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List for Month of February 2009Lori’s ex-fiancé framed her and made certain she went to prison in his stead. Now she’s out, and he wants to shut her up. He’s hired a man to stalk her, threaten her and tell her to leave the case closed and accept her fate.
Lori ’s never been that obedient, and she believes in making her own fate. Her new friend Sal Tarentino is right there beside her, cheering her on.
Can they win? And find a way to turn their coincidental meeting into…happily ever after?
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Lori is
terrified of Sal. She’s been put through the proverbial wringer. She
was
sentenced to prison for a crime of embezzlement she didn’t commit and
served
parole for the past year. She’d come to a small town seeking solitude
and
escape from the rat race. She hates men. Her fiancé framed her
and slept with
another woman, his accomplice. Lori knows it and wants to prove it, and
her
innocence, someday, when she gets the nerve, and the proof. She
especially
hates lawyers, too bad for Sal. Her ex-fiancé had hired an
attorney to pretend
to defend her. All the while he was securing her guilty verdict by
misrepresenting her.
So much for
peace and quiet for Lori. Sal has her in an uproar of hormones, and
Sal’s own
libido is in overdrive. How will Sal convince Lori’s he’s not for sale,
as her
ex-lawyer had been, or an evil cheat, liar and fraud, as her
ex-fiancé had
been? How will he make her love him? And how will Lori prove her
innocence, put
her ex-fiancé behind bars, and consider herself, an ex-con,
deserving of an
upscale lawyer, which she soon realizes Sal is? And how will they both
escape
the stalker Lori’s ex has sent to terrify her enough to force her to
keep her
mouth shut and the case closed?
Sal
braced himself as Lori drawled sexily, “I’m sorry, Sal. I know I’ve
been rough
on you. It’s not you. It’s me.”
She
lowered her arms and stepped toward him. She stopped before they
touched, only
inches away. They might as well have been touching though, for all the
heat coming
from her body and pouring into his now-traumatized one. The electricity
humming
between them nearly knocked Sal to his now-wobbly knees.
Her
body called to his, and he sensed her essence floating in the air, her
sensuous
aroma attacking every nerve ending. His breathing became even more
radical, his
arousal more intense, more painful. He needed release, or at the very
least
distance, and a cold shower, again.
He
wore boxers. There no way for him to hide his reaction.
Lori
continued her torture, caressing him like a fresh, warm breeze with her
sultry
voice. “But I don’t want to talk about our past, or my past
either. I
don’t even want to think about the future. I want to live…tonight…and
share it…with
you. Will you, Sal? Share the night with me, that is?”