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Monday, March 9, 2009
Monday Spotlight: Phaze Books
Jane Leopold Quinn, an avid reader as far back as she can remember, was
always a romantic dreamer. Especially about the cowboys of the 1800s - the
handsome, roving cowboys depicted in the TV shows of the 50s and 60s.
Nothing says sexy like that mysterious, gorgeous, emotionally-wounded
loner. She grew up and taught third grade in a small Iowa town and dreamed
of an exciting, romantic life. Then she found her own mid-life romance and
happy marriage. Her husband proves to her every day that happily ever
after is real.
Be sure to check out her Phaze Books release "The Keeper."
Blurb: Sharon Timmons used the comfort of food to survive a rough
childhood when her father left, and her mother responded by going from man
to man. Taking control, she made a new life for herself -- new body, new
job, new town. Deputy sheriff Hank wasn’t a forever kind of guy, but she
was devastated when he left her for another woman. His partner rescued
her. She had no clue how her life would be impacted.
Pete Raine dated a lot of women in his day. He came from a big family,
born right in the middle. No one had ever needed him before. Sharon did.
He sensed her insecurities even though she was a knockout. When Hank
publicly dumped her, Pete scooped her up in his arms – literally – and
didn’t plan to let her go.
Sharon is a lot stronger emotionally than she gives herself credit for.
Pete is determined to help her realize that and determined to prove to her
he’s the one man who will love her under any circumstances and love her
forever. Sharon slowly comes to realize her intense, honest relationship
with Pete is true, and he is The Keeper.
“Sharon, look at me,” he commanded in a husky whisper, pulling gently on her hair to tip up her chin, his breathing none too steady. “Share?” He tugged again. Crap. She’s shivering. Is she crying?
She finally lifted her eyes to his. “No, no, I’m all right.”
He could barely hear her over the jukebox.
“You don’t have to do this.”
“I don’t have to do anything, Share, but I want to kiss you.” Hank was an asshole for dumping her publicly like this. For so many reasons, some he didn’t quite understand, he wanted to make it better for her. They swayed to the beat of a Joe Nichols ballad. His chest expanded against her breasts.
He lowered his head and murmured into her ear. “But, if you want, I’ll wait.”
“Wait?” She tensed, pulled her arms from around his neck, and grasped his forearms.
Her small hands on his arms made him feel strong and protective. “Until tomorrow night. How about we go to a movie tomorrow night?” He held back from taking advantage of how close his lips were to her ear. He really wanted to kiss the pretty little shell, and, oh fuck, he wanted to suck her earlobe between his teeth and bite…
She clung to him. The noise and smoke of the bar disappeared, and it was as if they were alone. Some singer a long time ago said dancing was like making love standing up. Man, was he right. Maybe she’d like to dance naked. He groaned, the sound reverberating in his chest.
When the song ended, and he reluctantly came to his senses, he steered her to the door and out into the steamy night. He was all heat, hot from the night and hot from Sharon. Extremely aroused, he stood very close to her at her car door, balancing one hand on the roof of the car and resting the other on her waist. She toyed with the buttons on his shirt. He held his breath when she pressed her palms against his chest, then lost it when she brushed her knuckles on his belly, just above his belt buckle.
Her expression was surprisingly shy, which seemed odd for the experienced woman he thought she was. Is she playing me?
Her fingers resting on his belt, she whispered, “Do we have to wait for tomorrow night for the kiss?”
Her lips parted and pursed, her gaze focused on his mouth, and that was all she wrote. Instantly, his mouth connected full on with hers. Lightly—intense but delicate—he brushed his lips back and forth, learning her, tasting her. He fought his desire for more. He wanted to plunder, but the softness of her response kept him in check. He let her lead the way and kept his eyes narrowly open to watch her expression.
Her eyes popped open.
With a shivering sigh, her breasts rose against his chest. The kiss ended. They separated, both gasping raggedly. What’s wrong with me? He’d been turned on before, but he’d never had this much trouble breathing. She cupped his cheek, scraping her nails in his late night whiskers.
“Wow,” she said.
“Yeah,” he responded, feeling distinctly off kilter.
She smiled at him. “I’ll see you tomorrow night?”
“You bet,” he replied huskily. “I’ll call you.” Bracing his legs, he watched her pull out of the parking lot and drive down the street. “Holy shit,” he muttered under his breath. “I gotta talk to Hank.” There was no way he was going to let his partner have her back. Not after that kiss.