I’m running about a week late with the release of Heart Sync. The book is finished but its these last minute pesky edits that are taking time. And, October has not been without its obstacles.  I think I really should start doubling my writing estimates, or quadrupling them at least …you know, to account for stuff like LIFE, and things that happen that I have no control over :-)

Anyway, please forgive me.  As a way of saying sorry for not having the book ready for you in October, here is an excerpt from Heart Sync. I hope you enjoy it:

Chapter 1
Michael Zimmerman hung up the phone and shook his head. He hadn’t liked any part of the scene he had witnessed this morning in Nadine Stefano’s office. He rubbed his index finger along his chin, and tapped the table with the fingers of his other hand. If there was one good outcome from this whole shoddy episode, it was that Sandra Donnelly had accepted his offer of taking time off with immediate effect.

The woman was a good example of the fine line between madness and genius. Most of the time she was a miniature hive of volcanic activity, simmering over with scorching disdain for people, processes and systems. Yet on the other hand, when he had been really stuck, or the business had needed a new pipeline of energy and ideas, she had been the person to produce.

But he realised that working with someone so unbalanced was not conducive to a successful and harmonious working environment. The showdown with Nadine Stefano had been proof enough.

He could see why someone like Nadine could push Sandra to the very limits of her tolerance. By going over Sandra’s head and selecting Tanya’s replacement himself, he felt he hadn’t helped the situation much either.

But getting rid of Sandra completely was not going to be a simple task. So for the time being, having her out of the office was the next best thing, until he decided what to do with her and where best to place her.

At a time in his life when he might have toyed with the idea of taking more of a backseat in his own company and grooming someone else to replace him, Michael Zimmerman had other ideas. In fact he had lofty ideas. None more so than expanding his bases and Paris and Rome. In time, he would set up a unit in London. But for the coming year, his focus would be on increasing the advertising capabilities of the existing two European offices.
It was time for a major overhaul of his company. The Zimmerman Group was thriving in a recessionary climate. He knew he could take it to greater heights. Where his competitors were being cautious, Michael knew he would do the opposite: he would take more risks, calculated risks no doubt, but he wouldn’t sit in his comfort zone enjoying the success. He could do more and he would.

However, before he could devote time on his medium to long-term strategy, which he needed the board’s backing on, he had immediate problems to resolve. First of all he had to find out what Sandra’s current projects were. Nadine would be back tomorrow. He felt reassured. She was someone whom he could rely on all the time, without fail. She was an asset to his organization and it was a blessing that she had turned up when she had.
He picked up his phone. “Melissa, please get me a list of all the projects that Sandra Donnelly is currently working on and all appointments involving her for the next six weeks please.”

“Sandra Donnelly? Yes Mr. Zimmerman. Right away.” Melissa hung up and stared blankly at her computer screen, her thoughts momentarily replaying the upsetting scene she had witnessed earlier on. Michael had already informed her that Sandra wouldn’t be returning to the office for a while and that Nadine would be back tomorrow. She had breathed a little easier on hearing those words.
At least Nadine would be back.
“Problems?” Matt from IT cruised up towards her, and rested against the edge of her desk.
“It’s been quite a day,” said Melissa, looking at him with tired eyes.
“Buy you a drink after work?” he asked in a lowered tone. Her gaze swept from his face down to his tight, well formed arms as he leaned towards her.
She nodded, suddenly cheerful. “I’d like that.”
“I’ll call you later.” He slid off the desk and winked at her before walking away.

