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"Anywhere the Heart Goes"
Sam went to the living room and examined Rachel's CD collection, settling on a couple of Nat King Cole recordings. He scanned the books on the shelf, his eyebrows arching when he saw a copy of the Kama Sutra. Sam took the book from the shelf and began leafing through it. Here's a side of you I didn't expect to find. He looked at the elegantly etched lithographs of couples in passionate heat. "That's an interesting book," Rachel said from the doorway, her voice having taken on a huskiness Sam hadn't noticed before. He looked at Rachel as she leaned against the wall,her left leg slightly bent, causing her hips to arch a bit. The backlight from the dining room silhouetted her, bringing out the reddish highlights in her hair. Sam let his eyes absorb her sexiness and sensuality. "I've never read it," he said, placing the book back on the shelf. Rachel pushed herself away from the wall and slinked toward him, locking onto his eyes. "It's very enlightening, in a spiritual way," she commented in the same smoky voice. "Really helps you unlock your inner self and lose your inhibitions. That is, if you have any." She was standing less than a foot away, her hazel eyes emitting a soft murky glow. "Did you have a lot of inhibitions to lose?" Sam queried. Rachel gave a low, sultry laugh. "Now who's getting personal?" She inched closer to Sam. He placed his arms around her shoulders, pulled her close and gently planted his lips on hers. She closed her eyes and teasingly brushed her lips against his, giving him a light kiss. Sam moved one hand to the back of her neck, kissing her with more interest. Rachel responded in kind, enjoying the feeling. Sam was instantly taken in by Rachel's essence. Her perfume worked with her own chemistry, and the sweetness of her strawberry-flavored lip gloss was the perfect dessert. He worked his lips against hers for a few moments before his tongue made a preliminary probe into Rachel's mouth. She slid hers into his mouth in response, causing his pulse to quicken. Prior thoughts of making love to Rachel flooded his mind again, as he realized that the desire wasn't just lust, but something that would last longer than fifteen minutes. He slowly ran his hand along her back, enjoying the softness of cashmere but wanting to know if her flesh was also as soft and inviting. He wondered how far he could push his luck without getting slapped into the middle of next week. He pulled back slightly, looked at Rachel and smiled. "Looks like you really unlocked your inner self." Rachel ran her open palm across his shoulder. "There are a lot of other secrets to unlock, if someone only had the key." She continued her dreamy-eyed gaze for a moment. "I think you just answered a question i had." "What question?" "Whether you found me physically attractive." He didn't want to tell Rachel that her face had flashed into his mind during sex with someone else a couple nights earlier. "Does 'I think you're totally hot' put your mind at ease?"
* * * * "Anywhere the Heart Goes" is a fun, enjoyable romp through the often confusing world of relationships. It artfully and humorously portrays the eternal struggle of men and women in their complicated dance of getting along."
