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New York lobbyist Michael Davoli feels like he's been sucker punched when he meets Anne Miller at a Jeff Tweedy concert. And it doesn't take long for him to realize that he's fallen hard when they wind up living in the same Albany apartment building. After all, Anne's hot, his dog likes her, and she can pick a lock faster than Sydney Bristow can disarm a nuke.

Always fiercely independent, Anne's crackerjack reporting skills and keen intellect are no match for the chemical ...

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Overview

New York lobbyist Michael Davoli feels like he's been sucker punched when he meets Anne Miller at a Jeff Tweedy concert. And it doesn't take long for him to realize that he's fallen hard when they wind up living in the same Albany apartment building. After all, Anne's hot, his dog likes her, and she can pick a lock faster than Sydney Bristow can disarm a nuke.

Always fiercely independent, Anne's crackerjack reporting skills and keen intellect are no match for the chemical reaction she has to this man with electric blue eyes. But while he effortlessly holds her with his gaze, he withholds the embrace she longs for. Why is he so distant? Has Anne misread his signals? Yet there is no doubt that she's under his skin and he's in too deep when Mike confesses that he harbors two secrets that could keep them apart: He has a neurological disorder that has shadowed him since childhood, and although he's mastered the physical tics so others don't notice, he may never be able to hold her in his arms at night for fear of the bruises he could inflict.

Anne isn't about to let anything like Tourette's syndrome keep her from the man of her dreams. But Mike has a second secret. Will this secret be the one that even a grand passion cannot survive?

With her trademark wit and sensual artistry, Julie Leto knocks this unforgettable romance out of the park and straight to the heart. Based on the true love story between Mike Davoli and Anne Miller, Hard to Hold is a modern-day fairy tale that proves that the best things in life—and in romance—are real.

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All About Romance

All About Romance was the romance destination of choice for more than 4.9 million unique visitors in 2009 who viewed more than 22 million pages throughout the year. AAR is recognized in the mainstream media as a leading authority on romance.

This is one of the first books in the new True Vows line that tell the stories of real life romances. It's an interesting concept, one similar to AAR's own 'Isn't it Romantic?' contests of the past. While this means it's different than other romance novels, it also is a nice grounding in reality, and a reminder that HEAs exist in real life. Read the complete review at http://likesbooks.com/cgi-bin/bookReview.pl?BookReviewId=8065

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The Romance Reviews

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It is a brand new day for romance readers as HCI Books launches its True Vows Romance Series based on real life romances as delicious as any of our favorite fairy tales. Bestselling author Julie Leto braves this new frontier as she releases one of the three initial books in the series, and all I can say is Michael Davoli can give any vampire a run for his money in the romance department. Ooh la la. Read the complete review at http://www.theromancereviews.com/viewbooksreview.php?bookid=309.

— Michelle R

All About Romance - Jane Granville
All About Romance was the romance destination of choice for more than 4.9 million unique visitors in 2009 who viewed more than 22 million pages throughout the year. AAR is recognized in the mainstream media as a leading authority on romance.

This is one of the first books in the new True Vows line that tell the stories of real life romances. It's an interesting concept, one similar to AAR's own 'Isn't it Romantic?' contests of the past. While this means it's different than other romance novels, it also is a nice grounding in reality, and a reminder that HEAs exist in real life. Read the complete review at http://likesbooks.com/cgi-bin/bookReview.pl?BookReviewId=8065

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The Romance Reviews - Michelle R
(From theromancereviews.com)

It is a brand new day for romance readers as HCI Books launches its True Vows Romance Series based on real life romances as delicious as any of our favorite fairy tales. Bestselling author Julie Leto braves this new frontier as she releases one of the three initial books in the series, and all I can say is Michael Davoli can give any vampire a run for his money in the romance department. Ooh la la. Read the complete review at http://www.theromancereviews.com/viewbooksreview.php?bookid=309.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780757315343
  • Publisher: Health Communications, Incorporated
  • Publication date: 9/14/2010
  • Series: True Vows Series
  • Pages: 264
  • Product dimensions: 5.50 (w) x 8.40 (h) x 0.80 (d)

