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Governess

 

Governess NCharlotte Campbell is a beautiful 22 year old who has spent her life, since the age of 6, in boarding school in Boston. She has been raised as a lady and taught to keep her nose in the air and her manners impeccable. Neither her mother nor her father wanted her at home and her father didn’t want her at all!

When her mother passes she returns to the family home in Tulsa in the hopes she can stay and care for her father. Her father has other ideas and Charlotte is forced to leave.

When she answers an advertisement as a Governess on a ranch outside Fort Stockton her life becomes all that she’s dreamed until an unwelcome visitor snatches her from the man that she loves.

The race is on for Charlotte to be found before she perishes in a dark cave outside Lambert! Will Harrison find the stuck up governess he has fallen in love with?

Excerpt:

“Do ya know where ya luggage is?” Harrison asked Charlotte.

“I have five large trunks that the guard said would be placed in the luggage room to await collection” Charlotte explained.

“Five! Lucky I brought the buckboard then ma’am. Let’s go see if we can find ‘em”

Harrison took Charlotte’s arm by the elbow to lead her to where her trunks should be but Charlotte shook his hand free. “I am quite capable of walking without your help thank you” she told Harrison primly.

Harrison; usually a gentle, easy going man; became annoyed at her attitude. “As ya wish ma’am” he said and strode on ahead. Charlotte had to almost run to keep up and she arrived at the luggage room out of breath.

She noticed her trunks stacked against the wall. “Those are mine” she pointed out as she attempted to catch her breath.

Harrison nodded and, leaving her standing in the middle of the room, he walked over to talk with the porter. “Could ya please ask ya men if they could help me get them five trunks onto me buckboard out front?”

“Certainly sir” the porter replied and called over three of his men.

The trunks were loaded and Harrison gave the porter and his men a few coins for their help before he went in search of Charlotte. He found her sitting on a chair in the far corner of the room and walked over to her.

“Ma’am; if’n ya ready ya luggage is loaded and the buckboard’s out front”

Charlotte nodded and stood up. She noticed Harrison begin to reach out his arm to escort her out to the front but he quickly thought better of it, lowered his arm, and walked out of the building. Charlotte was beginning to regret being so rude.

Charlotte followed Harrison as fast as she could and by the time she got out front she saw him sitting on the seat of the buckboard with the reins in his hands. She walked over and, lifting her skirts, she attempted to climb in. She lifted one leg and bounced on the other but she just couldn’t seem to get her skirts out of the way to get up onto the seat. Before she knew what was happening she lost her balance, and with a loud thud, she landed on her backside in the dust.

Harrison watched with amusement as Charlotte attempted to climb into the buckboard but he knew any offer to help her would probably be rejected so he stayed where he was. When she landed on her backside in the dust; it took all of his control not to burst into laughter. He watched as she sat with a stunned look on her face and then burst into tears.

“Would ya like some help Miss Campbell?” he asked gently.

“Yes please” she sobbed as she sat in the dust. Harrison quickly jumped down from his seat and went to her side. He lifted her up from the ground like she weighed no more than a feather and held her to him as she sobbed.

“I’m sorry Mr Tate. I’m tired, I’m dirty, I’m hungry and I’m scared” Charlotte confessed through her tears.

Harrison pushed her back and looked down into her face. “Let’s get ya to the ranch and ya can have a bath, somethin’ to eat and a sleep” He placed his fingers under her chin and tilted her face up to look at him. “Ya have nothin’ to be scared of here I promise ya” He took a handkerchief from his pocket and began wiping away her tears. “Ya ready to go?”

Charlotte nodded and he lifted her up onto the seat of the waiting buckboard. He climbed in beside her, lifted the reins and set off towards the ranch; Charlotte’s new home.

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Pleasure Pact by B.J. McCall Excerpt 2 (adult)

 

The Arasani and Chanta wolf packs fought a bloody war over a claim to a sacred mountain. To end the war, a treaty was signed—the Pleasure Pact. Unfriendly neighbors, the packs have honored the treaty for two hundred years. Then fate takes an untraditional turn. The Chanta have a female pack leader and to fulfill the terms of the pact the Arasani must provide a were for two nights of pleasure.

