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Private Lessons
GRAY -- Nobody Wore Jeans Better or Looked Hotter Than He Did.... — Gray McCall remembered the pretty high school student who'd had such a crush on him, she'd nearly flunked his biology class -- but now Elissa Emory was a knockout, all delectable curves and irresistibly tempting! He hadn't felt like teasing or flirting with a woman in... more » ages, but she was bewitching, a sizzling challenge whose lips made him hunger to kiss her until she melted in his arms.
He Dared to Stake a Claim
Elissa adored the intimate, sexy promises Gray made with his body, responded to his seductive embraces with all her heart; but he fought against sharing the sorrow that haunted him, and insisted he couldn't give her what she needed... what she deserved. Could she teach a man who refused to believe in forever that the healing power of her love could make him happy?
He Dared to Stake a Claim
Elissa adored the intimate, sexy promises Gray made with his body, responded to his seductive embraces with all her heart; but he fought against sharing the sorrow that haunted him, and insisted he couldn't give her what she needed... what she deserved. Could she teach a man who refused to believe in forever that the healing power of her love could make him happy?
208 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published November 1, 1992
18 people want to read
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Barbara Boswell
124 books45 followersBarbara Schroeder was born on 28 October 1946 in McKeesport, Pennsylvania, USA. She worked as nurse, before she married William P. Boswell, a attorney, and they had three daughters.
She has been a longtime romance novel fan, becoming hooked on the romances by Harlequin back in the mid-‘70s when she was home with her three small daughters. When the youngest reached school age in 1983, she wanted something to do with her extra time. She thought about going back to nursing, but didn't care to deal with hospital shifts. She'd often made up stories in her head and/or continued the stories that she'd read, so it seemed like a fun idea to try to write a story of her own. It took a lot more effort and organization than the loosely strung-together scenes she'd run through her mind, but she was right about the fun part! She enjoyed the whole process and wrote a story that she knew she would enjoy reading. She sent it off and was thrilled when it was accepted! It was even more exciting to see her name on the book cover. Some 50-plus books later, it's still a thrill to see her name on the book and it's still fun to make up stories — at least most of the time!
Barbara gets her ideas from everywhere but especially from reading, which she loves to do. Sometimes, just a sentence in a newspaper or a magazine will spark an idea to develop into a romance. Other times, she'll be inspired by another romance novel and she will try to put her own spin on a favorite old plot. Barbara believes that we all have our preferences — she's always been partial to the "secret baby" story line. That, plus the "marriage of convenience" and class or family conflicts are some of her particular favorites.
Her three daughters are all grown up now, and she and her husband are the proud grandparents of a beautiful little grandson. They also have three cats who seem to think that they are the rulers of their house. They are terribly spoiled, and they just might be right.
She has been a longtime romance novel fan, becoming hooked on the romances by Harlequin back in the mid-‘70s when she was home with her three small daughters. When the youngest reached school age in 1983, she wanted something to do with her extra time. She thought about going back to nursing, but didn't care to deal with hospital shifts. She'd often made up stories in her head and/or continued the stories that she'd read, so it seemed like a fun idea to try to write a story of her own. It took a lot more effort and organization than the loosely strung-together scenes she'd run through her mind, but she was right about the fun part! She enjoyed the whole process and wrote a story that she knew she would enjoy reading. She sent it off and was thrilled when it was accepted! It was even more exciting to see her name on the book cover. Some 50-plus books later, it's still a thrill to see her name on the book and it's still fun to make up stories — at least most of the time!
Barbara gets her ideas from everywhere but especially from reading, which she loves to do. Sometimes, just a sentence in a newspaper or a magazine will spark an idea to develop into a romance. Other times, she'll be inspired by another romance novel and she will try to put her own spin on a favorite old plot. Barbara believes that we all have our preferences — she's always been partial to the "secret baby" story line. That, plus the "marriage of convenience" and class or family conflicts are some of her particular favorites.
Her three daughters are all grown up now, and she and her husband are the proud grandparents of a beautiful little grandson. They also have three cats who seem to think that they are the rulers of their house. They are terribly spoiled, and they just might be right.