- Allbooks Reviews
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"The Sweet Distraction"
George left Pasquale's residence and slipped on a pair of Ray Bans. He had spent the morning taking dictation and asking questions, but hadn't seen Cookie yet, which was a disappointment. He was almost to his car when a voice calling to him stopped him. "Hey, bachelor, what's your hurry?" George turned and looked in the direction of the in-ground swimming pool. He smiled at the sight of Cookie resting on a chaise lounge. George casually strolled over to her and stopped at the edge of the chair. His eyes devoured her lithe frame adorned in a black string bikini that highlighted every notable detail. She looked up at him through a large pair of dark glasses. "I was hoping to see you," she said. "You said you'd call." "But I didn't say when." "Touche." "You're looking very yummy this early in the day." Cookie slowly licked her lips. "Thank you. How goes the book?" "Not bad. How goes the catering business?" "Slow. I decided not to waste such a beautiful day hanging around the office." She put her foot on the chaise and bent her knee, showing off a well-toned leg. George tried not to leer at her seductive pose but it wasn't easy. He found his mind drifting in an unwanted direction again. Out of the corner of his eye, he glimpsed Vito Pasquale looking at them through the window of his study. After a moment, the Don turned and walked away. "I've been thinking about what you said yesterday," Cookie said. "Which part?" "The part about not rushing into something. I figured that meant you needed to see if you really like me first." She moved her leg slightly to the side to give George a full view of her tanned body. "So do you like me?" "Oh, I definitely like you, especially when you're dressed like that." "You should see me in my teddy. It's black lace with a matching thong." George swallowed hard. "You don't give up easily, do you?" "Not when i really want something." She picked up a bottle of lotion from the tiled deck. "Would you like to lather up my back?" "I'd love to, but I don't think we're exactly alone out here." "Daddy won't mind. He's always reminding me to use plenty of sunscreen." George laughed uneasily while waging another internal battle. "Thanks, but I probably shouldn't." Cookie shrugged. "Okay. What're you doing later?" "Working. I'm under a deadline, remember?" "You know what they say about all work and no play." "I always make time to play." "Hmm. What do you like to play?" "Poker, blackjack, the ponies once in a while." "Are you good at picking the winners?" "I like to see them run first, but it usually depends on who's holding the riding crop." "Ooh. Is that a freaky side coming out of hiding?" George winked at her. "I'll never tell." "I like to play, too." "What games do you like to play, little girl?" "Pass-out, strip dominoes, escaped convict and the warden's wife..." "Those are a little out of league." "Maybe you should move up from Little League to the Majors. That's where they play night games." "Is this where you ask me if I know how to whistle, and then tell me I just put my lips together and blow?" Cookie raised her glasses and gave him a sly look. "I can think of a much better use for your lips." That's my cue to leave before I ravage you out here in the open. "I should probably go. I'm cutting into your tanning time." Cookie stretched her leg and ran her bare toes along his thigh. "Too bad you can't stay for a swim. There's always a spare Speedo in the guesthouse. You could come back after dark and go skinny dipping with me." "How am I supposed to respond to invitation like that?" "You should say yes." "I should say goodbye before I get myself in trouble. I'll see you later."
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"Robert B. Parker and his Spencer series may have met their match in Tim Smith's Nick Seven in the genre of mob and underworld revenge in 'The Vendetta Factor.'"
- Richard R. Blake, Readerviews
* * * When former CIA agent Nick Seven did a favor for his friend, gambler Rock Moretti, he didn't know that his innocent gesture would place him in the middle of a turf war between two Mafia families, each fighting for control of the lucrative Miami market. Nick's peaceful life in the Florida Keys becomes a battle of wills as he must call on his instincts to outwit both Dons, as well as a Justice Department prosecutor with a personal agenda. When Nick becomes the target of a hired assassin he realizes that he has his own vendetta and thirst for revenge.
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"Full of intrigue, adventure and excitement, 'Never Trust Your Dreams' is one book you don't want to miss."
- Allbooks Reviews * * * Nick Seven left the CIA for the tranquility of the Florida Keys, thinking he'd found an idyllic life in paradise with Felicia, his dream lover from Barbados. The last thing he wanted was to be used by his former employers as an unwilling pawn in America's war on terror. As Nick and Felicia maneuver through a complex maze of treason and corruption they cross paths with a rogue agent with a personal agenda, a mentally unstable killer and a wealthy industrialist with a secret to hide. When Nick is set up as the fall guy for a murder he didn't commit, the stakes become higher and force him to realize that what dreams may hold, nightmares also share.
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"This is a sexy, stylish thriller with a savvy, no-nonsense hero. Tim Smith has a winner with his first book!"
- L.A. Johnson, Midwest Book Review
* * * Nick Seven thought he'd found his idea of paradise in the Florida Keys and that his days as a hired gun for the CIA were behind him, buried alongside the painful memory of a personal tragedy. He didn't expect the appearance of a resurrected terrorist from his past, a discovery that pulls Nick into murder, blackmail, espionage and high level government corruption. Who can Nick trust and who's dealing from the bottom of the deck? Will he hit the elusive moving target or wind up, as he says, "here today, dead tomorrow"?
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