Back at the workshop, Nadine slowly slid out of Ethan’s arms and looked around her, at the secret world that Ethan inhabited, completely unknown to her until now. She walked around in awe.
“This…is…yours?” She asked in wonderment. It was hard to believe that the man who had stripped off so readily like a pro in front of her at the bachelorette party, and the  man who had so completely claimed her heart at the Stormont, was also capable of creating such beautiful pieces of art from something as cold, hard and ugly as metal. Ethan nodded his head slowly. Nadine wandered around, running her hands over the tools that lay scattered everywhere. She stopped every now and then to examine the small panels he had prepared and placed on the tables, and then she would turn to look at Ethan, who continued watching her with amusement.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this?” She raised her eyebrows at him, accusingly.
“I tried to, but you didn’t believe me.”
She lowered her eyes, “I’m sorry. I was a fool not to.”
“Ask me any questions you want, Nadine. I don’t think we should have any more secrets between us.” He rested his hands on the table behind him, and her gaze flickered across his broad and powerful shoulders. She longed to rest her head against his chest and to let him hold her tight, as she knew he would. But they needed to talk, for now. There were still many unanswered questions.
She walked back towards the half-finished sculpture and ran her fingers gently along the dragonfly’s wings. “How did you do this?” she gasped, feeling the texture of the patterned wings against her skin.
“Tools, a lot of time, and patience.”
She glanced back at him. “Ethan, it’s beautiful. So beautiful. I never knew you were so talented. Will you sell this when it’s finished?” He walked over to her, and stood behind her as she examined the rest of the sculpture in fascination.
“Yeah, I’m making a duplicate of the model I sold before. The gallery owner, Douglas, really liked it and wants one to display here.”
“It’s a dragonfly, and an…airplane?” She felt his arms wrap around her arms and his hands locked together against her stomach. The fire in her belly electrified.
“The first one was supposed to be a light aircraft but it got badly injured. I had to salvage it, so I made it part dragonfly, part aircraft. The dragonfly was born out of the damaged side, you could say.”
Nadine’s eyes remained fixed on the model as she tried to come to terms with the idea that the man she believed to be only a male escort come stripper, was really a talented and creative artist instead. “You have a gift.” She murmured as she nestled against him. Her eyes were riveted to the sculpture but she was enjoying the feel of his whole body against her back.
“Thank you,” he whispered into her ear. The mere hint of his aftershave sent her senses into overdrive. She arched her back as his fingers gently moved her thick hair away from her shoulder. Her skin tingled for the touch of his lips.
“He says he’ll see you tomorrow?” asked Ethan, as his lips grazed the side of her neck.
“Ummmm hmmmm,” Nadine let out a moan as Ethan left a trail of kisses along her neck. She turned herself around, so that they stood face to face and she slipped her arms around his neck,  pulling him closer towards her.
It felt like coming home, to be with him again.
“And you don’t have to go back to work this afternoon?” he mumbled, his lips soft and wet against her mouth. Nadine moaned softly again, biting her lip. “No,” she whispered, hungry for his touch and loving every single bit of attention he was giving her.

Ethan lifted his head away and stared directly into Nadine’s eyes. “So we have the afternoon free?” There was hope in his voice.
Lost in his embrace, she had closed her eyes and was drifting off into her own slice of heaven. But his voice, so low, so sexy, spoke directly to her and she knew what he wanted. She wanted the same. Her eyes flew open and she stared back into his, losing all semblance of control as she saw the flagrant desire in his. “We have the afternoon free,” she whispered, her lips parted, waiting for his.
Ethan dropped his head down and kissed her on the lips hard, the full force of his mouth clamping down on hers and possessing it fully. Memories of their recent too-short encounter at the hotel were still fresh in her mind.  Her senses pulsed in anticipation as he moved his hands gently along her shoulders; he cupped her face with one hand and slid the other slowly down her side before resting it gently on her waist, waiting for her to take the lead.

