Half Past Mourning
Santa Rita Series

By: Fleeta Cunningham | Other books by Fleeta Cunningham
Categories: Mainstream Romance, Historical
Word Count: 96,397
Heat Level: STEAMY
Published By: The Wild Rose Press

 

An hour after her wedding, Nina's new husband and his '55 Thunderbird disappear, and the search for him is inconclusive, leaving her married but alone with no answers as to what happened. Waiting for word from him, wondering where he is, she has no real future until she spies his car in a parking lot and starts asking questions.

When Professor Peter Shayne uncovers a driver's license concealed in the trunk of the T-Bird he's just purchased, he tracks down Nina for more information. As they follow clues together, Peter finds himself attracted to this woman, but what if they locate her husband? How can he declare his love for her if she's still married?

Torn and confused by the unfolding secrets of the boy she loved and married, Nina doubts she can trust her growing feelings for Peter. She must discover her husband's whereabouts, even if the truth hurts.







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Half Past Mourning
Half Past Mourning

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Excerpt

Peter didn’t believe the speed Nina held as she pushed the car into the final straightaway—she powered the vehicle across the finish line and stopped exactly on the final mark. Though it took the judges a few minutes to post her time, Peter had no doubt Nina had made a run that would hold up across the remaining drivers.

Peter crossed the asphalt between them at a lope. Nina slid out of the car grinning like a twelve-year-old with a guilty secret.

“I guess I’m not going to give you back the entry fee after all.” The laughter in her voice bubbled through her words.

“Where in the hell did you learn to drive like that, young lady?”

She shook back the curls that tumbled around her face. “When I was twelve, my uncle taught me to drive and let me practice in his parking lot. By the time I was old enough to get my license, I could drive anything I could get to run.”

“Some teacher, this uncle of yours. I’d like to get a few lessons from him myself.”

Nina’s smile faded. “Wish you could, because he’s the best. But he’s been out of the business for a while. You may have heard of him. Eldon Lassiter? He won at Indy a couple of times before he crashed against the wall.”

Eldon Lassiter? Yeah, Peter and most of the world had heard of him, the man who plowed a furrow in the wall to keep from hitting a rookie driver who lost control of his car. The crash put Lassiter in a wheelchair for life but gave the rookie only a broken collarbone.

Peter stared at the girl beside him. “And you asked to drive my car? Why?”