Fawn Rivers wants Nash Blackthunder, but falling for an Arasani will destroy her dreams of keeping her job. Being the Arasani’s sacrificial were isn’t a duty Nash Blackthunder expected to perform, but serving the Chanta pack leader is a true pleasure.

Two nights will never be enough, but Fawn and Nash will have to resist the natural forces drawing them together as true mates, while confronting old hatreds and traditions pulling them apart.

EXCERPT 2

Nash Blackthunder scanned the faces of the seven Arasani elders. Their grim expressions boded ill. Responsible for pack security, Nash mentally reviewed his quarterly report. Nothing in his security survey should have caused such long faces. Even his father, a recent addition to the council of elders, looked as if someone had died.

“Thank you for coming,” said Elder Stone. The leader of the pack council was seventy, with a sharp mind and a hearty laugh when amused. Stone looked far from amused. “I’m sure you’re wondering why we are meeting at such a late hour?”

The elders were seated around a table. In the center was a half-empty bottle of scotch. The weekly poker game was tomorrow night, so something significant had happened. Only an emergency would bring the elders into the council lodge at midnight.

“How can I be of help?” Nash asked.

His father rose and picked up the bottle of scotch. At fifty-one, Danath Blackthunder’s dark hair was starting to gray. His usually cheerful brown eyes were somber.

Glasses of scotch were passed around. Nash received his last. Whatever had happened, it wasn’t good, and it appeared Nash was involved in whatever decision the elders had made or were about to make.

“What are we drinking to?”

Elder Stone lifted his glass. “The winter moon exchange.”

Nash almost choked on the liquor. His sister, Asia, was the only unmated she-wolf of an appropriate age to fulfill the archaic ritual officially called the exchange by the elders. The rest of the Arasani pack referred to the ritual as the sacrifice moon. After all, it wasn’t Chanta females being used as personal sex slaves for two nights of pleasure. Damon Rivers’ unexpected death had given Asia a reprieve, or so Nash had hoped.

Nash tossed down the scotch, welcoming the burn. The glasses were refilled, but Nash left his untouched. This meeting was important and he wanted to remain sharp. Nash knew something unusual had happened.

Because their leader was mated, the Chanta hadn’t demanded a sacrifice for crossing their land in twenty-six years. When the pack leader had died in a plane crash, his son, Damon Rivers, had assumed the role. Nash had thought the death of young Rivers, the only male descendent of Talon, would mark the end of the sacrifice moon, but the Chanta must have made an unexpected move.

“Have the Chanta chosen a new pack leader?”

“They have,” said Elder Stone.

A new pack leader meant the sacred treks would continue. As head of security, Nash was responsible for the safety of the trekkers and to ensure the Chanta’s lands were respected during the two annual events.

The physically able Arasani made the long trek to the high plateau to perform the ceremony of the Moon God. By tradition, the trek must be made in wolf form and the trail was narrow and dangerous.

By agreement, the Chanta performed their worship of the Moon God during the spring and fall and the Arasani were given the access during the summer and winter. The treks had gone well for the last twenty-six years.

Nash addressed the group. “The Chanta have broken tradition by choosing someone not of Talon’s bloodline?”

“Damon was the last male of Talon’s bloodline,” Elder Stone said. “Damon has a sister, Fawn.”

Nash worked with the Chanta leadership to organize the treks. “I’m familiar with Fawn Rivers. She’s my contact person for planning our treks,” Nash said. “I find her competent and personable.”

Although Fawn kept her distance and never interfered with the Arasani trekkers, she’d kept an eye on things. And in Nash’s opinion, Fawn was easy on the eyes. Unlike her brother, she’d inherited her famous ancestor’s blue eyes. Her sun-streaked hair fell well past her shoulders, and while her figure was on the slender side, her legs were long and her walk seductive. Fawn was a striking woman, but given her bloodline and pack affiliation, she was strictly off limits.

“The Chanta elders have made Fawn Rivers the pack leader,” Elder Stone said.