She felt the blood rushing through her body and a slow, sensual ache set out deep in her stomach, sending out waves of heat all over her body. She moved closer still and fell deeper into his kiss. Wanting more, she slipped one hand under his t-shirt and touched his chest, letting her hand roam around his hot skin and feeling his hard muscles tense beneath the soft caress of her fingers. His breathing quickened as her fingers grazed up and down his naked skin, finally feeling what she had missed these past days.
Ethan stared down at her, his eyes dark with lust, before kissing her long and hard with unbridled passion. All at once she felt him hard against her stomach and she let out a low, gentle moan, enjoying the feel of him so close to her. “Here, Ethan. Now,” she begged.
He stopped kissing her and then tilted her head upwards with the index finger of his hand.
“Now?” His lips turned up at the corners in amusement.
“Yes,” she pleaded.

He smiled, running his thumb over her kissed-to-death lips. He was teasing her and she was beyond that point. She moved her head towards him and he kissed her again, his tongue dancing with hers for the longest time as his hand moved down the fabric of her skirt and cupped her bottom, giving it a gentle squeeze. She moved her thigh eagerly in response, willing him to take her now.
“Not here, Nadine. Not now.” He pulled away and she saw that his eyes were dark with desire.
“Ethan!” she wailed, her desperation for him driving her insane with desire as she tugged at his t-shirt, trying to lift it up and over his chest. But he was too broad and the t-shirt was too tight to come off easily.
He grabbed both of her hands gently in his. “For one, these metal shavings hurt if they end up in the wrong places.” He watched her face, looking deep into her eyes, “and secondly we don’t have any protection.” Her body was on fire and here he was, the voice of reason.
She wriggled her hands free and grabbed his wrist. “Let’s go back to my place. You can get what you need along the way.”
She noted that he didn’t even wait for her to finish her sentence.

 

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Summertime and kids do not equal a lot of writing time!

I am now working on Heart Sync, the sequel to The Proposal and I’m going to do my very best to get this out …… soon :-)

 

This is an excerpt from Chapter 7 of The Proposal:

