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On a trip to the English countryside, Flynn Owen meets and falls in love with a handsome English nobleman, Robert Easton. and discovers the father she never knew.
Unfortunately, a horrible family secret threatens to destroy her new found happiness. Now, she fears, she’ll lose The Men of Her Dreams.
"I don’t appreciate you interrupting me." Robert’s voice seemed to grow louder each time he spoke.
"Yes, everything went as planned." He growled into the phone.
Flynn hoped his discussion wasn’t in reference to what had happened a few minutes earlier. How could she have been so easy? He made her body tingle with desire she had never felt in all her twenty-nine years. But, she couldn’t believe how lustfully wanton she had been. She wondered about the phone call. Who had called him so late?
Jumbled thoughts ran through her mind as he continued his conversation. It couldn’t be his uncle. He didn’t know they were there. Maybe it was Basil. The thought made her shudder. Could it be a woman?
"I’ll fill you in when I get back tomorrow." He slammed the phone down so hard the bell made a flat tone.
She watched in the mirror as he walked toward her. He must be thinking horrible thoughts of her. At least she had a chance to cool off and get herself under control. She was almost glad the phone had rung when it did.
He walked up behind her, the mirror reflecting his mischievous grin as he wrapped his arms around her waist. He leaned forward and whispered into her ear.
"It’s late. We both have a busy day tomorrow." He reached for her shoulders and turned her to face him. "I think we should be off to bed."
She could hardly believe it. "But..."
Even though she wanted him, they had only known each other a few days. She had let her emotions get out of hand earlier. But not now. No! Maybe. Not yet. She would be here a few more weeks, who knew what could happen.
He took her by the hand and pulled her toward the library door. When they reached the foyer, she stopped.
"Wait. I... I... I forgot my shoes." She ran back into the room and snatched them up. As she rose, she realized he had followed behind her. He reached out again and took her hand.
"I said, it’s time for bed," he said firmly.
"All right then, you asked for it." In one quick swoop, he’d picked her up in his arms and took her out the door. He carried her with ease into the hallway and up the majestic stairway.
Her mind raced. She knew if he gave her another one of those kisses, she wouldn’t be able to resist. But did she really want to? Yes. She had already decided it would be too soon. It seemed like he had other plans. Would he force himself on her?
They reached the double doors to her room and he pushed one open with his foot. He carried her to the huge bed and deposited her on it. He leaned toward her, gently moved the hair that had fallen across her face, and kissed her forehead.
She held her breath.
"Sleep well." He left, closing the door behind him.
Flynn couldn’t believe what had just happened.
The door opened far enough for him to stick his head around the edge. "In case you’re wondering, I do want you. Just not yet." His dark eyes twinkled merrily in the firelight, then he closed the door once again.
Flynn propped herself on her elbows and stared at the door in disbelief. That man totally confused her. She had never known anyone to show so such control. It amazed her. It frustrated her.
She lay on the big bed for a while, stared at the tall dark beams in the ceiling, and wondered if he would come back. As the minutes passed, she felt a twinge and realized he wouldn’t. Not tonight.
Southern born and bred, Debbie finally found love and happiness living in the midwest married to a Yankee. As a young child, she liked to make up stories, and finds now it’s nice not to get in trouble for it.
When not writing, her “day” job has been in finance for twenty years. She’s an avid reader, sometimes cross-stitcher and spends Saturday’s during the summer watching her husband race his stock car. Debbie attends Jazzercise and credits all the instructors and friends there for keeping her sane and in a smaller size pants. Not having much of a green thumb, she enjoys watching her neighbors, the Thompson’s tend their beautiful garden.
She’s the mother of twin daughters, Maranda and Randi, stepmother to Christopher, Larry Jr. and his wife Connie, and their daughter McKenzie.
Debbie currently lives in Missouri with her husband Larry, and their very spoiled cat, Prissie.
Book Publisher: Wings e Press
No. of Pages: 270
Paper Weight (lb): 11.6
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