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Fiction Infatuation -- Book Excerpt

      “Your feet hurt?” he asked, eyeing my bare toes.

“A little.”

“That’s what you get for walking around the city in
impractical shoes.”

“I didn’t know I would be walking around the city,” I pointed
out.

“Give ’em here.”

I gaped at him. “What?”

He gestured with his hand. “Your feet. Put them up here.” He
patted his thigh.

“Why?”

“Because I’m going to rub them,” he said as if this were the
most obvious thing in the world.

I’d woken up in bed next to Jack, I’d let him hold my hand,
and now this. I had been crossing way too many lines, and I wasn’t ready to cross another one. “Maybe I should go,” I said, shifting in my seat.

Jack cocked one eyebrow at me. “You want
information?”

I sighed. “Yes. I need something before I go back to
work on Monday,” I told him honestly.

He patted his thigh again. “Well, then.”

Jack’s games should have me so pissed off I couldn’t see
straight. I should be running away from this man as far as I could. After all, he’d done nothing but toy with me since I’d met him. But for some reason, I wasn’t angry. I was mostly
intrigued.

I swung myself around on the couch and plopped my feet onto
his leg. Jack immediately enclosed my left foot in both of his hands. “Good girl.”

I scooted further down on the couch and laid my head back on
the arm. I involuntarily let out a little groan as his fingers kneaded my muscles and caressed my skin.

“Does that feel better?”

“Yes. But I should feel bad right now. My feet are kind of…
yucky.”

“Hmm. They’re just fine.”

My eyes were closed and my entire body was completely relaxed
for the first time in years. “Please don’t tell me you have some sort of foot fetish,” I teased.

He chuckled. “No. But I do have a thing for legs. And Candie,
you have amazing legs.”

I didn’t open my eyes, I couldn’t. I was too blissed out at
that moment. So, instead of finding out what I needed to know by simply looking at Jack, I asked him instead, “Are you staring at them right now?”

I could feel that my pants had ridden up on my calves, and I
knew I was exposing a little bit of skin. Then I felt the material on my left leg rise even higher.

“Yep. It’s even better when you wear skirts. But right now,
I’m getting a real eyeful, so I won’t complain.”

I should have been completely upset with this exchange. But I
wasn’t. “Lucky for you, I shaved.”

One of Jack’s hands moved slowly up my ankle. His fingers were
slightly calloused and the friction on my skin was a foreign sensation. What little experience I had was with men with soft hands, men who worked with computers all day. Jack’s hands had clearly
seen some real work. And I found myself reveling in the sensation as his palm moved slowly up to my calf.

The entire thing was taking forever. He was moving in slow
motion. And I was experiencing it as if it were the soft porn part of a movie. And there was no way in hell I was going to stop it.

“You have the softest skin,” he said in a low
voice.

“You are going to be the death of me, Jack Morrison,” I
groaned.

His hand made its way to my knee before the slacks were too
tight for him to continue. I stayed where I was, not wanting to move, not wanting the things I was feeling to go away. I felt Jack’s legs shift under me and then I could feel his heat above me. I
opened my eyes to see that Jack’s face was hovering over mine.

One clump of hair was flopped over his left eye. I wanted to
get a better look at those stark blue eyes, so I reached up and pushed it out of the way. Then I let my fingers run down his temple, over his cheekbone, and down to the course hair on his
chin.

“I’m supposed to be drilling you for information,” I said
softly. “I’m not doing a very good job.”

“Hmm. Tell you what. I’ll give you access to my Google
calendar if you stop worrying about your job for a minute.”

“Okay,” I breathed.

Jack leaned down, just as slowly as his hand had moved up my
leg. And when his lips met mine, I immediately opened up for him. It was instinct, pure and simple. Jack took advantage, sweeping his tongue along mine.

I arched forward to get more of him. This seemed to give him
an immediate reaction. He pulled us both further down on the couch so that I was fully beneath him. His arm supported his weight on the cushion beside my head, and I ran my hand over it. He had
these wonderfully developed biceps that made my stomach flutter.

I was feeling on fire just then. My attraction for Jack had
built up and was now burning in a hot, heavy flame. And I wanted more. I wanted so much more... 

 

 

 

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Fiction Infatuation - Mr. Darcy

Mr. Darcy

 

 

  So let me start by clarifying that on screen Colin Firth is, and always will be, my Mr. Darcy. No contest, no debate, nothing. Feel free to leave comments if you have an argument against
this. I can't see how you could look into those eyes and have one, but hey, I'm willing to read them before dismissing you as crazy :)

  Obviously this infatuation goes back to my first reading of Pride and Prejudice. I honestly don't remember when that was, but I was a young teenager and this was my introduction to reading
romance. Because, yes, it's romance. It's soooo romance. And that's part of the beauty of Jane Austen. There's no sex, hell, there's not even any kissing. (I remember a friend of mine screaming
at the TV as we watched the newer P&P. "There is no kissing in Jane Austen!" she shouted during the last scene.) And yet, it is toe-curling, brow-mopping, drop-me-to-my-knees-and-beg hot.
Romance. At it's best.

