Jasmine White is tired of people questioning her ability to do her job. She knows she's the best bodyguard in the business, and she'll tell anyone who asks. And now she's got to take sass from her new client Spencer Powell, the late-night radio jock who calls himself "the Sandman." Someone's threatening the Sandman -- and if Jasmine messes up this high-profile assignment, he'll tell everyone about it!
But sexy-cool Spencer's not so sure he wants a woman protecting him -- even one as fine as Jasmine. Part of him wants to drive her away -- and another part wants to hold her delectable body as close to him as possible. And when their body chemistry heats up, the fire it generates could prove a lot more dangerous than any anonymous death threat!
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About the Author
Ever since she read her first romance novel as a teenager, Robyn Amos has believed in dreams. Even when she was daydreaming when she should have been studying and pursuing fairy tales when she should have been looking for a "real job," Robyn always knew she would fulfill her dream to write romance. After graduating from college with a degree in psychology, Robyn sold a total of nine titles for publication. In between working full-time, writing, and her various duties as a Board member for Washington Romance Writers, Robyn looks forward to riding off into the sunset toward her own "happily ever after."
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Spencer Powell awoke with a start. Then he was moving, rolling right off the edge of the sofa. He hit the floor hard and, disoriented, lay there.
"Good morning, carpet." He lifted his chin out of the plush shag to spit out carpet fibers.
His head felt thick and achy from too little sleep. After a restless night, he'd finally abandoned his bed to watch a video in the living room. Sleep came quickly once he'd begun to relax.
Staggering to his feet with the grace of a drunken hippo, Spencer dashed a hand down his face and slogged forward. Either he'd landed harder than he thought, and his ears were ringing in three-tone melody, or someone was ringing the doorbell.
He tugged the door open, and his blood immediately started pumping faster. "Well, hello." God bless the Avon lady.
Sleep deprived or not, Spencer never passed up the opportunity to appreciate a good-looking woman. And the one on his doorstep was nothing short of stunning.
His gaze skimmed the features of her face, flying by her sleek, short hairstyle to the slim pantsuit outlining her figure. His gaze lingered there, flowing over her curves like molasses. He admired the way her navy jacket clipped in dramatically at her waist.
She was tall, just inches shorter than his six feet, and she had the body of an athlete. His eyes moved lower. Definitely a dancer's legs. Her trendy navy slacks clung to her thighs, revealing taut muscles, before flaring slightly over her chunky-heeled shoes.
Whatever shewas selling, he was buying, he thought as every male instinct kicked in. A grin, designed to be charming, spread across his face. Taking a step back he raised his hands above his head. "If you're my psycho stalker, I surrender."
"If I were, you'd be dead already."
The woman didn't smile, which was a shame, because she had a small mouth with juicy lips perfect for smiling and other things. Instead, she moved forward, forcing Spencer to take another step back to allow her to enter.
"Do you always let strangers in so easily?" she asked.
"No, but "
"Then you'll have to do better next time." As she passed, she slapped a card into one of his open palms.
"Jasmine White." He read aloud. "Close Protection Specialist." The rude snort he issued was a reflex, the last vestiges of sleep clearing from his head instantly. "You're my bodyguard? You've got to be kidding."
He'd spent the early-morning hours, which he usually reserved for sleep, arguing with his station manager, Talibah Arkou, over this very matter. He didn't need a bodyguard.
Hell, before he came to WLPS five years ago, he'd been a shock jock in Philly. There, crank calls and death threats had been proof that he was doing a good job. Back then, they'd been the rantings of the lonely looking for attention, and he'd bet that was all these threats were now. They came with the job. The only difference was that, back in Philly, no one had tried to force a bodyguard, on him.
Maybe he had lain awake between spurts of sleep after last night's incident on the air, but who could blame him? Wasn't everyone around him freaking out? He'd tried to get Tali to calm down, but she wouldn't listen. She'd insisted that the call, and the three written threats that had come before it, could escalate into something serious. She'd told him there would be a bodyguard on his doorstep come daylight and that was that.
Spencer could have thrown his weight around. He pulled phenomenal ratings, despite the fact that he had one of the least-popular time slots. But he had his eye on the morning show. Rumor had it that Johnny Gallow would be retiring soon, and Spencer was first in line for his slot. He didn't want to do anything to jeopardize his chances, which brought him back to the bodyguard.
