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Sloan tries to ignore the feelings this handsome man stirs in her...tries to stop herself from dreaming dreams that ...
Sloan tries to ignore the feelings this handsome man stirs in her...tries to stop herself from dreaming dreams that can never be. Yet when Carter reveals his own desire, Sloan will find herself facing a heart-wrenching decision: to love for the moment, to walk away forever, or to fight to have it all.
A classic romance by the bestselling author of over a dozen bestsellers. When Sloan Fairchild agrees to let her best friend's fiance occupy a room in her bed-and-breakfast inn, so that he can finish his book before the wedding, she ends up being torn between her love for the man and her loyalty to her friend. "One of romance fiction's brightest stars."--Dallas Morning News.
"Stupid question," Carter said self-derisively. "That's fiction. Anything can happen that you say happens."
He gave his mind free rein. Had he been Gregory, the hero, instead of Carter Madison, a decent enough fellow who usually obeyed his conscience, he'd have followed the winsome Ms. Fairchild into her kitchen. The moment he saw her nipples straining against the front of her robe, he'd have reached across the table and covered one with his palm, massaging it with a slow, measured circular motion until it was as round and hard as a pearl.
This is lunacy, Carter, his conscience warned him. It doesn't matter. This is fantasy, that's all, his libido argued back. Besides you can't be hanged for what you're thinking.
Gregory would have swept the table clear with one fell swoop of his hand, grabbed her up and--
No, no, no. That's got no finesse. No class.
The floor? Too cold. Again, no class.
Wait, I've got it! He'd have slowly drawn her to her feet. She'd have been shy, reluctant, and put up a temporary show of resistance. But as soon as his lips met hers, she'd have molded against him. His arms would have closed tight around her. Kissing her intimately, sliding his tongue into her mouth like a sword into its sheath, he'd have backed them to the counter, where he'd have lifted her up. She would have murmured a sigh of protest when he untied the robe, but she would have allowed it. Then slowly his hands would part it and he'd see...the yellow nightgown that was probably as chaste and ugly as the robe.
"Dammit," Carter said aloud and cursed himself. He dug into his eyesockets with the heels of his hands, determined to concentrate on Gregory and his problems, but Carter's problem was throbbing beneath his tight jeans and wouldn't be ignored.
This is your fantasy, you fool. Pretend there was no nightgown. Pretend she was...
Then slowly his hands would part it and he'd see...her naked breasts, heaving with longing, tipped with coral nipples that responded to the merest breath of stimulation. He'd touch them as he continued kissing her. Stroke them. Tease them. Then he'd lower his head and take one into his mouth and suck it gently. She'd be virtually wild by now, making low guttural noises in her throat, and curling her legs around him. And when he drew back and outlined the button shape of her nipple with the tip of his tongue, she'd reach for--
"What!?" he shouted as he cannoned out of his chair, knocking it over along with the stack of papers that flew in every direction when he spun around. He practically broke the stem of his eyeglasses when he whipped them off.
Sloan was standing just inside the door, a large silver tray covered with a cloth balanced on one hand, her other still gripping the doorknob as though his fierce response had welded it there.
She wet her lips in the nervously reflexive way he was coming to recognize. He tried to blink eyes dilated with passion back into focus, tried to capture lost breath that remained elusive, and tried to pretend that his loins still weren't on fire. He also tried to pretend that he wasn't base enough to bring a lady like Sloan Fairchild into a sordid, lewd fantasy. He succeeded at none of those endeavors.
"I...I knocked," she said in a high, timid voice.
"I'm sorry, Sloan. I was...uh...deep in thought. Here, let me." He took long strides toward the door and a spasm of regret crossed his face when he saw her flinch with precaution. He attempted to lighten the situation. "I guess I scared you to death, yelling like that. I apologize again."
"When you didn't answer my knock, I got worried and..."
He relieved her of the tray, but he didn't move away. Instead they stood like statues in the frame of the doorway and stared at each other. That wariness was still in her eyes and his originally sunny mood clouded to become as gloomy as the day.
He could fantasize all he wanted to, but the reality wouldn't go away. He was engaged to a woman and two little boys who needed him. He'd never had passionate fantasies about Alicia, but they shared a different kind of love. Perhaps it was the safest kind. It certainly didn't bring one from the height of bliss to the pits of despair in a matter of seconds.
Love? What the hell was he talking about? He'd been reading too many of his own books. Love didn't happen this quickly. Sometimes it took years to develop between two people. But as he saw the confusion swirling in the smoky depths of Sloan's eyes, he knew she had been poleaxed, too. God only knew what they were going to do about it.
"You'd better eat this while it's hot." She indicated the tray with a nod of her head. When he hadn't answered her knock, why hadn't she gone back downstairs and tried again later? Possibly he would have pulled on a shirt by then. As it was, all he wore now was a pair of jeans. The sight of his naked chest was doing nothing to eliminate the vertigo she'd been subjected to since she first saw him.
He turned away and she let loose the pent-up breath she'd been holding. She was glad she could no longer see that wide chest forested with dark, curly hair. It swirled over the contoured muscles and lay sleek and glossy against the plain of his stomach and then tapered to a fine satiny line down into his pants.
"No," she said too loudly and too quickly. He was pulling on a shirt, thank God. His back had been smooth, the muscles rippling beneath tanned skin. It had been almost as tempting to touch as his chest. At his surprised look, she tempered her reply. "No, thank you. The other guests are in the dining room. I have to be on hand if they need something."