  Okay. Back to Darcy himself. I'm sure I don't have to explain why he's so sexy. It goes beyond explanation. He simply is. Mr. Darcy is the man we secretly want to roll up on his
horse one day. We'll give him a hard time, make him work for it, then fall into his arms and let him sweep us away. Oh, and while we're making it hard on him, we'll try not drool as he walks
slowly out of the pond in his see-through white shirt (hell, yeah!).

  We women, we don't faint and swoon anymore. We walk up and grab by the collar and kiss fiercely. We fight for what we want. We hold our heads high in confidence and pride, rather than
ducking them demurely. We don't wait for knights on horses anymore. But that doesn't change that little place inside us that longs for that Georgian era hero with his high collars, richly
furnished estate, and sexy overt glances.

  Bottom line: I want to be whisked off to Pemberley!

  Infatuation level: 9

 

(Like opposite attract stories? Check out Candace Gleason and Jack Morrison in my new novel "Don't Let Him Go.")

 

Most Prideful

At the first ball. "She is tolerable..."

 

Sweetest

Fixing Lydia's problem, for sure.

Hottest

Book: When he catches up to Lizzie at Pemberley when she visits with her aunt and uncle.

Movie: Pretty sure we all know the answer to that - wet, white shirt...

Fiction Infatuation - Han Solo

Han Solo

 

 How many women have had their view of what sexy is shaped by Harrison Ford? I know I'm not alone here.

  I mean, there I was -- young, curious about boys, but surrounded by smelly, obnoxious beings. And then, amidst the blasters and lightsabers -- there he was. He was an irreverent,
reluctant hero, and, of course, he was a total scoundrel.

  Add to that an almost unconscious awareness of what Princess Leia was trying to tell me -- I am a girl, I am powerful, I am strong, I am capable.

  I was reeling. My young brain was taking it all in.

  Then she fell for him. And I did, too. 

  Can a strong, badass woman fall for a bad boy? Hell, yes! That was what George Lucas (albeit it most likely unbeknownst to him) was telling us burgeoning badass girls. And I bought it --
hook, line, and sinker!

  Bottom line: I would be his co-pilot on the Millennium Falcon anytime!

  Infatuation level: 9.5

 

(Like bad boys? Check out Jack Morrison in my new novel "Don't Let Him Go.")

 

Coolest

Showing up at the end of a "New Hope" to save the day!

 

Sweetest

When, recognizing what a badass Princess Leia is during the siege on Endor's moon, he tells her he loves her.

Hottest

"I know." Enough said.

Fiction Infatuation - Jack Morrison

Jack Morrison

 

 

Yep. This is a blatant plug for my new book. But, it's also a good opportunity for me to express why Jack makes me melt.

 

Jack Morrison is the black sheep of a powerful real estate family. He was supposed to inherit the whole thing and carry on the family legacy. Instead, he disappeared for five years and came back
as a determined, troublesome activist. Using his trust fund, Jack starts a non-profit organization whose mission is to fight greedy corporations, like the one is family owns.

 

When Candace Gleason is asked to 'keep an eye on Jack' by her boss/Jack's dad, she finds herself struggling between her desire to throttle him and tear off all his clothes.

 

Jack is tall, with tossed hair, and almost constant stubble. He wears tight jeans, cotton t-shirts and Tevas. He is charming as hell and a complete pain in the you-know-what.

 

Bottom line: I would be happy to chain myself to a bulldozer if he was going to be locked up with me!

 

Infatuation level: 10

 

Coming Friday May 12! Don't Let Him Go

 

Baddest

Ending up in jail -- twice

 

Sweetest

He gives Candace his private calendar (a move which, given her job, is very risky) all for one kiss. 

Hottest

He leans Candace up against a Redwood tree, kisses her silly, and asks her to take him home.

Fiction Infatuation - Sirius Black

Sirius Black

 

Okay, so I admit that this fiction infatuation is very intense. It began with Book 3 of the Harry Potter series (of course) and only grew more intense right up to when... oh, I can't even talk
about it... you know. 

 

Anyway, when Gary Oldman showed up - good heavens, I thought I'd died and gone to Hogwarts!

 

In analyzing this infatuation I've come up with a couple rational (I think) reasons for it:

1) He is a bad boy (for sure!)

2) He's brooding and obsessive (and let's face it, that's hot)

3) He is adorably affectionate toward Harry in his own way

4) He is intensely loyal

5) He's a shapeshifter who turns into a giant black dog (I don't really know what to say about this except...yes, he is...and it's hot...it just is)

6) What part of tattooed Gary Oldman wearing all black with long hair and a wand is anything but smokin'?

 

Bottom line: I want to be his witch!

 

Infatuation level: 10

Coolest

When he saves the kids from Lupin in Prisoner of Azkaban

Sweetest

When he asks Harry if he wants to live with him at the end of Prisoner

Hottest

Pretty much every thing Gary Oldman does while playing Sirius Black

Fiction Infatuation - Jim Halpert

Jim Halpert

 

The 'every man' from the office is funny, smart, loyal, and geek-sexy.

 

My obsession with Jim began on the very first episode of The Office. It is apparent right away that we, the audience, are seeing the other characters through Jim's frustrated, amused, and often appalled, viewpoint. It creates a kinship with him.

 

Then there's his clear and apparent love for Pam, worn on his sleeve like a bright yellow ribbon tied on and cutting off his circulation. It is...