Dr. Miranda Perry is a
workaholic scientist whose job is everything to her. When sexy, smart, and
suave Dr. Russell Rogers visits to give a seminar, though, he blows her world
apart.
It’s love at first sight for
Russ, and he uses every trick in his arsenal to convince Miranda to go out with
him. In the short time they have together, sparks fly and the sexual tension
burns up the sheets.
After Russ returns to his job
in Boston, the two engage in hectic, emotional- and sex-filled rendezvous, but
their liaisons don’t cut it for either of them and a choice must be made. With
each committed to prestigious positions on opposite sides of the country, will
they let the fire burn out because each is married to the job?
Excerpt:
“I know we just met, but I want
to kiss you,” he murmured, his nose in her hair. “There’s a dark corner over
there. Come on.”
She shivered at his words,
eager to feel his lips on hers. It seemed as if she’d waited forever for that
touch even though it had only been a few hours since they met.
He led her across the floor to
a dim space around the end of the bar. Pressing her into the corner, he brought
his mouth down to hers, gently at first and then with more firmness. His arms
closed around her waist and pulled her to him. Her body responded to the
pressure of his, contouring itself around his shape. He nibbled on her neck for
a few moments and then he brought his lips back to hers, insistently persuading
hers to open widely in passion. Soon, they were both plunging their tongues
into each other’s mouths, angling their heads for better access, frantic to get
as close to each other as they could.
Heavy breathing filled the
small space, and it emanated from both sides. This is so not good. She wanted to eat him alive, but they were in
a public restaurant, and, if they didn’t restrain themselves soon, people would
start to notice. If they hadn’t already. She stepped back, breaking his hold,
and hating to lose his warmth, but they she knew they had to stop.
Slowly, as she dragged her lips
from his, then leaned her forehead against his chest, she tried to calm her
breathing and her heart. His lips touched her hair and then he set his cheek on
top of her head. Finally, their breathing almost back to normal, they broke
apart and drifted back to their chairs. She glanced around. No one appeared to
be looking at them. She didn’t really care what other people thought, but
still, she didn’t want to create a spectacle.
“I suppose I should apologize
for that,” he said quietly as he pulled his chair in. “Except I’m not sorry
about what happened at all.
About the Author:
Cynthia is a New York native,
currently living in Western New York. She and her hubby moved from the capital
area in Albany to be near their grandchildren, one, five, and six. They are
adorable, much more adorable than other grandchildren. She is retired, except
for her writing, but she still writes prolifically. She is one of those weird
people who has always been a writer, long before she thought of it as a job.
When not writing, she is reading, traveling (especially south in winter), and
swimming in her pool with her grandbabies.
Contact Links:
Website— http://www.cynthiaracette.com
Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/CynthiaRacette
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