 

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Murder: Hawaiian Style

 

Murder Hawaiian StyleBlurb:

Senior Detective Atoni Grind and Senior Constable Grinch Kapule are two handsome police officers

who are called in to solve murder cases on the Hawaiian island of Oahu.

Grind is the lead detective of Task Force Akamai, Grinch is the senior Police Constable.

When a young girl is murdered and left on the edge of a Diamond Head cliff, the two men work together solving the mystery.

By day they solve crime, by night they pleasure each other.

 

Excerpt:

Corporal Grinch Kapule groaned as the radio crackled to life and the dispatcher’s voice reverberated over the airways. He had been looking forward to dropping the police vehicle back at the station and heading home. He had a third anniversary celebration planned. Soft candlelight, a lobster and seafood dinner, good champagne and a night of fabulous fucking. Now his plans were shot to shit.

“Did you hear any of that Grinch? You looked like you were miles away.” His new Junior Officer partner, Anuhea Miller – known as Ana, asked. She had recently moved to the city, having previously been posted to a station on the North Shore. It was only their second shift together as members of Task Force Akamai.

Task Force Akamai consisted of a Senior and Junior Detective, a Corporal and three Junior Officers. They were pulled from normal duties to investigate, and hopefully solve, murder or any other capital crime which occurred in the Islands. Grinch’s previous partner had moved on to study Law. Ana was his replacement.

Grinch cringed, he had been miles away. “Sorry, I was thinking about something else.”

“Hikers have found a body. It’s caught up on rocks on the beach side of the Diamond Head crater near the Beach Park. We’ve been ordered there. Detectives are en route.”

Grinch flipped a switch, the siren and flashing lights burst into life. He checked the traffic and swung the vehicle around before speeding down Kalalaua Road towards Diamond Head.

“Lē’ahi,” he corrected.

“Pardon?”

“That’s what the locals call Diamond Head. Lē’ahi. The name is Hawaiian for tuna’s dorsal fin. They insisted that was what the crater looked like.”

“So why does everyone else call it Diamond Head?”

“British Sailors named it Diamond Head a few centuries ago. They thought the quartz they saw from their ships, which was flashing in the sunlight, was a diamond and the name was born. It stuck, but locals with a long history on Oahu only ever call it Le’ahi.”

Grinch slowed as they neared Honolulu Zoo. An elderly man and his wife tottered across the road. As soon as they had passed safely, his foot jammed down on the accelerator.

As they merged onto Beach Road, a large crowd captured their attention. People stood peering over the edge of the volcanic, rocky crags.

“I’d guess that’s where the body is,” Ana said.

Grinch pulled the vehicle onto the shoulder of the road and screeched to a stop. “Radio the station. Tell them we need crowd control. The area will have to be cordoned off. The Detectives will hit the roof if they arrive and find their crime scene contaminated by onlookers. The last thing we need is for someone to slip and join whoever it is down there.”

Ana reached for the radio on her shoulder, pressed the button and relayed her new boss’s instructions to the dispatcher.

Grinch stepped from the car, checked his Glock semi- automatic pistol was secure in his holster, and strode to the center of the milling crowd. He turned, his back to where the side of the crater dropped into the ocean. “Folks, I need you to move way back. Unless you have information about what has happened here, I would like you to return to your vehicles or homes.”

The people in the crowd muttered and groaned but gradually dispersed, leaving only one couple behind.

“We found the body, Officer.” A young man, who Grinch estimated was in his mid-twenties, and a young woman around the same age, stood before him. It was clear they were shaken and he assumed they were the couple who had phoned the crime in.

Ana joined her partner, pen and notebook in hand. Grinch excused himself to check on the victim while Ana spoke with the young couple.

“I walked to the edge so Dylan could take a photo with the water behind me. We’re on our honeymoon and were taking a walk before dinner,” the young woman began. “I saw something red and leaned over to take a closer look. That’s when I saw her. Dylan phoned you straight away and no-one has been down there.”

“Good. Did you see anyone in the area?” Ana asked.

Dylan and his new wife glanced at each other. “No, there was no-one close by. When Marilyn screamed, people came rushing from all directions.”

