Excerpt + Giveaway: Wait for Me by Mary Kay McComas

Posted April 18th, 2013 by in Blog, Spotlight, _Contemporary / 19 comments

Excerpt + Giveaway: Wait for Me by Mary Kay McComas

Wait for Me by Mary Kay McComas

Destinies collide when two strangers find love in a moment of chaos

Holly is navigating a crowded Los Angeles International Airport terminal when the earthquake hits. Wait for Me_ Mary Mc#F011EDDazed, she fails to notice the ceiling crumbling above her. But in one swift motion, a stranger tackles her, saving her from certain death as tons of debris crash only feet from where they fall, locked in an embrace. Drawn together in a split second, Holly and Oliver find a bond they never could have expected. Can the love built in a single, dramatic moment really be the result of a passion that has spanned many lifetimes?

  SHE COULDN’T HELP BUT notice his pain. The emptiness in his dark eyes was heartrending. They were red rimmed, too, though she suspected it was not from shedding tears as much as from a constant battle to keep them at bay.

The flight from San Francisco to Los Angeles wasn’t long, but because she was pressed between a very large woman on her left and a grieving man on her right, the trip was taking on interminable dimensions.

Not that she was complaining, mind you. She had only to look at the poor sad man in the window seat, who appeared to be rather tall, to know that he was far more cramped than she. It was just that… well, she was afraid that her right leg had gone to sleep.

She tried to shift her position and bumped the lady’s elbow, jarring the book in her pudgy hand. The woman sighed, loudly.

The tiny bit of circulation she’d restored to her leg made it begin to tingle with life. She tensed and relaxed her leg muscles, but it didn’t help. Soon the tingling was like an electric shock, giving her leg a life of its own. It shook like a dog’s at a fire hydrant.

The man looked at her leg, then raised his sorrowful gaze to her face.

“Sorry,” she muttered. He was a handsome man in spite of his unhappiness. Thick dark hair. Stalwart features. A strong jaw. She wondered briefly what he might look like when he was happy—if he was ever happy.

He went back to staring out the window.

Holly sighed quietly. There didn’t seem to be enough air to get a full breath. She sighed again. It was better the second time. But the plane was getting hotter and stuffier by the minute. Or maybe she was bored and needed to think about something else.

She did a quick mental scan of her Christmas list and then composed another index of to-dos while she was in Los Angeles.

No, she decided, a few minutes later, she wasn’t bored. It was definitely getting stuffy. If she could reach the little air nozzle above her…

Slowly she raised the arm that the woman wasn’t lying on. She couldn’t reach the nozzle without sitting up straight—and that would disturb both of her traveling companions. Discouraged, she lowered her arm and hit the man square in the chest.

His look was one of surprise. As if he’d just that moment realized she was there.


He went back to staring out the window.

How long had they been in the air? she wondered. An hour? Two hours? She tried to sneak a peek out the man’s window, to see if they were circling the airport. She moved into his peripheral field of vision, and he turned his head to look at her. Their noses bumped.

“Sorry,” she said, grimacing. When her need to know overwhelmed her reluctance to disturb him, she blurted out, “What time is it?”

He looked at his watch. He frowned, tapped the crystal several times, then muttered a curse.

“My watch stopped,” he said, turning back to the window.

“Is this the longest flight from San Francisco to L.A. you’ve ever been on, or what? I feel like I’ve been here for days,” she said to no one particular, simply needing to speak.

The woman beside her turned a page in her book. The man shifted his legs uncomfortably and tried to ignore her.

“You must feel like you’ve been here for weeks,” she said, and when he looked at her, she added, “You look real uncomfortable, wadded up in your seat that way. Time always seems a lot slower when you’re uncomfortable… and when you’re in a hurry.”

“What makes you think I’m in a hurry?” He was watching her the way he might a bug he couldn’t reach with his shoe or swat at with a newspaper.

“If you weren’t in a hurry, you’d have booked your flight earlier and gotten a better seat—on the aisle or in first class,” she said, noting the fine cloth and superior fit of his suit. Then, despite her best intentions, she said, “I hope it’s nothing too serious. I hope everything turns out for the best.”

“You hope what’s not too serious?”

“The unhappiness you’re going to face in L.A.”

He scowled at her as if she were just another California nut dressed in human’s clothing, and turned back to the window.

She sat silently, pinched between her mute travel mates, until the flight attendant stopped her cart beside them. She wasn’t thirsty, but she ordered and paid for a little bottle of Jack Daniels and refused the ice. The flight attendant moved on.

Holly stared mindlessly at the tiny bottle and empty cup for several minutes before she twisted the top off and poured the brown liquid smoothly into the plastic cup. She handed it to the man.

A soft nudge to his leg drew his attention to her gift. His gaze lifted to her face, shifted over the seat to see that the attendant had passed by without his notice, then returned to the woman beside him.

Her eyes were golden brown, he observed, taking the cup from her fingers spontaneously. Nice hands, long and well groomed. But her eyes… Why hadn’t he noticed before how rich they were? How they seemed to look straight into him?

And the cup? One whiff told him it was whiskey. It triggered a deep, familiar reflex in his brain, telling him it would dull his pain a bit. Like a trusting patient, frightened and reckless in his need for relief, he gulped the potion down.

“Thanks,” he said, the whiskey still hot and burning in his throat, the calm reassurance in her eyes intensifying the warmth in his belly. He handed the cup back to her, noting the Jack Daniels label on the bottle. His brand. “Let me pay you.”

He started to squirm in his seat, reaching into his breast pocket for his wallet. Her hand covered his through the cloth. His gaze lifted to hers. His heart pounded against his hand.

