Authors are creative people. We need to write. Although usually we also are creative in other ways. I love to bake and make jewelry. Other people paint. Creative people simply must create in some way.
Erica, in Drawn to Him, is just another creative person. As an art teacher, she creates lesson plans to engage students but she also is an artist. She needs to have a paintbrush in hand.
Are you a creative person? Are you finding it harder during the pandemic to create? Or is this giving you a burst of energy??
Tammy Mannersly's latest release, Drawn to Him is a story of love first and foremost but it's also about small towns... the gossip, how everyone knows each other. Drawn to Him is a book you won't want to put down. Compelling characters, exciting storyline. Grab your copy today!!
The new doctor in town is attracting some attention, especially of the female persuasion, but art teacher, Erica Townsend is blissfully unaware until she ends up injured and in his office. Too bad she’d vowed to resist love—that traitorous emotion, the destroyer of lives—after numerous failed relationships. Something about Matt, about their electrifying connection has her wondering if he might just be…the one.
Dr. Matthew Garrick is tired of playing wing-man for his best friend. It isn’t that he wishes to look for love, rather the opposite. But the eagerness of some of the single women in their small country town unnerves him. That is, until a certain stunning brunette appears in the waiting room of his medical practice. Her touch sparks something deep inside him, jolting his heart into a new rhythm and Matt makes it his mission to win’s Erica love. Can he convince her to take a risk on him and what they share together?
As the good doctor strives to show Erica that love doesn’t have to come at a price, his dangerous secret admirer threatens to prove otherwise.
Whoever said love wasn’t dangerous?
Matt carefully lifted the white lid of the stylish box. After shifting a mass of silver tissue paper, he noted the smooth, gray fabric of a familiar piece of clothing and drew the item free. It was the same shirt he’d worn to the life drawing class last Friday, the same shirt he’d been wearing when he’d returned to Unique Art Boutique later that night, and the same shirt he’d ruined when he’d torn it off himself to get naked with Erica for the very first time.
Nate touched a smooth gray sleeve. “It’s a dress shirt.”
Desperate to elucidate the item’s importance, Matt opened his mouth to answer but spluttered as he tried to swallow and breathe in all at once. Matt dropped the garment into the box and stepped backward, his whole-body convulsing as he coughed.
“You all right, buddy?” Nate slapped Matt on the back in an effort to clear his airways.
Matt nodded and finally stopped coughing. Straightening, he breathed deeply.
“Thank God.” Nate chuckled. “For a split-second there, I was thinking anthrax.”
“I think it might be worse.” Matt’s voice was hoarse.
“It’s just a shirt, buddy. How could it be worse?”
Matt’s heart raced, his skin becoming cool and clammy. He took another calming breath before glancing down at the elaborately decorated crimson and pink card on the desk. “I own the exact same shirt. It got damaged last Friday night, the first night Erica and I got together.”
A smile pulled at his friend’s lips, but Matt shook his head.
“No, Erica didn’t send this. I think someone else was there that night, watching us.”
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