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By the time Nadine got back home that evening, it was late. Ethan hadn’t called her back and she was annoyed.
Time was running out and Melissa was expecting to meet her fabulous boyfriend called Ethan. Michael Zimmerman would be looking for the other half of a stable relationship. Well, she certainly planned to give them both what they were looking for.
Totally exhausted, she fell into a heap on her huge, cream couch. She needed to send out a few emails about the new brochures for they were good; very good. And she was proud of them. But first, she would eat. And before that, she would take a little nap.
Sandra had worked her like a mad woman this week and Nadine wasn’t looking forward to spending much time with her at the convention next week. She was relieved to hear that Melissa would be going although for the junior members of staff, no partners were allowed.
Drifting in and out of a light sleep, with her stomach rumbling away, Nadine heard in the distance the sound of her cell phone going off. Shaking her head to waken herself and sending her strawberry blonde curls tumbling down her shoulders, she fumbled around for the cell phone with one hand and rubbed her eyes with the other.
“Hello?” it was a young sounding almost boyish voice at the other end.
“Hello?” Nadine questioned. “Who is this?”
“You left a message regarding the Dreamboys Dancers ma’am. You had a booking for Keira Stefano’s hen-night three weeks ago? I’m just returning your call. How can I help?”
Struggling to find a way to phrase her request, Nadine blurted out, “Thanks for calling back. Yes, umm – one of the guys who came, Ethan I think his name was, is…I’d, we’d – like to speak to him about a possible rebooking please.” Nadine hoped that this didn’t come across as too unusual a request. Heck, why would it be unusual? This was a perfectly, normal, if slightly desperate, request for a service that this company provided. When the young man at the other end didn’t say anything, Nadine wondered if he was laughing at her.
The thought that he might be, annoyed her greatly. “Hello? Are you there?” her tone was slightly agitated.
“Sorry, I was just looking for Ethan’s number.  Let me get him to call you back. Would that be alright?”
Taken aback by his helpfulness, Nadine replied, “Of course. Uh – could you do that right away please? I’ve left it all a bit late. Thank you.”
She hung up and found herself eagerly anticipating his phone call.
It had been over three weeks since she had last seen him but she had been thinking of him on and off during that entire time. Not withstanding the fact that he had been almost naked here in her living room, or the fact that he had a beautiful body, or the fact that he had seemed so polite and nice and easy to talk to, she had found herself mildly attracted to him. And he piqued her interest.
And, really, he was not at all how she imagined a hot and gorgeous stripper would be like. Perhaps it was precisely because he had been in her thoughts on and off these past few weeks, that his name had come hurtling out of her mouth the minute Melissa had pressed her for the name of her boyfriend.
How would she ask him to be her ……..partner? Her escort? Her make believe boyfriend for the annual business convention next week?
She didn’t want to think about how he would take to this news or how he might respond to her request so she busied herself making a spinach, mushroom and mozzarella omelet. It smelled heavenly. She took a bite and it melted in her mouth. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the taste of it. But the sudden and harsh ringing of her phone made her heart jump. Instantly jolted from her pleasant tasting experience, Nadine glanced at her cell phone and saw an unrecognized number showing up.  She knew who it was right away.
“Hello,” she attempted an unrushed and calm voice, putting down her fork quietly.
“Hey. I hear you’ve left it all a bit too late. What’s up?” he asked. So easily, just like that. As if they had been talking like friends for ages. All at once, she pictured his blue eyes seeing through her. Nadine swallowed. This wasn’t going to be easy. “I was wondering if we could hire you again for next weekend.”  She waited with bated breath.
“Uh-huh. For the same act?” he asked, innocently enough. She pictured his lips, the way they curled up at the ends whenever he asked a question. He made things seem like halfway between a question and a statement.
“Not quite,” she said slowly at the same time that he said, “Because that’s not what I do.”  Realizing that their answers overlapped each other and didn’t make sense to either one of them, he said, “Excuse me?”
She said, “What do you mean it’s not what you do?  You stripped off didn’t you?”
“But that’s not what you want.”
“You said it’s not what you do. So why did you do it when you came here?”
“Because you paid me.”
“Excuse me?”
Nadine had gotten up from her chair and had begun to pace the floor of her kitchen. This conversation wasn’t going at all how she had imagined it would. It was exasperating. She was sure he was trying to make it as difficult for her as he could.
“Calm down, lady,” he ordered. She wasn’t happy about the tone he said it in either.
Holding back her rising anger she asked, “Do you talk to all your customers in that way?”
“You’d be amazed at how some of our customers want us to talk to them,” he answered in a more somber tone, “Or the things they expect,” he continued, rather cryptically.
This was not going anywhere fast.
Nadine felt flabbergasted. “I need to hire you to pretend to be my boyfriend.”  She said it quickly and waited for his reaction once those words hit home.
After a short pause, he said, “Well, that’s something I can do. What I don’t normally do is the stripping thing. I was only helping a friend out, a good friend, otherwise I’d never had done that.”
“I see.” Were the only words that came to Nadine’s mind.
“You seem a little………..tired, Nadine.” At least he had remembered her name.  “Care to tell me what exactly you want and when? You said it was something you’d left to the last minute.”
“Aaaarrgh.” Nadine groaned.
“I’m in the area. I could stop by quickly. Save us having this awkward conversation on the phone.”
The idea of him coming by right now appealed to her immensely. “Alright, come over. We’ll discuss the proposal face to face.”
“See you in ten.” He hung up quickly.
Having quickly lost her appetite, Nadine cleared away her table and checked herself out in the mirror. She didn’t want to have any spinach stuck between her teeth.