Ana scribbled in her note book. “If you think of anything at all, please call the station.” She wrote down their names and contact numbers before allowing them to leave. She made her way to where Grinch crouched, peering over the edge.

She squatted beside him. The body was that of a young woman. The red top she had been wearing was in tatters and her golden breasts were exposed as she lay, trapped in the rocks. A large black mole was visible on her right shoulder. Water gently lapped over her. Whatever she’d been wearing on the bottom half of her body was gone.

“She hasn’t been here long,” Grinch said. He pointed down and Ana followed the line of his hand. “Her skin is only slightly puckered which indicates she hasn’t been here long. She doesn’t look burnt either, yet she is fully exposed to the sun.”

A car screeched to a stop behind them, the two officers swung around. It was the task force Detectives. Within seconds, two more police cars arrived and the Coroner’s Office vehicle. An ambulance brought up the rear.

Grinch and Ana approached the Detectives who climbed from their car.

“Officer’s,” the deep honeyed voice greeted.

Grinch pulled Ana closer. “Ana, this is Senior Detective Atoni Grind and his partner Detective Roger Kamaka. This is Junior Officer, Anuhea Miller. Ana, as she likes to be known, has just been transferred to our task force from the North Shore station.”

The Detectives shook hands with the shapely young police officer.

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Angels of the West

Western Angels

Three western romance short stories.

Verity’s Saviour:
Verity is saved from a man who left her for dead when she stumbles onto a ranch. An arrow protrudes from the young maidens back. Wyatt is puzzled by who would want to see such a beautiful girl killed.

Mountain Maiden:
Jonah’s heart is captured by Lily. A maiden who loves the mountains as much as he does and wants nothing but love for herself.

Petticoat Patrol:
When a man has no sons, responsibility falls onto the shoulders of his daughter.

 

 

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Tender Love

Tears Of Reality KTEARS OF REALITY

 

Blurb:

Brenda, a classical musician, is looking for a roommate to help alleviate the costs of living in expensive Southern California. She is also attempting to fend off the attention of her amorous, bullying conductor, deal with her meddling family, and understand her feelings for Greg, the building’s sexy young owner.

Rosy, a nurse, recently arrived from Australia, hates the Vietnam War, in particular what it has done to her patients. She agrees to room with Brenda to save money.

Can a war protestor and war supporter live peaceably under one roof? And why is Rosy unable to shake her attraction to her gorgeous, unconscious patient, Jack?

 

 

Excerpt:

Jack’s eyes drooped. Rosy watched as he seemed to be spirited away back to the War.

“I will never forget one little girl, Binh Lue. She lived with her grandparents in a village in the Que Son Mountains. She was about four or five. She was so sad, wouldn’t come to us the way the other kids did. It took me a week of gentle persuasion before she would come and sit on my lap by the fire and listen to the men playing handmade wooden instruments.”

Jack gazed deep into Rosy’s eyes. “You would have loved her. She was tiny with a little button nose and the bluest eyes.”

“Blue? Is that common?”

“Her father was an American soldier and she had been left in the village to try to protect her from Viet Cong. Trouble was, the bastards were everywhere.” Tears welled in his eyes.

“What happened?”

“Clark, Steven and I were on patrol in thick jungle around the village perimeter, about half mile out, when we heard a bomb explode. Viet Cong were bombing the village. By the time we got back there every hut was on fire. It was beyond our control, no-one was left alive. It was a fuckin’ slaughter. We headed back into the jungle with plans to radio our unit the following day. Binh had somehow survived and followed us. We didn’t know until we heard a click. She had stepped on a mine.”

“Oh God.” Rosy’s hand flew to her mouth.

“We raced back towards the sound. Clark and Steven got there first and when Binh saw her friends, she started towards them. We screamed at her to stand still but she couldn’t understand us. The mine exploded and we were all blown into the air with the force. There were only fragments of Binh’s body left and I buried the pieces I could find. I started to drag Clark and Steven back to the village but I could only go a few feet each day before I passed out. I hoped if I got us to the village, some of our unit would eventually come to check why they hadn’t heard from us. I don’t know how long it was before some soldiers found us and we got help.”

