Thursday, April 5, 2012

Delia Latham's Gypsy's Game

Born and raised in Weedpatch, California, Delia Latham moved to Oklahoma in '08, making her a self-proclaimed California Okie. She loves to read and write in her country home, and gets a kick out of watching her husband play Farmer John. She's a Christian wife, mother, grandmother, sister and friend, but especially loves being a princess daughter to the King of Kings. She loves Dr. Pepper and hearing from her readers. Contact her through her website or e-mail delia AT delialatham DOT net.
Delia writes inspirational romance and women's fiction, and is currently contracted through White Rose Publishing and Vinspire Publishing.

Back Cover Blurb 

Gypsy Lovell stands to inherit an enormous amount of money from a father who never gave her anything but a ridiculous name. Even now, he doesn’t make it easy. A stipulation in the man’s will demands that Gypsy be married in order to claim what is hers.

Desperate for the monetary windfall that could save her ailing mother’s life, Gypsy visits a Christian dating agency, hoping to find a temporary husband. Someone easy to handle for the required six months, and easy to get rid of when she no longer needs him.

Jal Garridan is neither of those things, but he's willing to take on the challenge presented by the beautiful stranger—on his own terms.

What Gypsy doesn’t know is that Solomon’s Gate is a dating agency with a Divine connection. What she finds there may save more than her mother’s life. It may save Gypsy’s soul.

Book Trailer 

Book Excerpt 

   If someone had told her two weeks ago that she’d be sitting where she sat right now, she’d have threatened to turn them into a toad. Not that she had the slightest idea how to turn a person into any kind of amphibian, but she’d been born with the sultry looks to match her ridiculous name, so people tended to suspect she might.
   Until now, Gypsy'd had no plans to ever be married. Watching her mother fade and draw into herself after being abandoned by the love of her life—Gypsy’s father—freed Gypsy of any illusions about romance in general, and certainly about happy ever afters.
   But Destiny didn’t know that. And Gypsy wasn't going to tell her.
   “Well, if your application is approved and you become an official Solomon’s Gate Seeker, then we’ll pray that your first experience will also be your last.” The owner’s open smile lit up her whole face, including the mesmerizing green eyes with their fringe of lush, dark lashes. She peeked at the application attached to a clipboard on her lap. “Speaking of prayer. I haven’t asked you yet about your faith.” She looked up and straight into Gypsy’s soul. “You are a Christian, aren’t you?”
   “Depends on what you call a Christian.”
   The other woman’s smile took a slow leave. “Have you accepted Jesus Christ as your Savior? Do you believe that He is Lord? That He died for the sins of the world, that He rose again on the third day, and that He now lives in the hearts of those who love Him and live according to His Word?” Her otherwise smooth brow furrowed enough to place a neat little crease across her forehead. “It’s not a trick question, Gypsy. Either you are a Christian, or you’re not.”
   Gypsy shrugged. “Then I guess I’m not. Is that a problem?”
   “Yes, I’m afraid it is.” Destiny laid aside the application she’d been studying and shook her head. “My Seekers are Christians. That’s the foundation Solomon’s Gate is built on. I rarely make exceptions to that rule, and then only when I feel a direct unction from the Holy Spirit.”
   What on earth was the woman talking about? Unction? Holy Spirit?
She stood and crossed to a window that offered a view of a huge, rolling green lawn. She had hoped not to have to explain herself in too much detail. Heaven only knew how much she needed to find what she was looking for in a hurry. She didn’t have time to go traipsing off to Sacramento—the nearest large metropolis—to find an agency without all the goody-goody hang-ups.
   “Let me be honest, Destiny. I’m not here to find—” Gypsy tossed a derisive glance at the scripture on the wall. “—‘he whom my soul loveth.’ I have no use for romance, and I don’t believe in love. I just need a husband for a few months.”
  “I—I beg your pardon?” Destiny stammered.
   Her elegant hostess seemed a bit ruffled. Oh, well.
   “Look, I’m sorry, but I don’t have time to play games. I stand to inherit quite a bit of money. Money I desperately need.” She balled her fists at her side and steeled her voice. “I am entitled to that inheritance, and I intend to have it. My father owes me.”
   “What does that have to do with your being here?”
   Gypsy crossed the room to stand in front of the other woman. “I can’t claim any of this inheritance unless I’m married. And I have to stay married at least six months in order to get the entirety of it.” She tried to smile, and felt her lips curl into what felt more like a bitter snarl. “My dad wasn’t around while I was growing up. He left when I was four and we—my mother and I—never heard from him again. Until now, that is, and apparently this is his last laugh. Dangling his money in front of me like a carrot, then jerking it out of reach by attaching this ridiculous stipulation to the will.”
   Destiny stood and crossed her arms under her breasts. Her shoulders raised a bit, hunching toward her neck, and she shook her head. “I’m afraid I can’t help you, Gypsy. I’m sorry.”
   Something in the matchmaker’s somber gaze gripped Gypsy’s heart. Sadness? Pity? Whatever it was, it curled her stomach into a tight little ball and stung the backs of her eyes with forbidden tears.
   On to Sacramento then.
   She bent to pick up her purse and slipped the strap over her shoulder, then met Destiny’s gaze, which now brimmed with moisture. Oh, good heavens. Waterworks. Just what she needed.
   Pretending not to notice the matchmaker’s emotional reaction, Gypsy offered her hand. “I’m sorry too. I wish we could have made it work.”
   To her surprise, Destiny ignored her outstretched hand and pulled her into a warm hug. “I’ll pray for you, Gypsy.” She stepped back and swiped at her damp cheeks with one hand. “I really w—”
   “I’ll do it.” A deep, resonant voice interrupted, and both women spun around to face the door. “I’ll marry the lady.”
   Gypsy sucked in a startled breath. She wasn’t fond of men, but she wasn’t blind, either. This guy left “mediocre” miles behind. He lolled against the door frame as if he’d been formed for no better reason than to stand there in that position. A pair of dark, impossibly beautiful eyes narrowed as he raked her face with a piercing gaze. A lock of deep brown hair fell over his forehead, and a five o’clock shadow lent a slightly rakish look, which was further defined when his precisely molded lips curved into a crooked half smile.
   Gorgeous. The man was gorgeous, and he’d offered to marry her.
   Maybe there was a God.

