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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
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."
Extasy books at:
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.
Extasy books at:
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.
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"?