Almost ten minutes later, Ethan arrived on Nadine’s doorstep.  She let him in with a genuine smile on her face, glancing at him as he walked in. He was even better looking than she last remembered. The wine and vodka jellies had left a hazy memory of the finer details of his appearance. She was more than pleasantly surprised to see that he was even better in person than her memory had served to her.
Ethan walked into Nadine’s place and made a mental note of her figure which was spectacularly shown off to its maximum in her cream wrap over dress. The last time he saw her she’d been slumming it in her jeans and sweatshirt. Now he saw her for the slick, professional and beautiful woman that she really was.
“Hello again,” he said in his friendly and soft voice.
“Hey yourself, come in.”
When they were both inside in her lounge, Nadine asked, “Drink?”
“No, I’m good thank you.”
The memory of him in his g-string, with a shiny chest dripping with sweat and a perfectly honed body suddenly flashed into her head.  She couldn’t talk to him in the lounge any longer; there were too many memories of the last time tied to it.
“I know what you’re thinking,” he said in a husky voice, taking her lead and following her into the kitchen.
“You do?” Nadine asked rather faintly.
“Yeah, you’re wondering if I’m working or not?”
“The thought had crossed my mind,” she answered, with relief. The smell of mushrooms and egg permeated in the air. It smelled comforting and warm.
She leant against her worktop, watching him from a safe distance. “I have a proposal for you,” she said in a tight voice. Then, thinking it might be better to put this to him sitting down, she sat down at the table which had been cleared.
He sat across from her. “I can’t wait to hear,” he smiled, a little too broadly for her liking. She lost her trail of thought as she stared across at him. This was going to sound embarrassing. Seeing her discomfort, he started, “You want me to pretend to be your boyfriend. Is that it?”
She nodded weakly. Finding her voice she added, “I’ve got a very important work convention in Sacramento, next weekend. We leave on Friday, stay Saturday and head back around Sunday afternoon. All the bigwigs from work will be there. With partners.”
Ethan was intrigued. “So, how do I fit into all this?”
“You won’t have to do anything. No stripping, no performing, no dancing, nothing. You just have to eat, drink, talk to other partners, play some golf, swim, go to the gym. Meet for dinner and cocktails in the evening. Two evenings and that is it.”
“No stripping, no performing?” he raised his eyes. She wasn’t sure if he was reiterating what she had said or if he was playing with her. She nodded.
This seemed too good to be true. He ran it by her again, “All I have to do is eat, drink, I don’t play golf, but I can swim and I can go to the gym? It sounds like a holiday. Sure, I can do that.”
“My work colleagues will be there and we have to pretend to them that we’re an item.” She said this quickly, as though she couldn’t get the words out fast enough.  Ethan clasped his hands together in front of him and rested them on the table. He leaned in closer towards Nadine. “So, regarding the boyfriend bit – do I have to do anything to prove that?” his eyes had that mischievous look in them and his lips carried a smile.
Thinking that he was mocking her, Nadine felt the color rise to her cheeks. “Ethan,” she said evenly, “this is just a business proposal. I will pay you very well, to pretend for three days to be my boyfriend. Do you think you can do it?” Her eyes blazed with anger though she was trying to control it.
Softening his tone and realizing he had taken it too far, he sat back. “Hey, Nadine, I didn’t mean anything by it. Just to clear things up. I’m not a stripper. I’m an escort. A male escort. This is just a side job, desperate measures and all that, but it’s temporary. This is what I do. Sometimes I take women out on dates. It’d be a pleasure to hang around with you for a couple of days.”  Nadine had the feeling that he meant what he said.
“Alright then.”
“My daily rate is five hundred dollars plus expenses.”
“I’ll pay you eight hundred dollars per day for three days and I’ll take care of the expenses.”
Why was she increasing the rate?
“You don’t have to increase the rate. I charge five hundred dollars a day, I told you.”
“And I’m happy to pay eight hundred, I told you.” She had no idea why she had increased the rate. She didn’t want him to think she pitied him.  In any case, she didn’t feel she was pitying him. It was more that he was helping her out of a really difficult situation. She wanted to help him out too.
“We have a deal,” he said, putting his hand out and she shook it.  They held the handshake for a little longer than normal, before letting go.
“Do you think it might be a good idea to get together before we turn up at the ….umm,” he cleared his throat, “hotel?”
Nadine hadn’t thought of that.  He was right though. If he was to be her boyfriend, they had to get their facts straight. And then of course they would be sharing a room together for two nights.  They would be expected to check in around three o’clock on Friday and then check out late on Sunday morning.
Two days, almost manageable. It was the nights she was more worried about.
“Saturday,” she said, thinking aloud.
“Excuse me?” His brow furrowed as he tried to figure out what she could possibly mean.  Nadine looked at him with her hazel eyes and Ethan’s heart flipped.
This was one offer where he didn’t mind breaking his unspoken rule.
“Saturday, you’ll need a tux or something smart for Saturday evening. Do you have a tux?” she asked, her wide eyes looked at him mockingly. Now it was his turn to feel as though she was toying with him.
“Tux, yes – it comes with the territory. Kind of. Like a uniform, if you want to think of it like that.”
She shuddered to think what he did as a male escort. Yet at the same time she was quite intrigued about the actual duties required from him in that role.
She said, “Good. Well maybe we ought to get together one evening to get our stories straight?”
He watched her bemused and found himself looking forward to this assignment.
With his other clients, women who were older, desperate and craving the attention that their husbands hadn’t given them, his role was simple. He just had to give them his time and attention. Mostly, he just listened to them and all that these women really wanted was to be heard. They were lonely.
But this assignment, with Nadine felt different. For starters, she was not the average customer.  She was young, beautiful and obviously smart and he could not work out why she was single.
Many of the women he met were older with rich businessmen husbands who were off doing their own dirty businesses. But Nadine was single. He was confused as to why a woman like her couldn’t get anyone, not even an ex-boyfriend or male friend to escort her to this type of event.
Nadine leaned forward, and touched his hand playfully, “Whatever thoughts you’re thinking, stop it,” she gave him a cheeky look.
“I was just wondering,” he began, “that how come someone like you doesn’t have a boyfriend?”
“I could ask the same thing of you?” returned Nadine, relieved to have found a way to deflect the question back to him.
“Shall we just settle on meeting up one day next week?” he asked her, avoiding her question completely.
“That’s a good idea. I’ll call you.”
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These hot summer nights are hard work! I can barely sleep and I can barely function through the day as it is.  I just want to let you know that I’m working at snail’s pace at the moment. My tweaking and editing on the prequel to The Proposal are coming along but v..e..r..y  s..l..o..w..l..y……….