Jack began sobbing. Rosy sat on the edge of the bed and pulled him into her arms. She ran her hands up and down his back and silently grieved with him. She couldn’t begin to understand the horrors he had borne witness to. No wonder the man was troubled by nightmares.

Suitable for 18+

 

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Crewel Work

Book 1

The Tapestry Series

by

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Set In Australia

Memories

Lyndsay Richards is an experienced Park Ranger so, why is she missing in a National Park she knows as well as the back of her hand?

Rick Masters is a Detective, a man who had a huge crush on Lyndsay in high school. When he sees a poster showing she is missing, secret memories flood back. He is determined to find her.

Does Rick still have feelings for Lyndsay? Will this be his chance to capture the girl of his dreams?

Set in Kuringai National Park and Sydney’s Northern Beaches.

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A Suitable Wife by Carol Burnside (Excerpt #2)

CarolBurnside_ASuitableWife500A SUITABLE WIFE

Contemporary Romance, Sensual

BLURB: This book is the first in the Sweetwater Springs series of stand-alone books.

Sam Moreland is desperate to keep his daughter out of the clutches of her abusive mother seeking custody. He resists legal advice to provide the court with a complete family unit because past relationships have soured him on love.

Though she yearns for children, Rosie Baxter knows a failed pregnancy has likely left her barren. She remains single rather than bring her problems into a marriage and concentrates on her business with its financial woes.

A temporary marriage pact means Rosie provides Sam with the illusion of family in return for an influx of cash into her store. But kisses for show become all too real. When outside threats shake their growing bond, each must trust the other with their darkest secret or lose their best chance for love and happiness.

Fans of Marie Ferrarella, Tanya Michaels, Leanne Banks and Susan Mallery will enjoy this series, which contains sensual, contemporary romance against a backdrop of family and community in the small town of Sweetwater Springs, Arkansas.

Warning: This book contains a heated tryst in the kitchen, a cricket choir, conniving exes, and big family gatherings. Do not read if you are allergic to tall, dark and handsome men with sweet baby girls or determined red-haired women with strong maternal feelings. The author makes no guarantees against sudden urges in the reader to move to a small southern town.
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ISBN: 9781310069949
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I need a shower,” Rosie said. “Preferably hot and lengthy.”

Sam’s eyebrows rose slightly at her unexpected announcement. A staring contest ensued. A question unasked. No answers given. Pulses throbbed. Chests rose and fell.

Sam broke their visual connection. “I thought you did morning showers.”

She didn’t have to ask how he knew. At times, the old water pipes within these walls could be quite vocal. The urge to escape the awkwardness between them was strong, but moments before he’d broken eye contact, she’d seen a flash of something which looked a lot like disappointment.

The promise of that gave her courage. “That’s right. Nothing revives me like a nice long shower.”

His gaze locked on hers. “I wouldn’t mind taking one myself.”

Rosie bracketed his face with her hands and kissed him thoroughly for hearing the things she couldn’t say. Silently, she thanked him for not making empty promises. He kissed her back with the same intensity.

This she could deal with. It was bittersweet, but honest.

Slowly, they drew apart. Keeping his gaze locked on hers, Sam unbuttoned one button on her blouse, then another.

For a split second, she panicked and stilled his hand. What underwear had she thrown on this morning? Would her body appeal to him? She would never be mistaken for a svelte runway model, that was for sure.

His hard length pressing into her leg told her it didn’t matter.

She eased off his lap, stood on shaky legs and faced him boldly, cleavage exposed, hair wild and tangled. “I . . . need a minute first.”

Sam stood and brushed a thumb across her lower lip, his tender touch sending frissons of pleasure down her spine. “I’ll wait until I hear the shower curtain being drawn.”

She grabbed the elastics he’d taken from her hair and hesitated. What if indulging their needs tonight destroyed their friendship? What if—

“Rosie.”

She raised her panicked gaze to his calm one. “Are we making a mistake here? We could—”

“Shhh. You’re thinking too much.” He reached for her, slowly drawing her back into a loose embrace, his fingers splayed low on her back. “Kiss me.”

