What was it you said?”
He sent her a little grin he hoped was mysterious, raised a hand in farewell, then slid behind the wheel and drove away. A fellow had a right to keep a thing or two to himself.