For now, here’s a sneak at the cover.  What do you think?

 

I’m editing Lost In Solothe prequel to The Proposal, which is the story of Ethan and Nadine, two single people, caught up in the obstacles of everyday life, who meet by chance one night…………

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I released this a couple of weeks ago, and I’m sorry it was a couple of weeks later than I said it would be :-(

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Editing takes over, and then life gets complicated and then…………………..Ethan and Nadine keep coming back!  Watch this space for more on that.

But in the meantime, I hope you enjoy this little romantic novella about a woman who gets dumped by her fiancee six weeks before her wedding day.

He tells her on New Year’s Eve, and their wedding was supposed to take place on Valentines Day and he dumps her. But she still goes on her honeymoon.  Hope you like it!

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I’m super excited – so much so that I had to share the news with you – my latest novella, Honeymoon For One is almost ready!  I know, its a bit premature of me to share this.  The book is undergoing final editing and should be available by next week.

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Caitlin Quinn has just walked out of a miserable relationship with her abusive boyfriend and is finally starting to get her life back on track again.
Walking home late on a cold, December night after a Christmas party at work, Caitlin is suddenly and brutally attacked.
Terrorised and frightened for her life she screams for help when suddenly a handsome stranger comes to her rescue and saves her.
Thrown together under the most horrific of circumstances, Caitlin and her rescuer must learn to deal with the effects of the attack as well as their existing relationships and the problems that each of them faces.
The bigger problem, however, is that they are starting to become attracted to one another too.

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