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Delia Latham is giving away a PDF file. Winner's choice of the three Solomon's Gate books: Destiny's Dream, Kylie's Kiss, or Gypsy's Game.
The giveaway is only available to U.S. addresses. To be entered in the book giveaway, leave a comment along with your email address. You can enter the giveaway twice--once on each spotlight post.

Untill next time. . . Sharon A Lavy


Anne Payne said...

This one sounds cute! Thank you for the opportunity to win a copy.


cjajsmommy said...

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apple blossom said...

title is catchy. please enter me thanks

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Jo said...

I'm hooked! I'm wanting to read this book now. It really sounds like a cute book.


Linda said...

I've only read one book by Delia, Kylie's Kiss. She is the ultimate author. I would love a chance for Gypsy's Game. Thank you.

desertrose5173 at gmail dot com

Nancee said...

I've not read any of this author's books yet, but this one sounds captivating. Thank you for offering this giveaway!

Anonymous said...

I would love to meet this farmers wife. LOL Would love to win these books of hers. Maybe I'll get lucky this time. Maxie ( )

Delia Latham said...

Hi, everyone! Better late than never, I hope... :D It's so nice to drop in and find comments waiting. Thanks to all of you for stopping by and good luck in the drawing! Hope you'll all be back tomorrow, for more about Gypsy's Game.

Joy Hannabass said...

This sounds like a great book to read. Thanks for offering a copy to win.
Blessings Joy

Delia Latham said...

Joy, thank you for joining us!

Marianne said...

There seem to be a lot of dating services out there, and though i am not interested in using one, i would love to read how this one is different from the ones available. i need to go and read the first ones in the series as well. Thank you for the opportunity to win this great giveaway!

mitzi underscore wanham at yahoo dot com

Delia Latham said...

You're right, Mitzi, dating services have become quite the thing, haven't they? I'm so glad I'm 38 years married and have no need to think along those lines. lol But it was a fun concept to think about, and write about.

Tanya Hanson said...

Congrats, Delia. What a cool premise. I too am glad I'm safely married LOL. Our daughter met her hubby through e-Harmony and he rocks. xoxox

Delia Latham said...

Hey, Tanya! Thanks for stopping by. Bravo to your daughter - she's a brave girl! LOL I write about Solomon's Gate, but I'm not sure I'd ever be brave enough to actually use one.

Merry said...

Wow, what an excerpt! I'd love a chance to win Gypsy's Game. Thanks!
worthy2bpraised at gmail dot com

Teela said...

I'd love to win Gypsy's Game...sounds like a real chicklit! TEELAYOUNG@HOTMAIL.COM

Emma said...

This sounds like a great book. Thank you for the opportunity to win.

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