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Desert Blossom
Rebecca Grace
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Abandoned, unwanted, unloved.

Maggie Hemple feels like the proverbial loser at love until a jackpot win and a new computer turn her life around. Now she has men pursuing her on the internet and she’s discovering she may become a winner at love after all. Or is she looking for love in all the wrong places?

Jack Conroy, her handsome neighbor, thought he was happy being Maggie’s friend. But now Maggie is changing before his eyes and he realizes unless he drops his brotherly façade, he might lose her forever. But how can he compete with a dream she has carried for 14 years?

"Sure," she said. He took her hand as they walked to his house and Maggie’s heart began to throb. Her skin tingled with awareness. As they walked inside, he grasped her hand tighter. Night lights glowed in the gloomy interior and as he closed the door, he pulled her toward him.

Maggie nearly tripped, but then she was leaning against his hard chest, her nostrils inhaling the warm wonderful scent of him, her heart hammering against her chest. He released her hand and his arms wrapped around her, holding her body against his.

"Oh, Maggie," he whispered into her hair. "Maggie, Maggie, Maggie. Wonderful, magnificent Maggie."

Her name sounded glorious on his lips, and she looked up, her eyes stopping at the thin thatch of dark hair that sprouted from the open neck of his shirt. She’d always been fascinated with that hair, and her fingers touched it, outlining the neck of his shirt. As her eyes lifted she found his clear blue eyes filled with hot desire. It had been a long time since she had seen that look in a man’s eyes. It felt good.

Maggie could feel the strength of his body against hers as he held her. Her breath quickened and for a second she feared he might let her go and head for the kitchen to make coffee, but just as she was wishing he would do it, he leaned down and dropped his lips to hers.

The kiss was filled with warmth, and her body tingled as his lips explored hers. She opened her eager mouth to him as her body trembled slightly.

Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, Maggie stood on her toes to meet his kiss forcefully. She had no idea what she was doing, but her lips seemed to have a will of their own, opening to his, seeking his, asking for more, responding in a way she didn’t know she could.

His tongue snaked out, licking the edges of her lips and then darting inside as he deepened the kiss. Maggie moaned deep in her throat, her insides growing liquid and hot as molten lava. A pain grew deep in her lower regions and her heart raced.

She wanted him. She knew what that was now, to physically desire a man to the point of hurting as a way of proclaiming their love.

Love! No, this wasn’t proclaiming love. This was what? Physical desire?

"Wait," she said, her breath coming in quick, uneven gasps.

"I’m sorry," he said. "I didn’t mean to push anything."

"You’re not. I don’t want this to be because you feel sorry for me."

"Oh, Maggie," he groaned. "I don’t feel sorry for you." He caught her hands and brought them to his lips.

In the dim light she could make out fiery lights in his eyes. The flames of desire! He wanted her as badly as she wanted him.

"I feel sorry for me," he said.

"For you?"

"Because you’re so sweet, so wonderful, so beautiful."

No one had ever called her that before. Not even Al had ever spoken to her that way.

"Would you have even looked at me before I got rid of my glasses or lost weight?" she asked.

His chuckle was quick and he kissed her fingers again. "I did. I always thought you were sweet and your eyes were pretty, and your skin so soft. I like your new weight, but it never mattered. You used to call yourself pudgy old Maggie, but I never thought of it that way. I like a woman who looks like a woman, not one of these scarecrows."

"Your wife..." she began.

He put his fingers to her lips to stop her from saying more. "Billie said something to me tonight that made me think."


"Yes. She made me realize what has been happening all along. I’ve been afraid of getting too involved with you because I might get hurt. But she asked tonight what I’d feel now if I lost you. And when I saw you dancing with those guys tonight... Well, maybe I wanted to set you up so I could leave, but now... now I know I can’t do that. I don’t want them to have you."

His words rattled around in her head. "Are you saying... you want me?"

Rebecca Grace is the pseudonym for Rebecca Martinez, an award winning former broadcast journalist who has given up the frantic pace of television newsrooms to pursue her passion for writing fiction, especially romance, romantic suspense and mystery. Her first romance, Love On Deck, was published by Wings ePress in July 2004 and received excellent reviews. Her second romance Desert Blossom was published by Wings in December 2004. Her short story Trouble in the Rockies will appear in the anthology Trouble With Romance, scheduled for release from Treble Heart Books in 2005.

After a career that took her from San Diego to Seattle to Los Angeles to Las Vegas, she has settled in Aurora, Co where she is working in public relations and writing her next romantic suspense novel.

"...a book not to be missed. LOVE ON DECK is a fun and exciting read... This is the first romance Rebecca Martinez has written with Wings ePress and with her refreshing story line and incredible writing ability, she is sure to go far."--4 Blue Ribbons--Aug 04, Dina Smith, Romance Junkies.com

"LOVE ON DECK is a modern story where the characters come alive with the believable interplay and dialogue... This very original story will captive readers with its consistent characters and well developed plot." --4 1/2 stars from Cataromance -- Aug 04, Amelia Richards, Cataromance Reviews

Fiction Books :: Romance Books :: Contemporary Books

ISBN: 1590885600
ISBN(13-digit): 9781590885604
Copyright: 2008
Book Publisher: Wings e Press
Binding: Perfect
No. of Pages: 226
Paper Weight (lb): 9.8

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