His gentle approach was exactly what she needed to calm her nerves. Almost any other method of seduction, however manly and assertive it might have been, would have intensified the beginnings of panic.

Deep in her core, a slow burning sensation began as he pulled her lower body snug against his. He’d obviously not felt any waning of desire or second thoughts. Tentatively, she brought her mouth to his, sipping at his lips before dipping inside them with her tongue. Sam responded with fervor, taking the kiss to inferno levels.

He withdrew a fraction of an inch. “You’ve got three minutes and I’m coming in that bathroom. Now go.”

The sound of his voice strained with need, set her leg muscles aquiver. Somehow she made it the length of the hallway.

Inside his bathroom, she stopped and leaned against the door, surprised at the changes Sam had made. Her house, her palette of taupe complimented by faded-jeans blue. But he’d made it his own with towels and rugs in wide stripes that matched. A bold fabric shower curtain of geometric shapes—also in her colors—hung on a new curved rod that allowed the bather more space. She peeked inside the shower-tub combo to see a new, oversized showerhead.

Nice.

It would easily provide a wide enough spray for two.

She turned on the water to warm before making quick work of necessary business and stripping. Once she’d formed a neat pile of clothes, and secured her hair atop her head with the elastics, she faltered, feeling too exposed and vulnerable.

Had it been three minutes already?

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Here are a few more review snips from others about A Suitable Wife:

From friendship to love . . . a bumpy ride, but so worth it. This was my first time reading works by Carol Burnside, but it definitely will not be my last.” – Shirley Buchanan, Romance Book Haven 5/5 stars, Goodreads review

This story tugs at the heart strings. Mrs. Burnside produces a perfect afternoon read not to be missed. You not only fall in love with the characters but the town of Sweetwater Springs!” – Susan May, 5/5 stars, Amazon review

“Stories like these that make me dream of moving to a small town and finding myself my own gentleman. I loved this story.” — Terry, Goodreads 5.5 stars

“This is book grabs your heart and doesn’t let go.” – Becky 4/5 stars, Amazon/Goodreads review

Set against the backdrop of charming Sweetwater Springs with a supporting cast of evil exes, a loving family, and devoted friends, this is a love story that satisfies in every way. I can’t wait to get started on the next book in the series. Five enthusiastic stars! Very highly recommended! – Pam Asberry, Sometimes It’s Cloudy, Sometimes It’s Clear

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A Suitable Wife by Carol Burnside (Excerpt #1)

CarolBurnside_ASuitableWife500A SUITABLE WIFE

Contemporary Romance, Sensual

BLURB: This book is the first in the Sweetwater Springs series of stand-alone books.

Sam Moreland is desperate to keep his daughter out of the clutches of her abusive mother seeking custody. He resists legal advice to provide the court with a complete family unit because past relationships have soured him on love.

Though she yearns for children, Rosie Baxter knows a failed pregnancy has likely left her barren. She remains single rather than bring her problems into a marriage and concentrates on her business with its financial woes.

A temporary marriage pact means Rosie provides Sam with the illusion of family in return for an influx of cash into her store. But kisses for show become all too real. When outside threats shake their growing bond, each must trust the other with their darkest secret or lose their best chance for love and happiness.

Fans of Marie Ferrarella, Tanya Michaels, Leanne Banks and Susan Mallery will enjoy this series, which contains sensual, contemporary romance against a backdrop of family and community in the small town of Sweetwater Springs, Arkansas.

Warning: This book contains a heated tryst in the kitchen, a cricket choir, conniving exes, and big family gatherings. Do not read if you are allergic to tall, dark and handsome men with sweet baby girls or determined red-haired women with strong maternal feelings. The author makes no guarantees against sudden urges in the reader to move to a small southern town.
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EXCERPT 1 of 2:
“Okay, Mr. Big-Shot Writer, spin me a tale of romance.” Rosie leaned back and crossed her arms under her breasts. After his earlier remarks about not believing in love, this she had to hear.

