Joanna Spencer, a single working mother, finally achieves her career aspirations only to find her new position far more than she bargained for. Her new boss is none other than the arrogant, womanizing playboy who gave her the most tantalizing kiss she had ever received. Joanna's vow not to let another man into her life after the loss of her husband five years before is put to the test by her boss who is determined to win her heart.
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The Wild Rose Press
May 01, 2008
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Excerpt from Still Waters by Jo Barrett
The roughness of a new beard scraped against Joanna's skin as thick full lips pressed firmly against her mouth. She whimpered and the pressure softened. Slowly he pulled away, but she didn't want him to leave. It had been three years since a man had really kissed her, and although it hadn't felt at the start like a kiss, she desperately wished it to end as one. After all, she was only dreaming again.
She often had dreams like this one. Dreams where a faceless man held her in his arms and soothed her aching spirit. She used to see her husband's face, and in the beginning that had brought her comfort, but over the years since his death, his image had faded. Now there was no face, no identity, only the feeling, and she welcomed it.
With a soft moan, she caressed his lips. He lingered, barely touching, then pressed his mouth once more against hers. Teasing her lips apart, his tongue enticed hers to explore the taste and texture of his mouth, dueling and delving deeper, filling the emptiness of her weary soul. She wanted the feeling to last forever, but after another moment of pure bliss he was gone, and it was time to wake up.
Slowly lifting her heavy lids, she found herself looking into a pair of eyes the color of cool green moss.
"Welcome back." The deep resonant tone of his voice sent goose bumps across her damp skin and she shivered.
He raised his head and turned, giving her a view of his nearly perfect profile. "Toss me that towel."
Not a dream? Not a faceless lover?