Meet the Author

Julie Leto was born and raised in Florida to a family of Italian and Cuban descent. After picking up her first romance novel when she was only sixteen, Leto knew that she wanted to write one of her own. She earned degrees in creative writing and speech communications from the University of South Florida. She began writing in 1988 while she was in graduate school. After graduation she became an English teacher at Tampa Catholic High School and continued to write on weekends and at night. In 1996, in order to give herself more time to write, Leto quit her teaching job and joined her family's manufacturing business. The following year she sold her fourth completed novel, Seducing Sullivan, to Harlequin Temptation. Shortly thereafter, she gave birth to a daughter and chose to be a full-time writer and mother. In addition to her long publishing history with Harlequin, she has also written romantic adventure novels for Simon & Schuster and paranormal romance for Penguin.

Leto was a launch author for the Harlequin Blaze line and is the longest continuous member of the Tampa Area Romance Authors organization. She lives in Tampa, Florida.

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"YOUR PROBLEM IS THAT YOU'RE TOO PICKY."

The blissful bubble built by Jeff Tweedy's poignant lyrics and masterful acoustic guitar burst as if pricked with a pin. Anne Miller turned to her friend, Shane Sanders, and speared her with incredulous indignation. Just before the concert had started, Shane had been ruminating on all the reasons why Anne should not have been in Albany's Egg theatre without a date. And now, a split second after the last bit of applause had died away, the discussion had popped up again like an earthworm.
'Drop it, Shane.'

Shane smiled, then rested her head on the shoulder of her latest boyfriend, James. Or was it Jamie? Jim? Anne wasn't sure. Convinced she needed to expand her circle of friends, Anne usually tried harder to get to know new people. With Shane's dates, however, she rarely had the chance to keep track.

Shane pursed her naturally pink lips and gave Anne a hard once-over. 'You're very attractive. Men notice you all the time. And you're smart—probably smarter than you should be where guys are concerned. You've got a career, a great family, and wonderful taste in friends.'

'You should date me,' Anne quipped, before lowering her voice to add, 'maybe then your relationships would last more than twenty-four hours.'

Shane sneered, but without any real malevolence. 'You're too messy. You'd drive me nuts. Seriously, sweetie, if you want a guy to share all your fabulosity with, you're going to need to lower your standards.'

'My standards are just fine,' Anne said.

'Really? Then why is it that we sold that seat beside you rather than filling it with a guy you might get lucky with later on?'

'So you could spend the entire night trying to fix my love life, why else?'

Shane rolled her eyes at Anne's sarcasm, but dropped the topic as they gathered their bags and coats. One of these days, Shane would come to the same realization as Anne that worrying about her social life—or worse, obsessing about it—was a lesson in futility.
If she was destined to meet someone, she would. Efforts on her part to make this happen sooner rather than later only resulted in frustration. A year ago, she'd bought an extra bedside table and had emptied drawers in her armoire in anticipation of meeting someone special. But the emotional feng shui had just left her with extra storage space—a fitting metaphor for her heart. And yet, for someone who rarely put things away, the act remained utterly useless.

'Don't you feel the least bit anxious to meet someone interesting?'

'I meet interesting people every day,' Anne said. 'And relationships happen when they happen. In the meantime, I'll just leave the getting lucky part to you.'

The walk home to their State Street apartment building would be brisk, so Anne snuggled into her jacket with anticipation of the frigid November air. The crime desk had been especially brutal this week at the Albany Daily Journal and even the cold was preferable to air that had been recirculating inside a courthouse since the 1970s.

When Jamie suggested they stop for drinks on the way home, Anne agreed immediately. A couple of margaritas on a Monday night was a rare and wonderful treat.

Shane shuffled behind the line of music lovers moving toward the outer aisles. 'What happened to you wanting to meet new people and broaden your horizons?'

Anne sighed. 'And here I thought the promise of margaritas would deter you.'

'I just want you to be happy. You've been working like a maniac lately.'

'Crime doesn't sleep, so neither do crime reporters.'

'Good thing, because if you're any indication, crime reporters all sleep alone.'