“All right. Give me a minute.” He got to his feet and paced, his brow furrowed with concentration. Then he slowly clapped his hands together. “I’ve got it. The best thing to do is stick as close to actual facts and events as possible. That way, there’s less chance of us getting tripped up.”

Rosie faked an exaggerated yawn to show him what she thought of that idea.

“Don’t go all skeptical on me yet. We talked by phone and exchanged e-mails over the last four months, right? So we build on that. A few e-mails turned into dozens flying back and forth. At first we reminisced, then we caught up on each other’s lives and started talking almost every evening. This time it was different. Our friendship took on a new dimension. When we saw each other again—”

“Sam.” Rosie interrupted his fantasy story before he got to the real-life part about them staring at each other in her shop. What had that been all about? “That’s not very original. The e-mails, the meet? That’s a variation of my favorite movie, You’ve Got Mail with Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan.”

“Exactly!” He said in a smug, ah-ha voice. “It’s life imitating art.”

Except that it wasn’t. They weren’t. Not at all.

“With a little convincing, they’ll believe it, because they’ve seen it happen on the big screen.”

“And we’re going to accomplish this how?” Rosie was suspicious, having long ago learned not to rise too quickly to the bait when her brothers suggested something risky.

“Relax. I’m not suggesting we scandalize the blue-haired ladies of Sweetwater Springs by French kissing in public.” Sam looked affronted. “I’m just saying a little hand-holding here, an arm around you there, maybe take in a family movie and voilá!—we’re a couple.”

Rosie experienced a little thrill at his last words. She’d been dating casually for so long, being part of a couple—even a pretend one—would be a nice change. With Sam playing her love interest, the problem would be remembering it was all for show.

The PDA didn’t sound too over the top, but it involved more than casual touching. What if she liked it too much?

* * *

Sam watched the play of emotions across Rosie’s face. At the moment, she looked ready to bolt. A distraction was needed and quick.

Before he could talk himself out of it, he swung over to sit facing her on the edge of her chaise. She flinched as he braced himself on either side of her shoulders and leaned in.

“Whoa.” Rosie slapped a hand to his chest, her gaze darting to where their outer thighs touched. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?”

“I don’t . . .  are you . . .  you’re not . . . ” Her eyes widened, her gaze dropping to her hand, where he was sure she could feel the accelerated bump of his heart.

“Practice,” he explained. “This has to look natural when we’re in public.”

Her tongue darted out, wetting her bottom lip before dragging her teeth across it. He’d seen her perform that nervous habit and every time it got to him. Damn. Much more of this and he’d lose his focus.

“Give me your hand.”

Her breath puffed forth with an ego-bruising relief hard to ignore. She lifted her right hand off his chest and turned it palm up. Sam flipped it over and threaded their fingers together, noting how fair and delicate hers looked next to his. He dragged his gaze back to her face. Her eyes, darkened to a deep aquamarine, regarded him steadily.

“Are you okay with this?” he asked, to break the tension.

One shoulder jerked and her lashes lowered. “It’s just hand-holding.”

“Good. Ready for the next step? Let’s go for a hug.”

Rosie tugged her hand free and eased forward. Though she slid her arms around him in a loose embrace and rested her cheek on his shoulder, she was about as relaxed as a taut rubber band.

He tightened his hold, urging her closer, closing his eyes against a sudden stab of desire as her breasts smashed softly against his chest.

“Not bad,” he said, trying to keep his breathing even. “It has to look like it’s second nature when we hug or kiss, or we’ll never fool anybody.”

Rosie straightened, breaking his hold and stared. His hands dropped to her waist and her lips parted. “You didn’t say anything about kissing. Do we have to kiss in public?”

Have to? Now that deserved a little payback. Sam hid his bruised ego behind a smile and skimmed his fingertips over her shoulder and neck. Her skin felt like warm velvet. “I’m your fiancé now. We’ll be expected to kiss occasionally.”

“I guess you’re right. I hadn’t thought of it like that.”

He tilted her chin a smidge with his thumb, caressing her jawline. Her tongue darted across her bottom lip again, and he bit back a groan. Damn. Payback for her. Torture for him.

