A Dare and a Prayer by Julie Lessman

   Julie has out done herself again.  A Dare and a Prayer is another one of her epic page turners, gotta read another chapter, can't put the book down type of book.  I've been reading her books for years now and haven't been disappointed yet.  Humor, clean romance, serious and God she's got me with it all.  If you haven't read any of Julie's books you ought to try it with A Dare and a Prayer. She'll get you pulled in as a fan as well.  Even though this is the third book in her series you won't feel like you've missed out by not reading the first two books.  Then  you can go back and read the rest her her books.  PS:  There are alot of them.   Julie writes from the heart with God in her view.   

Sneak-Peek Excerpt

A Dare and a Prayer

SETUP: Henry is walking Amy back to her quarters when they get into a fight over a kiss he
gave her in the last chapter. The following excerpt begins at the end of a chapter that is in
Henry’s POV and continues with the beginning of the next chapter in Amy’s POV.

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Blasting out a sigh of frustration, he gouged fingers through his hair, his anger tapering off when
he realized they wouldn’t get anywhere with both of them shouting. “Look, Amy, I’m sorry if
you’re upset,” he said quietly, “sorry if I read signals you didn’t intend to send, but the truth
about that kiss is that you came on to me as much as I came on to you because whether you want
to admit it or not, you liked it as much as I did, and I dare you to deny it.”
 

Chapter Twenty-Five

“Ohhhhhh!” Amy spun around and kicked at a rock, tears filling her eyes and dousing her temper
because she knew he was right—she couldn’t deny it, but oh, how she wanted to! She clutched
her arms to her waist, hating the fact that she’d gone and done exactly what she’d vowed she
wouldn’t do—give Henry Dennehy an “in.” In one jagged beat of her heart, the memory of “the
kiss” invaded her mind, and shame broiled her cheeks.
An “in” in more ways than one …
She bowed her head, hand to her eyes. Over the last week, she’d done everything in her power to
purge him from her mind, but the memory of that kiss refused to comply, haunting her day and
night until she wanted to scream. Months of spending time with him at Camp Susupe, on base, at
mess and chapel, had softened her toward him, his easy nature, his ready humor, his dogged
resistance. But it had been his love and compassion for Li, Koyu, Kei, and the children, and his
sweet affection for Sister Genevieve and the sisters that had stolen her heart, along with the wild
little boy she saw so often inside of the man.
Even so, she’d held her emotions at bay, unwilling to fall for a man with more faith in himself
than in God, more interested in women than in just one. But then that kiss had sealed her doom,
and now the very notion that she was falling under his spell completely overwhelmed her.
Shoulders slumping in defeat, she had no power over the tears that slowly trickled her cheeks.
“Amy,” he whispered, his voice suddenly closer than before, “don’t shut me out, please. I care
about you—more than I ever expected to, so I’m asking you to give me a chance.”

A chance. She slapped at the tears on her cheeks. Unwilling to turn around, she raised her head,
as stiff as the fists clenched at her sides. “What? To break my heart like you do every other girl?”
She startled when he gently turned her around to face him. “No,” he said softly, stepping back to
bury his hands in his pockets, looking more like an uncomfortable little boy than the confident
Romeo who wreaked havoc on women. Those broad shoulders lifted in an awkward manner. “I
mean, that’s not my intent,” he said, voice fading to low, “at least not anymore.”
She folded her arms to her waist, as tight as the clip of her voice. “Then, what exactly is your
intent, Henry?”
Even in the moonlight, she could see a ruddy blush creep into his face as he gave another shrug.
“I don’t know,” he said with a cuff of his neck, gaze pinned to his boots rather than her face. “I
just know that I like you—a lot—and I enjoy your company.” He finally glanced up, his serious
gaze locking onto hers. “I guess I just want to get to know you a whole lot better, that’s all.”
“You mean romantically.” Her tone was flat.
The edge of his mouth tipped up in a near-crooked grin. “Well, yeah—I mean after that
thunderbolt of a kiss—come on. I’m pretty sure deep down, that’s what we both want, isn’t it?”
Her heart cramped. Oh, Henry—I do. But not ultimately with you …
He moved in once more to buff her arms with those magical hands, true to their skill when she
felt the heat begin to build all over again. His voice was a mastery all its own as if massaging her
like those practiced fingers. “I want more than kisses, Amy—I want you. Your laughter, your
keen mind, your purity and your deep faith, your love of children and innate giving to others, and
especially your heart for Li and her sisters.” As if feeling her weakness, he slowly pulled her in,
his breath warm against her ear before he teased it with his tongue. Her eyelids weighted closed
like lead as her breath grew as ragged as her resistance. “I want all of you, Amy Leigh,” he
whispered, skimming her jaw with his lips before taking her mouth with his own.
She caught her breath as that same traitorous sensation of fire kindled deep in her belly to
capture her all over again, rendering her too weak to fight the pull of his arms, the press of his
body, the taste of his mouth mingling with hers.
They were both breathless when he finally pulled back to touch her forehead with his, her body
thrumming while his hold remained as possessive as his kiss. “Please, Amy, give me a chance,”
he whispered, leaning to nuzzle his way to the lobe of her ear, gently taking it in his mouth with
a groan that matched hers to a rasp.
Nearly gasping for breath, she pushed him away, stunned at the control he seemed to have over
her. This may be what her body wanted, but she knew to the depth of her soul it wasn’t what her
heart wanted and more importantly, what God wanted either.
Resist the devil and he will flee.