Anne gave Shane a playful shove. 'You've got a one-track mind. I love my job. I love exposing the dark underbelly of society and exploring the road to justice.'

'Too bad you don't meet too many cute single guys on that road,' Shane said.

Anne winced. 'My job is the last place I'd look for dates.'

Criminals notwithstanding, Anne did not want to date another reporter. For one, reporters on high-powered career tracks were fascinating, but they moved a lot—chasing down not only stories, but better jobs in bigger markets. She had her own aspirations in that arena and wasn't quite certain she wanted to balance her professional goals against someone else's. Not, at least, in the same industry.

The only other nonfelonious people she encountered in the workplace were overworked cops, underpaid prosecutors, bail bondsmen, and the downtrodden families of either victims or suspected criminals.

Not exactly a smorgasbord for potential mates.

Anne didn't want to date just to get out of the house. She had friends for that, both male and female, and dabbling in casual dating had long ago lost her interest. She wasn't exactly on a husband hunt, but she was done wasting her time on guys who had no intentions of settling down.

Okay, so maybe her standards were too high.

'If you're not meeting guys at work and you won't let me fix you up, then exactly how are you going to find the man of your dreams?'

'Dream men I have,' Anne said. 'A little Jack Bauer, a little David Boreanaz, and my sleeping hours are covered.'

'That's not how sleeping hours are supposed to be covered,' Shane replied, wiggling her eyebrows.

Maybe not, but Anne would rather fantasize about sexy men doing delicious, sexy things to her while she was asleep than waste any of her premium waking hours on a guy who didn't float her boat.

Anne started to followed the people on her left toward the exit, but Shane grabbed her hand and tugged her to the right, following James. They filed into the open area that would lead them out of the auditorium. 'Maybe over margaritas, I can convince you to go out with my cousin.'

'With tequila, you just might have a shot,' Anne said, though she doubted it. The last girl Shane's cousin had dated had worked as a stripper. Somehow, she couldn't imagine him finding her thick and naturally wavy dark hair, curvy figure, and cherry red–framed glasses appealing.

A break opened in the crowd. They were slipping through rather quickly when Shane stopped short, causing Anne to crash into her. She opened her mouth to apologize when Shane spun around, her light brown eyes bright with excitement. 'Or, I could introduce you to Michael.'

Anne slapped her forehead. Keeping up with Shane's unending list of single male relatives and cast-off guy friends, not to mention her train of thought, required more brain power than Anne possessed this late on a Monday night.

'Who's Michael?'

Shane swung Anne around so that she bumped shoulders with a guy who'd been headed toward the same exit as they were.

A twinge of something warm reverberated through the lining of her jacket.

Something like attraction.

'I'm Michael,' said the guy she'd crashed into.

Anne stepped backward, nearly trampling over a couple of girls who looked way too young to be out on a weeknight. She mumbled her apologies while her gaze connected with the most intense blue eyes she'd ever seen.

The grin that reached into their turquoise depths wasn't bad, either.

'This is Anne,' Shane said, practically bouncing on her toes with excitement. 'She lives in my building. Isn't she beautiful?'

There was a special place in hell for people who insisted on fixing up their friends—a place only slightly less horrifying than the dungeons reserved for those who sprang arresting-looking guys on their neighbors with no advance notice. Anne forced a laugh over her clumsiness. 'Sorry. I didn't mean to run you over.'

Michael dug his hands deeper into the pockets of his jacket, his grin lighting his eyes to a color that was almost hard to look at.

©2010. Julie Leto. All rights reserved. Reprinted from Hard to Hold . No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, without the written permission of the publisher. Publisher: Health Communications, Inc., 3201 SW 15th Street, Deerfield Beach, FL 33442

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First Chapter

Hard to Hold


By Julie Leto

HCI

Copyright © 2010 Julie Leto
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780757315343

"YOUR PROBLEM IS THAT YOU'RE TOO PICKY."

   The blissful bubble built by Jeff Tweedy's poignant lyrics and masterful acoustic guitar burst as if pricked with a pin. Anne Miller turned to her friend, Shane Sanders, and speared her with incredulous indignation. Just before the concert had started, Shane had been ruminating on all the reasons why Anne should not have been in Albany's Egg theatre without a date. And now, a split second after the last bit of applause had died away, the discussion had popped up again like an earthworm.
   'Drop it, Shane.'

