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Juggling two jobs to keep her belly dance studio afloat keeps Abby
Anderson’s mind off her shattered love life—until a reawakened pain sends her
into the arms of an anonymous stranger she plucks from the audience of her
tribal belly dance show. No names, no strings, no romance. She tells herself
it’s a harmless hookup.
Until he turns up at her day job . . .
Derek Collier, the sexy heir to the Collier media dynasty, just
landed everything he’s always wanted: the publisher’s seat at the Orange County
Herald. Except his first order of business is to sell the newspaper. Reeling
from his family’s betrayal, his only comfort is the memory of that mysterious
belly dancer and the perfect night they spent together.
He won’t rest until he finds her again.
She’ll lose everything if he does.
EXCERPT:
Only one thing could divert his
thoughts tonight, and she was standing in front of him, just out of reach.
He bridged the distance and touched
her porcelain white chin.
“Is this all right?” he asked.
She covered his hand with her own
and nuzzled into it.
“We seemed to have skipped the
introductions,” he said, his eyes locked on that smooth, soft cheek. “I suppose
I have the advantage. I already know who you are, Zenina, so maybe I should
tell you I’m—”
She stopped his mouth with a quick
finger. “No names,” she said, her chocolate eyes widening. “No numbers.
Nothing. All right? Let’s just enjoy tonight.”
She didn’t want to get to know him?
Or force him to get to know her? No hoops to jump through, no empty promises to
make?
She really was perfect.
She took his hand from her shoulder
and guided it down the front of her, over the rise of her breast, the soft
slope of her belly, the ridge of her belts and scarves.
His chest thudded at the feel of
her. His mind froze.
She stopped his hand and pulled it
away.
“Do we have a deal?” she purred.
“Oh yeah,” he said, his heartbeat
racing, his breath coming fast. “You can have whatever you want.”
A slow, sexy smile crept across her
face and she rose on her toes to whisper in his ear. “Just for tonight,
handsome. Just one night.”
AUTHOR
Bio and Links:
DeAnna
Cameron writes novels featuring feisty heroines transformed by true love and
belly dance—the oldest and most exciting dance form in the world. Her novels
have been translated into Japanese, Polish, and Serbian, and her work has been
praised for its “deft prose, energetic characters and . . . colorful images” by
RT Book Reviews and called “most entertaining” by the Historical Novel Review.
Before turning to fiction, DeAnna worked as a journalist, writing and editing
for several Southern California newspapers and magazines. She’s a member of
Romance Writers of America, as well as its Orange County chapter. When she
isn’t working on her next novel, she can usually be found at her jeweler’s
bench, creating new wire-wrap, bead, and multimedia designs. She lives in
Orange County, Calif., with her family.
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ReplyDeleteThanks for featuring SHIMMY FOR ME today! It’s been a blast sharing my fascination with belly dancers with others. I think they’re just about the sexiest, most adventurous and interesting people I know. It’s still early here in California and I’m just getting going. Need coffee!!! I’ll check back later to answer any question, if anyone has some.
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I'm happy I could have you on.
DeleteI like belly dancing. I enjoy doing it as exercise too :)
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