Battling a hard shiver, she squeezed her eyes shut and prayed, arms shaking as she held him at
bay. Lord, help me, please …
“Amy? What do you say?” He broke her hold when he slowly slid his arms to her waist to draw
her in once again, his whisper warm against her skin. “Give me a chance, please?”
Her eyelids flew open and alarm curled in her stomach when his eyes sheathed closed, his body
leaning in for another kiss.
“No!” she shouted, no longer concerned with who might hear or who might see. With a ferocity
she hadn’t known she possessed, she slammed her palms to his chest so hard, he literally
stumbled back, mouth hanging open in shock. Backing up considerably she bludgeoned a stiff
finger in the air. “You’re a devil, Henry Dennehy, and if you ever touch me again, I will scream
my fool head off, do you hear?”
His gaze quickly darted up and down the nearly dark road before facing her again, scratching the
back of his neck with a hint of that crooked smile he wielded against her and every other woman.
It shadowed his lips with tease despite a telltale groove between those golden-blond brows. “Uh,
I think everybody heard, Princess,” he said with a touch of humor he apparently hoped would
soften her stance.
It didn’t.
“You can smirk all you want, Hotshot, but you and I?”—she waved a hand between the two of
them—“we’re done.” She spun on her heel to walk away.
“Amy, wait,” he said in a near plea, his hand mere inches from grasping her arm before she
jerked away and opened her mouth to scream.
“No, wait!” He distanced himself on the double, palms in the air. “See? I’m backing off, okay?
So don’t scream, please?” Huffing out a blast of surrender, he raked a shaky hand through his
hair. “Look, Amy, I won’t touch you again, I swear, but I have a duty to escort you to your
quarters, so please, can’t we at least discuss this while I see you home?”
Arms barricaded to her chest, she assessed him through narrow eyes, wondering if she could ever
trust a man like Henry Dennehy. A melancholy sigh slowly seeped through her lips when she
suddenly realized she couldn’t even trust herself with a man like him. “Yes, we can discuss it,
Lieutenant, as long as you stay six feet away.”
He blinked, that formidable jaw disengaging once more before it snapped shut in a tight
compression that told her she’d effectively engaged his temper. He slammed his fists into his
pockets and started walking, gaze straight ahead.
Good. Temper she could deal with. Passion, apparently not.

Julie Lessman is an award-winning author whose tagline of “Passion With a Purpose” underscores her intense passion for both God and romance. A lover of all things Irish, she enjoys writing close-knit Irish family sagas that evolve into 3-D love stories: the hero, the heroine, and the God that brings them together.

 

Author of The Daughters of Boston, Winds of Change, Heart of San Francisco, Isle of Hope, Silver Lining Ranch, and The Cousins O’Connor series, Julie was American Christian Fiction Writers 2009 Debut Author of the Year and has garnered over 21 Romance Writers of America and other awards. Voted #1 Romance Author in Family Fictionmagazine’s 2012 and 2011 Readers Choice Awards, Julie’s novels also made Family Fiction magazine’s Best of 2015, Best of 2014, and “Essential Christian Romance Authors” 2017-20, 2021 and 2023, as well as Booklist’s 2010 Top 10 Inspirational Fiction and Borders Best Fiction. Her independent novel A Light in the Window was an International Digital Awards winner, a 2013 Readers' Crown Award winner, and a 2013 Book Buyers Best Award winner. 

 

Julie has also written a self-help workbook for writers entitled Romance-ology 101: Writing Romantic Tension for the Sweet and Inspirational Markets. Contact Julie through her website and read excerpts from each of her books at www.julielessman.com.

 

 

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