"And I don't deserve the same attention?"
The arching brow that couldn't seem to keep still no matter what the mood was dancing with mirth. He was teasing her, being deliberately provoking, and her frazzled nerves couldn't handle it. "Yes," she said with a touch of asperity. "But it should be obvious that I can't be two places at once and since they are six and you are one, majority rules. You requested the tray in your room. Maybe you should reconsider next time. And, I don't think my other guests would like the idea of their hostess sharing a room with a single male guest. I'll be back later to pick up the tray."
She was convinced that she hadn't slammed the door behind her, but the rattle of the windows said otherwise. "This is all Alicia's fault," she muttered as she smoothed her prim chignon with her hand in the classic gesture of a distressed woman trying to regain her composure. She vowed with each step down the stairs that she'd throttle her friend the next time she saw her.
What was wrong with Alicia? Was she dense? To send a man who looked like Carter to a woman, any woman, was lunacy. Didn't she know he'd attract women like fish to bait? And no matter how good a friend Sloan was, and no matter how dull and dependable and trustworthy she was, she wasn't dead. And that's the only kind of woman who could be immune to Carter Madison's appeal.
Posted March 28, 2006
This is one of those romances that is forbidden, but most deserved. I seriously read this book about fifty times already and will probably read it another fifty more times. If you like a juicy romance story with a little scandalous act, you will want to get this in your hands. Continue to keep up the good work Sandra, so I can continue to buy more book shelfs for my books, lol.
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Posted May 10, 2012
Just finished reading Breakfast In Bed and the sequal Send No Flowers and while I found the stories somewhat predictable the writing, as usual in Sandra Brown books, was fantastic. Ms. Brown develops characters so beautifully and her vocabulary is unequaled. She defines love scenes like no other... Instead of tawdry and cheap she defines them in language that is lyrical and beautiful. I would recommend both of these books to all readers. PLEASE read this one first and then Send No Flowers is a MUST... The stories involve two best friends, Sloan and Alisha, and their rocky road to love and happiness. Short books in terms of pages but very BIG in terms of beautifully written stories.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted March 5, 2012
Posted February 29, 2012
Breakfast in Bed by Sandra Brown
Sloan runs a bed and breakfast and allows single women and couples, not single men. Except her best girl friends soon to be husband, Carter will be staying there, finishing his novel then onto his wedding with Alesha.
She helps him in writing his book, acting out scenes and things heat up over time and they wonder how they will be able to explain to Aleshi that they couldn't be wed.
She doesn't want to continue with his advances but he's becoming very forceful.
Due to the weather everyone has cancelled for the weekend. This means she will be in the B+B with just him, but then her girl friend calls and she is coming up to visit as Carter in his calls to her seems distant.
Posted June 5, 2010
O!M!G! Seriously?!? This book is a literary masterpiece (as another reviewer called it)? Don't get me wrong, I have read and liked many of Brown's books, but this book sucked. The "heroine" is a simpering fool and the "hero" is a neanderthal. I read a lot, all kinds of books, but mostly romance, and let me tell you, there is nothing remotely romantic about this book. The phrases Brown used to describe her character's feelings and longing/lust were gag-worthy. I rolled my eyes so many times I made myself dizzy. I understand this book is over 25 years old, but even then we had common sense and didn't live life thinking with our genetalia, incapable of being in the same room with the man/woman of our dreams and functioning at normal capacity at the same time. Take my advice, skip this book, you won't miss it.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted February 17, 2005
Brown's Breakfast In Bed is the best romance novel I've ever read, and I've read quite a few. Her great use of imagery and diction can just bring chillbumps to your skin.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted February 13, 2005
Posted May 7, 2004
This is my second novel by Sandra Brown. I couldn't put it down. When I read this book I fell in love with it. I'm getting ready to read Send No Flowers which is the sequel to this one. I'm sure it is going to be an excellent story. Sandra Brown is wonderful. Thumbs Up!!!!!!!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted March 2, 2004
this book about two people deecated to the same person for different reasons is one of the best romance novels i've read it had everthing in it passion,guilt,and the deepest love i've ever read about. anyone who reads this book is garenteed to fall in imediate love with it. it's worth reading over and over.sandra brown really captures the overwhelming feelings that come over anyone who has truly been in love if you have not read this book i highly recomend it.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted December 29, 2003
Posted March 23, 2003
This was the first book I read by Sandra Brown and has got me hooked to her writing. I couldnt put it down, i stayed up to early hours of the morning to finish, but it was well worth it. I laughed, cried, and really felt the connection between these two characters (Sloan and Carter). I highly recommend this book to any true romance novel lovers, THIS IS THE BESTWas this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted March 21, 2003
It seems that every Sandra Brown book I read gets better and better. This book was incredible! There wasn't a dull spot in the whole book. I liked the way that Carter expressed his feelings so openly with Sloan. Most books seem to have the woman expressing her feelings more than the man. One part that made me mad(although it only added to the story) was the fact that Carter would have gone through with marrying Alicia even though he loved Sloan. By marrying Alicia, everyone would have been miserable. You would have to be one heck of a person to sacrifice the person you love for a friend. I would highly recommend this to anyone. I gave it to my friend so that she could read it and talk with me about it.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted April 19, 2002
Posted August 3, 2001
This book is truly a literary materpiece compared to all the other romantic novel's I've read. This book truly touched a cord in me that left me balled over. Sandra Brown's book is highly recommendable, read it and you will not be sorry.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
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