Daphne Kemp is trying to get her life and finances back in order after her ex-husband left her with a huge debt. When her friend suggests she answer an ad to model for famous photographer Gerard Lynch, the lure of paying off some of that debt is too strong to resist.
One look at Gerard lures Daphne into more than modeling. She breaks her rules about one-night stands and younger men and spends a sex-filled evening with the handsome photographer.
Gerard never gets involved with his models, yet he is immediately drawn to Daphne. He has to find a way to break down the walls she's erected around her heart to give them a chance at forever.
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Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Soft Focus by Lynn LaFleur
"Hi," he heard a feminine voice say over the computer's speaker.
"Come in," Dale said. "You're right on time."
Gerard pressed a key to activate the camera focused on Dale's desk where he held the interviews. A woman with flowing blonde hair settled into the chair in front of Dale's desk.
Gerard's heart began a thick thumping in his chest.
A series of keystrokes and the camera zoomed in on her oval face. He couldn't tell the exact color of her eyes, but they were either green or hazel. Long eyelashes darkened with mascara. A light dusting of blush on her cheekbones. Shapely lips covered with glossy coral.
He moved the camera angle lower. Full breasts filled out the front of her green T-shirt. He could see a hint of cleavage in the round neckline.
"I'm Daphne Kemp."
Daphne. A lovely name for a lovely woman.
"Welcome, Ms. Kemp. I'm Dale Gibson, Mr. Lynch's assistant. I have a few questions to ask you."
Her voice wrapped around his cock and squeezed. A burgeoning erection made Gerard shift in his chair. He tried to move the camera lower to see more of her body. Dale's desk was in the way.
"Damn it," he muttered.
It didn't matter that he couldn't see more of her. He wanted to photograph Daphne Kemp for his book.
He pressed the key that would flash a green light on Dale's computer screen. Dale stopped in mid sentence and glanced at the camera, a shocked look on his face. Gerard had never approved someone so quickly, so wasn't surprised at his assistant's disbelief.
Dale stumbled over his words a moment before he spoke again. "Mr. Lynch is working on a new book and wishes to employ twenty people in this area to pose for him."
Gerard didn't wait to hear any more of Dale's memorized spiel. He rose and walked out of his bedroom.
He stepped into the corner of the living room that Dale used as a reception area. "No, I never have," Daphne said, "but I'm willing to work hard and learn."
"That's all I ask," Gerard said.
Daphne's body jerked and she whipped her head toward him, her eyes wide.
Green. Her beautiful eyes were a sparkling green, almost the same color as the first grass of spring.