   Shane smiled, then rested her head on the shoulder of her latest boyfriend, James. Or was it Jamie? Jim? Anne wasn't sure. Convinced she needed to expand her circle of friends, Anne usually tried harder to get to know new people. With Shane's dates, however, she rarely had the chance to keep track.

   Shane pursed her naturally pink lips and gave Anne a hard once-over. 'You're very attractive. Men notice you all the time. And you're smart—probably smarter than you should be where guys are concerned. You've got a career, a great family, and wonderful taste in friends.'

   'You should date me,' Anne quipped, before lowering her voice to add, 'maybe then your relationships would last more than twenty-four hours.'

   Shane sneered, but without any real malevolence. 'You're too messy. You'd drive me nuts. Seriously, sweetie, if you want a guy to share all your fabulosity with, you're going to need to lower your standards.'

   'My standards are just fine,' Anne said.

   'Really? Then why is it that we sold that seat beside you rather than filling it with a guy you might get lucky with later on?'

   'So you could spend the entire night trying to fix my love life, why else?'

   Shane rolled her eyes at Anne's sarcasm, but dropped the topic as they gathered their bags and coats. One of these days, Shane would come to the same realization as Anne that worrying about her social life—or worse, obsessing about it—was a lesson in futility.
   If she was destined to meet someone, she would. Efforts on her part to make this happen sooner rather than later only resulted in frustration. A year ago, she'd bought an extra bedside table and had emptied drawers in her armoire in anticipation of meeting someone special. But the emotional feng shui had just left her with extra storage space—a fitting metaphor for her heart. And yet, for someone who rarely put things away, the act remained utterly useless.

'Don't you feel the least bit anxious to meet someone interesting?'

'I meet interesting people every day,' Anne said. 'And relationships happen when they happen. In the meantime, I'll just leave the getting lucky part to you.'

   The walk home to their State Street apartment building would be brisk, so Anne snuggled into her jacket with anticipation of the frigid November air. The crime desk had been especially brutal this week at the Albany Daily Journal and even the cold was preferable to air that had been recirculating inside a courthouse since the 1970s.

   When Jamie suggested they stop for drinks on the way home, Anne agreed immediately. A couple of margaritas on a Monday night was a rare and wonderful treat.

   Shane shuffled behind the line of music lovers moving toward the outer aisles. 'What happened to you wanting to meet new people and broaden your horizons?'

   Anne sighed. 'And here I thought the promise of margaritas would deter you.'

   'I just want you to be happy. You've been working like a maniac lately.'

   'Crime doesn't sleep, so neither do crime reporters.'

   'Good thing, because if you're any indication, crime reporters all sleep alone.'

   Anne gave Shane a playful shove. 'You've got a one-track mind. I love my job. I love exposing the dark underbelly of society and exploring the road to justice.'

   'Too bad you don't meet too many cute single guys on that road,' Shane said.

   Anne winced. 'My job is the last place I'd look for dates.'

   Criminals notwithstanding, Anne did not want to date another reporter. For one, reporters on high-powered career tracks were fascinating, but they moved a lot—chasing down not only stories, but better jobs in bigger markets. She had her own aspirations in that arena and wasn't quite certain she wanted to balance her professional goals against someone else's. Not, at least, in the same industry.

   The only other nonfelonious people she encountered in the workplace were overworked cops, underpaid prosecutors, bail bondsmen, and the downtrodden families of either victims or suspected criminals.

   Not exactly a smorgasbord for potential mates.

   Anne didn't want to date just to get out of the house. She had friends for that, both male and female, and dabbling in casual dating had long ago lost her interest. She wasn't exactly on a husband hunt, but she was done wasting her time on guys who had no intentions of settling down.

   Okay, so maybe her standards were too high.

   'If you're not meeting guys at work and you won't let me fix you up, then exactly how are you going to find the man of your dreams?'
  
