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Author Takeover with Gina Holder and her new release: No Greater Love

On today’s Thoughtful Thursday, it’s all about Gina and her new book, No Greater Love. I had the pleasure of reading No Greater Love and I can confidently say you should check it out.

nogreaterlove.jpg Purchase your copy here: No Greater Love

Book Blurb:

One Book Changed Her Life…and Her Eternity

He said he’d never risk leaving a widow.
She said she’d never love a man in uniform.

Paige McDonald collects antique literature and works at the largest bookstore in Portland, Oregon. When her grandfather, a firefighter, was killed, she vowed never to fall in love with a first responder. An old Bible leads to an unexpected discovery and disrupts everything she knows about herself, her family, and God. Her desire to know the truth sends her to the town of Whitman directly into the radar of Patrol Officer Hamilton Bryant.

After the loss of his best friend and fellow officer, Hamilton vowed never to marry. He won’t risk leaving a widow. Instead, he reserves his passion for serving his family and the town he’s sworn to protect. When a series of robberies and threats against the mayor correspond with Paige’s sudden appearance in Whitman, their paths intersect.

Gina has even provided a book excerpt to add a little sparkle to your day!

Book Excerpt:

“Call 911! Call 911!”

Years of training kicked in. Paige dropped the book in her hands like a hot coal and bolted into the Green Room. A small child jerked on the floor, coughing and sputtering, while an overwrought gentleman knelt beside her.

Paige dropped to her knees and grabbed his arm. “What happened?”

He raked his hands through his hair, then clenched his fists. His words came out shaky and broken. “I don’t know. Please, help my daughter.”

The child stopped coughing. Her lips tinted blue. Not good. “I have first aid training. With your permission, I’ll do CPR.” The anxious father nodded. Paige tucked strands of her hair behind her ears. Ignoring the gathering crowd, she bent over the small child and opened the little girl’s mouth, checking her airways. Something white was visible at the back of her throat. Paige eased her hand in and felt a stick. She tugged. A lollipop came loose. She sat back on her haunches and handed the candy to the father. His face blanched. “I—I thought…”

She’s still not breathing. Paige focused on blowing into the girl’s lips. After what seemed like an eternity, the child gasped for air and began coughing again. Paige rolled her onto her side, then stroked her hair and patted her back, whispering soothing words. “It’s OK. That’s good. Just breathe.”

Moments later, the crowd parted as the EMTs came through the front door with their equipment. Paige stepped back while the father explained what had happened. She wasn’t needed here any longer, so she slipped away. Just before she reached the stairs, a cold hand grabbed her wrist. Cat Bastille’s face was ghostly pale. “How did you know what to do?”  

“My grandpa required me to take the first aid class for babysitters at the Red Cross when I was twelve. I’ve renewed my certification ever since.”

Without waiting for a reply, she climbed the stairs to the third floor and entered the employee lounge. She crossed to the lockers and leaned her head on the cool metal, shaking as the adrenaline wore off. A warm feeling spiraled like waves over her heart. “You would be so proud, Grandpa. I saved someone today.” She wiped at the tears on her cheeks, sniffled, and unlocked her locker. She checked the time on her cell phone. It was already a quarter after five. Her aunt would worry when she wasn’t home at the usual time. I’ll call her on my way to the bus stop. Aunt Hattie, her grandfather’s sister, had been her caregiver ever since his passing. At twenty-five years of age, Paige hardly needed watching over, but she couldn’t bring herself to get her own place.

Once downstairs, she pushed through the revolving door. Portland’s Pearl District bustled with boutiques, restaurants, and art galleries. People rushed here and there, never taking their eyes off their cell phones.

“Hi, cutie.” A paramedic stood outside, waiting for the others. She tried to ignore him. She swung her backpack over her shoulder and moved down the sidewalk toward the crosswalk. He followed at her heels. “You’re the one that saved that little girl.”

She pretended that a plastic bag rolling down the street distracted her. Almost to the crosswalk. Just a few more steps. Please don’t ask me out.

“I’m Alex Fletcher. Do you want to catch a movie sometime? Maybe go out to dinner?”

Paige stopped walking and shifted her backpack strap to the other shoulder. She turned to face the medic, shielding her eyes from the setting sun behind him. “I don’t date first responders.”

“Really? You don’t know what you’re missing.” Paige walked backward, shaking her head. “Come on, what’s not to like about us hero types?” The paramedic puffed out his chest.

What’s not to like? “The hero part.”

About the Author: gina

Gina Holder dreamed of being a writer from her early teen years and completed the Long Ridge Writer’s Group “Breaking into Print” course. She also graduated from Faith Bible Institute. In August 2017, she published her first novel, Whither Shall I Go?, a historical romance. No Greater Love is her first contemporary romantic suspense.

She lives in Colorado with her husband and daughter. When she’s not homeschooling her daughter or working on her next novel, she enjoys reading, watching movies, singing, and playing the piano and organ.

Blog: storiesbygina.wordpress.com
Facebook: storiesbygina
Instagram: storiesbygina
Twitter: @GinaHolder83

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