Need rose in him, sharp enough that his position became damn uncomfortable. He stopped caring about why they were doing this and concentrated on her lips, so close, begging him to taste them.

“We don’t have to, um, practice everything tonigh—”

He covered her mouth with his, making her point moot. For a few seconds, neither of them moved. Sam eased back, trembling with the effort it took to keep himself in check. He changed the angle and closed the gap, needing to taste her, unable to resist flicking the tip of his tongue across her mouth.

Rosie’s lips parted in surprise, and he deepened the kiss, taking it from a gentle experiment to a thorough claiming. The tension left her body and she melted against him like a lone pat of butter on a stack of fresh hotcakes. The sensation set off alarms, and he stilled. What was he doing, kissing her like there was no tomorrow? Rosie wasn’t his to claim. Sam eased away from the kiss, though he didn’t want it to end.

She swayed toward him before her eyes flew open. He only caught a glimpse of blue before she turned away, breathing harder than normal.

Yeah. He knew the feeling. Kissing Rosie had surpassed anything he’d imagined it to be. He’d been celibate too long if kissing a friend did this to him.

He cast about for something witty to break the awkward silence, but came up empty. The last thing he wanted to do was rehash what had happened. He cleared his throat and stood. “That’ll do for tonight.”

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Blurbs are great to know what the book is about, but I love to dig through the reviews to see what others thought about a book. In case you like to do the same, here are a few review snips from others about A Suitable Wife:

“Overall it was a great fast read couldn’t put it down once I started it.” – Jenn, 5/5 stars Goodreads review

“A Suitable Wife has it all. Passion, friendship, a villainous ex (or two), picturesque settings, heart touching back-story, dedicated family, and some great love scenes. Sweetwater Springs is a place where anyone would feel welcome. Carol Burnside has created a community that I hope to visit often. I can’t wait to read the next book in this series.” – Tami 5/5 stars, Goodreads review

Simply excellent…she brought out the nuances of emotional vulnerabilities so very well.” — Monica, Amazon, 5/5 stars

“…beautifully written love story” Stephanie Lasley, Kindle Book Review 5/5 stars

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Recipe Sharing – Roz Lee Style

The heart is made of chocolate syrup

Thanksgiving Day is rapidly approaching here in the U.S.of A., and thus the recipe sharing is in full swing. It seems everyone is looking for a new twist on the traditional dishes, how else can you explain Turducken? For those of you who don’t know, that’s a turkey stuffed with a duck stuffed with a chicken.

While everyone else is looking for the recipe that will dazzle their holiday guests, I’ve been looking for something guaranteed to dazzle the after party.

When the guests are gone, forget the dishes and pop this make-ahead recipe in the microwave, grab your significant other, and be thankful you have the house all to yourself again. :-)

 

Make this sauce a few days ahead and store it in the refrigerator. Warm it in the microwave and stir thoroughly before using. Be sure to stir the sauce well and test the temperature before you start painting. Nothing spoils the mood like burning your partner! Makes about 1/2 cup

 

Ingredients:

1/3 cup sugar

1 pinch salt

3 tablespoons water

2 tablespoons butter

1/4 cup cocoa powder

1/2 teaspoon vanilla

Add in if wanted – booze of your choice, coffee, mint, vanilla. Be creative.

 

Instructions:

1) Put sugar, salt and water in a small saucepan over medium heat. Stir until the mixture comes to a boil then reduce heat to a simmer until the sugar is dissolved. Remove from heat.

2) Add butter and stir with a wire whisk.

3) Add cocoa powder, vanilla and flavoring of your choice. (optional) Whisk until smooth.

4) Pour into a microwave-safe container.

5) Use the paint as soon as it is cooled enough to be comfortable. The warmer the sauce, the easier it is to paint with but you don’t want to burn your partner!

Tip: use a heating pad or one of those coffee mug warmers (made to keep your coffee warm on your desk or to warm scented candles) bedside to keep the paint warm.

If the sauce becomes hard, warm it in the microwave for 20 seconds. Stir and test the temperature again before using.

 

Do you have a favorite recipe for the holiday after party?

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