   'Dream men I have,' Anne said. 'A little Jack Bauer, a little David Boreanaz, and my sleeping hours are covered.'

   'That's not how sleeping hours are supposed to be covered,' Shane replied, wiggling her eyebrows.

   Maybe not, but Anne would rather fantasize about sexy men doing delicious, sexy things to her while she was asleep than waste any of her premium waking hours on a guy who didn't float her boat.

   Anne started to followed the people on her left toward the exit, but Shane grabbed her hand and tugged her to the right, following James. They filed into the open area that would lead them out of the auditorium. 'Maybe over margaritas, I can convince you to go out with my cousin.'

   'With tequila, you just might have a shot,' Anne said, though she doubted it. The last girl Shane's cousin had dated had worked as a stripper. Somehow, she couldn't imagine him finding her thick and naturally wavy dark hair, curvy figure, and cherry red–framed glasses appealing.

   A break opened in the crowd. They were slipping through rather quickly when Shane stopped short, causing Anne to crash into her. She opened her mouth to apologize when Shane spun around, her light brown eyes bright with excitement. 'Or, I could introduce you to Michael.'

   Anne slapped her forehead. Keeping up with Shane's unending list of single male relatives and cast-off guy friends, not to mention her train of thought, required more brain power than Anne possessed this late on a Monday night.

   'Who's Michael?'

   Shane swung Anne around so that she bumped shoulders with a guy who'd been headed toward the same exit as they were.

   A twinge of something warm reverberated through the lining of her jacket.

   Something like attraction.

   'I'm Michael,' said the guy she'd crashed into.

   Anne stepped backward, nearly trampling over a couple of girls who looked way too young to be out on a weeknight. She mumbled her apologies while her gaze connected with the most intense blue eyes she'd ever seen.

   The grin that reached into their turquoise depths wasn't bad, either.

   'This is Anne,' Shane said, practically bouncing on her toes with excitement. 'She lives in my building. Isn't she beautiful?'

   There was a special place in hell for people who insisted on fixing up their friends—a place only slightly less horrifying than the dungeons reserved for those who sprang arresting-looking guys on their neighbors with no advance notice. Anne forced a laugh over her clumsiness. 'Sorry. I didn't mean to run you over.'

   Michael dug his hands deeper into the pockets of his jacket, his grin lighting his eyes to a color that was almost hard to look at.

)2010. Julie Leto. All rights reserved. Reprinted from Hard to Hold . No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, without the written permission of the publisher. Publisher: Health Communications, Inc., 3201 SW 15th Street, Deerfield Beach, FL 33442

 



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    it just couldnt keep my interest. A chapter would end, and the n

    it just couldnt keep my interest. A chapter would end, and the next one would begin weeks or months later without going into what happened between.

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    Recommended by The Romance Reviews

    It is a brand new day for romance readers as HCI Books launches its True Vows Romance Series based on real life romances as delicious as any of our favorite fairy tales. Bestselling author Julie Leto braves this new frontier as she releases one of the three initial books in the series, and all I can say is Michael Davoli can give any vampire a run for his money in the romance department. Ooh la la.

    Hard to Hold is a tightly written, tender story with a gentle and realistic pacing. The character himself describes their romance as "rockier than some but gentler than most" and I would wholeheartedly concur. Although the couple faces real life hurdles such as health and career issues, they tackle them with time, communication and commitment to each other. Rather than a tale of tension and suspense, this is a memoir of real love swimming upstream against the current of life. I tend to like my stories to have more bite and intensity. From the sex to the conflict resolutions, it left me content rather than sizzling. That being said, we all need contentment every once in a while. We can all use a good story of hope and love conquering all, and this one happened to show up in my hands at the perfect moment in my life.

    Ms Leto did a fabulous job of bringing Michael Davoli and Anne Miller to life. I love an author who knows how to show and not tell. Ms Leto included a cast of intriguing friends to draw out qualities important in understanding the couple. The dialogue is witty, revealing and realistic. Even the dog worked to help me understand Michael and Anne's personalities and needs.

    Hard to Hold is far from it. It is easy to hold on to and keep turning the pages, revelling in a real life romance fit for a fairy tale.

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