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October 7, 2021
El se simţea încordat şi obosit; aşa se simţise toată ziua. Gray McCall căuta astfel alinare în ceea ce el ştia că era o vindecare sigură. Ca om de acţiune, antidotul lui la orice suferinţă, fie că era frustrare, exasperare, grijă, furie, durere sau chiar această tensiune care-l stăpânea, era mişcarea.
Îmbrăcat într-un şort, în tricou, şi încălţat cu adidaşi, intră cu maşina sa în parcarea liceului Riverview Junior şi apoi se dădu jos. Erau nopţi în care alerga de jur împrejurul aleii de acolo, până când simţea că se prăbuşea. Apoi se târa înapoi la maşina lui şi şofa pe drumul liniştit care ducea la locuinţa sa, de la periferia oraşului Ohio, din Riverview.
După un duş cald, cădea pe pat, fiind prea obosit ca să se mai mişte sau să gândească. Era trecut de ora şapte, dar cerul era încă luminat şi seara caldă, de septembrie, semăna mai mult cu perioada de vară decât cu „noaptea de şcoală“ care era de fapt. Copiii vecinilor păreau să simtă la fel. Gray îi observă jucându-se pe terenul încă verde, în timp ce el se îndrepta spre aleea care-l înconjura.
– Aaron, Aaron, şutează către Bobby! Va marca el golul.
Şut. Gary se înveseli. Acela era un termen fotbalistic. Fiind antrenor al echipei de fotbal de la liceul de băieţi din Riverview, era mereu la curent cu tot ceea ce avea legătură cu fotbalul. Dar fu surprins să audă o voce feminină care stimula jocul.
Fete şi băieţi mai tineri jucau fotbal împreună, dar aceşti tineri păreau să fie la vârsta adolescenţei, timp în care sexele erau de obicei separate, cel puţin din prudenţă sportivă.
Apropiindu-se, el văzu băieţii alergând în căutarea rapidă a mingiei de fotbal. O fată, ba nu, o femeie, alerga alături de ei, dându-le instrucţiuni cu voce tare, ca un antrenor.
Un băiat lovi mingea spre poartă şi portarul execută o săritură spectaculoasă, aruncând mingea în zbor înafara terenului. Un amestec zgomotos de urale şi strigăte de bucurie izbucni în seara liniştită, urmat de ciorovăiala furioasă a câtorva băieţi.
Îmbrăcat într-un şort, în tricou, şi încălţat cu adidaşi, intră cu maşina sa în parcarea liceului Riverview Junior şi apoi se dădu jos. Erau nopţi în care alerga de jur împrejurul aleii de acolo, până când simţea că se prăbuşea. Apoi se târa înapoi la maşina lui şi şofa pe drumul liniştit care ducea la locuinţa sa, de la periferia oraşului Ohio, din Riverview.
După un duş cald, cădea pe pat, fiind prea obosit ca să se mai mişte sau să gândească. Era trecut de ora şapte, dar cerul era încă luminat şi seara caldă, de septembrie, semăna mai mult cu perioada de vară decât cu „noaptea de şcoală“ care era de fapt. Copiii vecinilor păreau să simtă la fel. Gray îi observă jucându-se pe terenul încă verde, în timp ce el se îndrepta spre aleea care-l înconjura.
– Aaron, Aaron, şutează către Bobby! Va marca el golul.
Şut. Gary se înveseli. Acela era un termen fotbalistic. Fiind antrenor al echipei de fotbal de la liceul de băieţi din Riverview, era mereu la curent cu tot ceea ce avea legătură cu fotbalul. Dar fu surprins să audă o voce feminină care stimula jocul.
Fete şi băieţi mai tineri jucau fotbal împreună, dar aceşti tineri păreau să fie la vârsta adolescenţei, timp în care sexele erau de obicei separate, cel puţin din prudenţă sportivă.
Apropiindu-se, el văzu băieţii alergând în căutarea rapidă a mingiei de fotbal. O fată, ba nu, o femeie, alerga alături de ei, dându-le instrucţiuni cu voce tare, ca un antrenor.
Un băiat lovi mingea spre poartă şi portarul execută o săritură spectaculoasă, aruncând mingea în zbor înafara terenului. Un amestec zgomotos de urale şi strigăte de bucurie izbucni în seara liniştită, urmat de ciorovăiala furioasă a câtorva băieţi.
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