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Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9781426853159 |
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| Publisher: | Harlequin |
| Publication date: | 01/01/2010 |
| Series: | Harlequin Blaze Series , #247 |
| Sold by: | HARLEQUIN |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 224 |
| File size: | 937 KB |
About the Author
Over the years, Mia penned really bad poetry, even worse song lyrics, adolescent short stories and overly descriptive class papers. Then one day a scene for a medieval romance emerged fully detailed in her head and she rushed to get it on paper. That scene eventually turned into eight chapters and a synopsis, but she kept getting bogged down in historical research and set the story aside. Deep in a sea of self-doubt, she set writing aside as well.
Mia met her husband in Russian 101 at the beginning of the university semester. Their first date was November 17, 1989, and they eloped one year and 13 days later. She credits her husband with encouraging her to write again and for suggesting that a contemporary time frame might help her focus more on the story than the setting.
One of her contemporary romance manuscripts won the Harlequin Books 2000 Summer Blaze Contest for bold, brash love scenes, placing second in the published category. On July 10, 2002, after four years and nine rewrites, Red Shoes & a Diary finally sold to the Harlequin Blaze line! Mia figures it was fate.
Mia lives in Maryland with her wonderful husband and their beautiful little boy. In addition to being a fiction author, she's also a creativity coach and a paralegal hoping to quit the law firm to write full-time.
Read an Excerpt
With a sense of both pride and relief, Chris ordered another beer and turned his attention to the blonde's friend. Now there was a man-eater if even he'd seen one. The petite Asian woman was dressed to kill and her exotic appearance set her apart from the crowd, even in multi-cultural San Francisco.
Funny, though, she'd suddenly looked very lost when her friend went off with Grant...
Then the music changed, a slow seductive number that brought a delighted expression to her face. She began to move to the tempo, her hips rocking in time, while her eyes drifted shut and her lips parted to sing along. The way she danced was hypnotic and very, very arousing. She danced like she was making love.
Chris took a long pull from the beer bottle, trying to quench his sudden thirst. What he really wanted to taste was her- the golden skin, left bare by her outfit and begging to be licked. Her small but beautifully rounded breasts and that beauty mark near her mouth. Lord have mercy, just the thought of where he wanted those perfectly bowed lips left him aching.
As she dipped and turned, he admired her well-toned legs and sweet little butt. The back view was just as enticing as the front. She continued to dance, her curtain of dark hair swaying as her slim curves arched and retracted. The woman had a blatant sexuality that let him imagine how fluidly she'd move in bed. He set down his bottle and continued to watch her, not even aware he was in motion until he was halfway to the dance floor.
Unfortunately he wasn't the only male in range of her with the same idea. A guy the size of a San Francisco 49ers linebacker got to her first and tried to press himself up against her. Her dark eyes flew open and Chris had just resigned himself to several broken bones when the guy backed off on his own. He was three times her size, but she'd squared her shoulders and given him a look of cold fury before grinding her heel into his instep.
Chris couldn't hold back a smile. What a little spitfire. She tried to get back into the mood but, clearly thrown off stride by the interruption, her movements lost some of their grace. Although he remained at the edge of the dance floor, still admiring her, he made no attempt to get closer.
When another guy thought to try his chances, Chris simply thrust out an arm and shook his head. "Don't waste your time, buddy."
The other man tried to stare him down, the human equivalent of wolves preparing to fight for territory, then he shrugged and walked away. Chris allowed himself a smirk. Yeah, that's right. I saw her first. Then he realized how out of character it was. What the hell was wrong with him? Tonight was about work, not picking anyone up. He didn't consider himself a caveman type, so why was he staking claim to a woman who had yet to acknowledge his existence?
He looked back to find her watching him. Her full lips curved slightly and she nodded once before she closed her eyes again. When the song ended, replaced by a romantic ballad, she started off the dance floor. Chris figured she didn't want to be adrift in a sea of couples. He was debating whether to offer her a drink when she came directly toward him.
She looked up at him, her gaze roaming over his face, a slight flush coloring her cheeks. He got the strangest feeling she was challenging him to be worthy of her attention. Her eyes weren't as dark or as cold as he'd thought. Instead they were a warm chocolate brown fringed by long lashes and sparkling with unexpected invitation.
When she reached out to touch his forearm, his breath caught. He felt like he'd been hit by heat lightning, the kind that strikes without warning or sound. Their eyes met and sexual energy surged between them. The tingling warmth raced through his veins and straight to his groin. He stood there practically vibrating and feeling like a dork, but unwilling to break contact.
Then she slowly smiled at him, angling her head toward the dance floor.
Forget what he'd told Grant about not trying to get laid. Chris returned the
smile and took her hand- he would have followed her anywhere. Confidence was
sexy. It was all about what you didn't say and this gorgeous woman's body
language said it all. She wanted him and the feeling was oh so mutual.