Oh, well, it was the station's dime. He couldn't change Tali's mind, so he had to go along with it temporarily. But that didn't give the station the right to turn him into a public joke.
Sure, he'd complained that he didn't want some I dull-witted, three-hundred-pound giant dogging his heels, but this was ridiculous. Since when did bodyguards come honey-dipped and fully equipped? And she was so slender...he'd bet one good breath would knock her flat.
"First of all, the only kind of protection I have any use for is made of latex and fits in my wallet. Second, even if I did need someone to watch my back, you look more like a ballerina than a bodyguard.
Jasmine stopped checking out the house to pin him with a sharp glare. Even with barely controlled anger heating her eyes and bunching her lips, she was pretty.
To Spencer, pretty had always seemed a useless description, watered down for those who didn't quite make the cut for beautiful. Yet, right now, no word seemed more suited to Jasmine's face than pretty.
Her features were small and feminine. She had a perfect oval face with smooth skin like dark toffee. His gaze started at her soft heart-shaped mouth, moved past her miniature nose to those giant Bambi eyes that were drilling holes in his forehead.
He watched as she sucked in a breath, dearly trying to rein in her temper. After staring at him for a full minute, she nodded.
"Why don't we save ourselves a little time?" She walked into his living room and pulled an end table away from the wall. "Your station manager hired me to protect you, and as you've already stated, you don't feel I'm qualified to do the job."
He rubbed...Bring Me a Dream. Copyright © by Robyn Amos. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
This book was really good. One of the funniest books I've ever read. I love how the heroine in the novels is somewhat tougher than the hero. I love their exchanges. I love how one second she was this hard as nails body guard, but the second he touched her she melted.
i think that this was a well written book because as you are reading the book you can get in to the characters and relate to what the book is about. i think that i really relate to jazmen becuuse she is the tpye of person that doesn't care what other people think of her.what ever she wants she will get it with or with out spencer, gina, jonathan, tali,etc.(and the list goes on). i'm not a very big reader but when i first picked this book up i fell in love.in my opinion who ever doesn't like this book after theu read it they are crazy.
This was a very good book and i could not read fast enought i had a feeling who the stalker was so i keep reading to see if i was right.I read this book in a day and stayed up all night to finish it thats how good it was. This was a great book and i hope she writed more books soon
Bring Me a Dream definitely had me reading as fast as I could to find out who the stalker was. I like's Amos' characterization of the protagonist's strong demeanor in trying to be sucessful in a boy's club type profession. I liked witnessing the struggle Jasmine had with maintaining a professional demeanor around someone who obviously affected her tremendously. I don't think it was so much about her not being able to keep her libido in check (because that insinuates that she's just looking for her next lay from the very beginning). I think this story is more about this woman being caught off guard and re-realizing the other things that she wants out of her life, besides being professionally sucessful. She's always been about 'heart', and that is what has steered her to the various places and stages she's been in her life. Well written!
Spencer ¿The Sandman¿ Powell co-hosts a late night radio talk show when a female caller threatens to ¿sever his head¿ while he sleeps. This unknown stalker has also hurled other death threats towards Spencer. To keep the shock jock safe, the radio station hires the Core Group Protection agency. Nathan Pruitt assigns bodyguard Jasmine White to keep Spencer safe. After working a ¿prom night¿ or two, Jasmine knows that the Sandman case is her chance to prove that she is more than just the token female. However, Jasmine struggles to keep her libido in check, as she is very attracted to Spencer. He uses his best weapon, sharp double entendres, to restrain his own desires for Jasmine. As Spencer and Jasmine begin to fall in love, his assailant closes in for the kill. BRING ME A DREAM is an engaging romantic suspense that stars two likable lead charcaters thrown together in a gender bending bodyguard situation. The story line works because Jasmine is believable in her profession and Spencer is the type of hunk that lives up to his radio moniker as he will keep readers awake dreaming of him. Though the identity of the stalker seems a bit stretched for shock value, fans will appreciate the talent of Robyn Amos to bring readers a dream of a story. Harriet Klausner