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READ TO ME
Contemporary Romance Novella
Companion piece to Write to Me
At the age of forty-four, Blaise Blankenship believes her own opportunity for romance has long since passed until she accidentally lands in the lap of a sexy stranger. She and the handsome Latino connect over an afternoon at a local bookstore, sharing their love of erotica. Blaise is swept away by an impetuous, hot, "no last names" night together. But the morning after reveals a truth she can't ignore—or avoid.
As he stood holding the D.H. Lawrence volume, Blaise imagined his large hands stroking her, caressing her body. She quivered, her panties moistening.
Look away, look away!
Quickly, she redirected her gaze to his face. His lips quirked in a little smile. Oh, God, had he guessed where her thoughts had wandered? “Umm, I take the bus all the time, but I don't think I've ever seen you before.”
He nodded. “I usually drive to work and back, but my car's in the shop and I couldn't catch a ride with anyone, so…” He extended his hand. “I'm Guy, by the way.”
“Hi, I'm Blaise.” When they shook hands, she again flashed to the image of him touching her in more intimate ways.
He replaced Lady Chatterley on the shelf. “I didn't mean to interrupt your reading.” He nodded at her book. “Cupid's Delight. I'm not familiar with that one. Any good?”
Blood rushed to her cheeks. Oh Blaise, don't be a baby. She cleared her throat, flustered by the feelings this man brought out in her. “Too early to tell. I haven't started it.”
“It sounds intriguing, doesn't it?” His gaze held hers and excitement fizzed through her.
She swallowed hard and nodded. “I think so, too.”
With a tilt of his head, Guy indicated the red velvet loveseat wedged into the corner. “Maybe we could sit, read it together.”
Her breath hitched, and her heart thumped so hard she'd have been surprised if he couldn't see her blouse flutter. Had this man actually asked to read the book with her? Yes.
And was she going to agree? Yes!