But before Christmas, I have a very, VERY , VERY important celebration.
My fourth book Rx FOR TRUST will be released in two days, less than forty-eight hours by the Wild Rose Press. PRESCRIPTION FOR TRUST is already available at amazon.com for the paperback book.
Rx FOR TRUST, the first book in the Doctor’s Order series, is a sweet and spicy medical romance that will make you smile, laugh and cry— the story of two psychiatrists with conflicting theories on how to treat their patients and tame their own emotions.
The story’s theme revolves around a famous saying by Walter Scott:
“Oh what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive.”
Blurb: An American psychiatrist, with a troubled past and secrets by the bucket-load has built a successful career where love has no room. The French psychiatrist, she loved ten years ago, detests secrets and threatens to unravel the secrets of her thorny past. Can he win her trust and love before her inner fears destroy their second chance at happiness?
I will blogging about my new book:
Thursday, December 3rd, at http://www.romancebandits.blogspot.com/
That blog is populated with Golden Heart and Rita finalists and I am quite nervous at being in such a sophisticated company. Come and hold my hand and leave comments please.
Thursday, December 3rd, http://www.frwriters.org/blog/
Yes I have two blogs on the same day. And I count on you to drop by at this one too. PLEASE, pretty please.
Friday, December 4th at http://authorroastandtoast.blogspot.com/ where my friend Mary Ricksen and her crew including, model butler Oliver, will roast me
Remember that day is my big day, my RELEASE DAY for PRESCRIPTION FOR TRUST.
Saturday, December 5th, at http://goddessesofstorytelling.blogspot.com/
Wednesday, December 9th at http://www.lianalaverentz.blogspot.com/
where my friend and fellow author Liana Lavarentz is showcasing my new book.
Tursday, December 10th at http://emmalaiwrites.blogspot.com/
for an interview with Emma Lai.
Friday, December 11 at the PinkFuzzy Slippers http://pinkfuzzyslipperwriters.blogspot.com/
There will be questions, contests and prizes on every blog. So I hope to see you there.
Meanwhile here is an excerpt from Rx FOR TRUST, a love scene--a light one--for your enjoyment.
“We should live in the present,” he whispered against her mouth and kissed her again with the passion she’d never forgotten.
When she managed to breathe, she cradled his cheeks in her hands and smiled. “Can I invite you upstairs for a drink?”
His gaze locked on hers, peering into her soul. “Have I convinced you? Do you really want me to come?”
“I really want you.” She sealed her words with a kiss on his lips.
“In that case, I could use a Cognac.” He stroked her hair and offered her a dazzling smile before opening the car door and walking her to her apartment.
She felt strong, confident, elated with his arm around her waist. Anticipation warmed her belly with spiraling flames. She’d been waiting for this moment for ten long years.
When they entered her apartment, she switched the lights on and closed the door behind them. “Make yourself comfortable,” she said as she kicked off her high-heeled pumps.
Luc removed his jacket and bowtie, and undid the top button of his shirt. He looked around him, surveying the living room. “Nice place you have here. It is exactly as I expected, neat, elegant and cozy.” He pointed to a Monet painting above the white leather couch. “And you put in a French touch.”
“Always. I can’t live without the French touch.”
He grinned and strolled toward the credenza that served as a buffet and a bar.
“Is there anything else we need to talk about? I mean about your many lady friends,” she said as he poured two drinks with as much ease as if he lived in this apartment.
“Non. No more mention of other women. But I can talk about you all night long and never be bored.” He gave her a glass and clicked his against hers. “A la tienne. To you.”
He swirled the golden liquid, brought it to his nose and inhaled. “C’est bon. Very good.” He drained it and refilled it for himself. “Do you remember our last time together?”
“The time you told me you were leaving?”
“And you told me you never wanted to see me again because your career was more important than empty feelings. No. That’s a day I have tried hard to forget. I was talking about the last time we...hmm...made love.”
“Oh.” Heat crept up her neck and face.
“We came back from your graduation party straight to your little student apartment. You wore a black silk dress like tonight and this pearl necklace. Your hair was floating down your back. We had a glass of Chardonnay.”
She brought her hand to her throat. God, he hadn’t forgotten any details. “I-I remember.”
"You gave me a soft kiss.”
“As usual you changed it into a torrid one.”
He came toward her, seized her hand and led her to the couch. “And do you remember I pulled you onto my lap, just like now.” He dropped onto the leather sofa and dragged her down with him. His hands trailed up her arms, skimmed her shoulders. The feather-like caress strayed to her throat, sending a tingle of pleasure all the way to her belly.
And here she thought she’d never sit on his lap again. She basked in the intimacy of their position. “I remember the scent of your cologne, amber and spice.” Closing her eyes, she nuzzled his neck and inhaled. “The same as you have on today.”
“Oh my darling.” Cupping her face between his palms, he captured her mouth in a deep kiss that left her breathless. When he released her, he smiled and his eyes twinkled with merriment.
“Let’s remember more things. I unclasped your necklace, and then I unzipped your dress. Like this.” He removed her jewelry, lowered her bodice down her arms, and exposed her black lace bra.
“And then—” He swiftly unclasped her bra and eased it away. His gaze flickered from one breast to the other, warming her with anticipated pleasure. “Gorgeous,” he whispered as he raised his eyes. Raw desire blazed in their blue depth and mirrored her own excitement.
Mesmerized, she hooked her arms around his neck, snuggled against his chest and breathed the masculine smell that made her dizzy with want.
“And then… Like this?” She smiled, ready to give as good as she got. “Your shirt has to go.” The buttons snapped open to reveal the muscular chest she’d recalled more than once in her fantasies. “Beautiful.”
He chuckled when she mimicked his words and moves, and with a swift motion he threw his shirt away, but when she contoured his nipples with her tongue, he stiffened, his arousal pushing into her thigh.
“Where is your bedroom, chérie?”