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Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Release for COME TO ME

Yeah! I've got a release date for COME TO ME, a contemporary romance available Mar. 3rd from Freya's Bower. Enjoy.

Blurb-

Confirmed bachelor Baron Munro doesn’t believe in love, much less love at first sight. Not for him. But what about love at first sound?

Baron thought he was happy with his life, he adored women and they adored him right back. But it wasn’t until he heard the voice of Jasmine Sandler that he thought maybe his life isn’t all what it should be. There just might be something missing. And that something might be a woman of his own. Not just any woman though, but the woman with the husky voice that soothes the place inside him aching to belong to someone wholly and completely.

Jasmine didn’t know what to make of the man who haunted her days and invaded her nights. She knew the sound of his voice as intimately as she knew her own. And every time she heard it he wrapped himself a little tighter around her heart, making it want to beat only for him. While she could tell you what he sounded like when he was tired, pissed off, happy or sad, she could not describe what he looked like. They had never actually met.

Dare she take the risk of a lifetime?



EXCERPT-

Excerpt- COME TO ME

The mangled scents of perfume and sex teased Baron Munro as he turned his head and looked for a clock on the bedside table. There wasn’t one. Didn’t matter, it was time to go. He’d indulged them both long enough. Glancing at the tangle of long blond hair resting on the pillow near his head, he hoped its owner would continue to slumber. The last thing he needed was to explain why he wasn’t going to spend the rest of the night, or any other, with her. He should have been long gone already, but he’d been exhausted even before the sex marathon. And that damned near drained him. Yet, he still felt unsatisfied.

In the last few months, no matter how much he indulged, he’d roll out of bed feeling as empty as he had before he climbed in it. Even with his brief hiatus from casual sex, this time was no different from any others. A break was not what he had needed. Whatever he was looking for wasn’t here either.

Shifting, he eased his body off the bed and picked up his clothes where he’d thrown them on the chair earlier in the evening. Naked, his clothes clutched to his chest, he carefully opened the bedroom door. He closed it behind him and released the breath he’d been holding. After dressing in the hallway, he made his way fully clothed to her front door. When he reached the lobby of the building he dumped the card with the woman’s name and number in the trashcan near a pillar. They’d been out a couple of times now; but he never saved her number in his speed dial. He wouldn’t be calling her again. She was a mistake, another in a long succession of them.

At thirty-one, he was too old for this crap. He had to believe something more existed out there.

He whipped out his cell phone, her sultry voice came on before the ring had finished its first vibration, as if she waited by the phone for his call. He wished.

This wasn’t the first time he’d spoken to Jasmine Sandler and it wouldn’t be the last. Not if he had anything to say about it. She gave him hope. In truth, since she became the building manager six months ago, he’d taken every opportunity to talk to her, to try to get to know her—even if her voice wreaked havoc with his libido, sending it into overdrive whenever he heard it.

Their flirting had begun from the very first time he’d spoken to her, and she’d flirted right back. He’d tried several times to meet her, but she always put him off. No one he knew in the building had ever seen her, but everyone he’d spoken to about her agreed she had a sexy voice. The kind that had him taking cold showers a couple of times after talking with her. No matter how often he told himself she was probably sixty, with four kids, nothing helped. If she looked half as hot as she sounded on the phone, he’d still want her.

Therein lay his problem of the last six months. She went by the name of Jasmine. She teased his senses on every level. A woman he’d never met, but one he could not ignore. No matter how many women he tried to deny his feelings for her with. Pathetic.























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