She shook her head once and removed her hand. Without words, she told him that to repay her act of kindness would be a huge insult. He wasn’t in the mood and he didn’t have the energy to insult anyone, much less this strange woman with the heart-shaped face and the earth-colored eyes, as warm and wise as the land itself.

He nodded his thanks once more, then turned back to the window. Holly sat for long moments wondering why she’d bought the man a drink. She was glad she had, but… well, she hadn’t thought about it. She’d just done it mindlessly, the way she would scratch an itch on the end of her nose.

It was strange indeed, but she wasn’t one to over-analyze things. There didn’t seem to be much point in it when everything in her life was strange to one degree or another anyway.

While the engines hummed, her thoughts grew heavy, and she was warm in the close quarters. She became drowsy and closed her eyes.

“My father’s dying,” the man said out of the blue. Holly opened her eyes. She turned her head to look at him. He was still facing the window. “Heart attack. It’s not his first.”

Instinctively Holly curled her fingers over the hand on his leg. It jerked away, then quickly returned to snatch her hand into a tight grasp.


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Mary McComas Bio:

HJ_McComas_Author PhotoMary Kay McComas is an acclaimed romance novelist and the author of twenty-one short contemporary romances, five novellas, and two novels. McComas has received numerous honors and prizes for her work, including the Washington Romance Writers’ Outstanding Achievement Award and two Career Achievement Awards from Romantic Times (one for Best New Novel and another for Most Innovative Romance Series). She has recently contributed to Nora Roberts’s J. D. Robb fantasy anthologies, with highly praised paranormal romance stories. McComas and her family live in Virginia’s Shenandoah Valley.      

This ebook features an extended biography of Mary Kay McComas.  

Author and Book Pages: 

Mary McComas Author Page: http://www.openroadmedia.com/mary-k-mccomas

The Cinderella Search Book Page: http://www.openroadmedia.com/wait-for-me



19 Responses to “Excerpt + Giveaway: Wait for Me by Mary Kay McComas”

  1. Emma Fitzgerald

    Yes. I live in the Adelaide Hills, in Australia and have been woken in the middle of the night by an earthquake of only 3.8 but when you have never experienced one before its a little terrifying! We thought a truck had crashed into the front of our house.

  2. Lauren

    I have lived through a few hurricanes throughout my lifetime thus far. The latest, Hurricane Sandy, caused our power to be out for a few days. My sister lost her power for over two weeks. One of my dear friends lost her home and is in the process of rebuilding. She lives on the NJ shore. Through donations and hard work the shore will hopefully be thriving once again!

  3. Christine Merritt

    As a child growing up in Louisiana I remember Hurricane Camille and Hurricane Carmen. We didn’t have power, water or assistance for a week after Hurricane Camille hit. There were 135 deaths and 27 people missing as a result of Camille.

    In 1987 I was in California during the 5.9 Whittier Hills earthquake that killed 8 people. I was at my grandmothers home that day, we were all thrown to the floor and my Grammy lost every single teapot in her collection of over 100, except for the ceramic one I made for her.

    In Gravel Ridge, Arkansas while staying with my paternal grandmother there was a tornado and that scared my sister and I so badly that we prayed for no more tornadoes in our nightly prayers for months afterward.


    6.8 earthquake, february 2001, washington state. i was 6 months pregnant and working in a 5 story building. it was terrifying. i was underneath my desk. the building felt like it was swaying several feet in each direction. i thought for sure the building was going to fall over.

  5. Ashlea Rhodes

    We had one in Melbourne last year it was big to we never get them. And yet I was out and did not know till I went on Facebook that it had happen. We never get them so when we do I go and miss it and did not feel a thing. Hahahaha

  6. Kai W.

    I have been through the Whittier, Lander, and Big Bear earthquakes. The biggest one I went through was the Northridge Earthquake. I have to thank God that my sister moved back home before the apartment, she was renting near Cal State Northridge, collapsed.

  7. Sue Peace

    I haven’t experienced any major quakes here (Vancouver Island), though they keep telling us we’re due for one! Ok, I’ll try to be quick with our tremor…in 2001 my daughter was a baby lying on the couch beside me and my 21 month old (if that) was climbing on and off his little tykes crazy coupe car, sliding off the roof, etc. So then he did it again and I was sure the house shook! Then again and I thought, wow, that’s wierd, the house doesn’t usually shake when he falls off that! Well, then I noticed the lamp shaking and the chandelier swinging, lol…we were feeling an earthquake that I think was in Seattle, can’t remember now.

  8. kp

    I live in Massachusetts and we recently experienced an earthquake…no damage but could certainly feel it!

  9. Jennifer Zorko-Legan

    I live in Cleveland, Ohio, and we have had earthquakes before. Nothing major like what you guys get, but big enough to shake things up a bit. When Hurricane Sandy hit New Jersey in the fall we got the full brunt of it. We get water spouts on the Lake, but (knock on wood) no Tornados.

  10. Alicia Jespersen

    I’ve experienced one big earthquake, well what seemed big in second grade lol. The desks started shaking and we thought some one was juggling their desk. But nope it was an earthquake. It was actually pretty cool. But then the school found out there was a crack in one of the walls. So yea, that’s pretty much the only natural occurrence I’ve seen/felt.

  11. Marcy Shuler

    I live in Michigan but thankfully haven’t experienced a tornado, though they are common here. When I was in college I awakened in the middle of the night to an earthquake. I woke others to make sure I wasn’t just losing my mind about the shaking. LOL Turns out it was centered in Kentucky. That’s the closest I’ve ever come and that’s just fine with me.

  12. Cindy Hamilton

    Where to start-Hurricane Ivan totally wiped us out when we lived in Florida(nothing left) then we moved to Alabama, now we are living in the tornado areas, so every bad storm we have to be on guard.

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