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Dedication Dedicated to the power of e-mail and the soft, sexy words that only a lover can read and understand.

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Chapter One “You.” Bridie’s fingertips stroked the bristly skin of James’ face as her other hand ran down the smooth, muscular skin of his back to the firm flesh of his ass. They were skin to skin. The heat of his flesh burned into her like a branding iron. He is the one. Never had Bridie imagined he would come along. “Yeah, me.” James raised his hips and slid his cock out from her pussy as his mouth ran along the side of her jaw and down her neck. Bridie didn’t even try to hide the shiver that ran through her body at his touch. She gripped her thighs around his waist to draw him back inside her body. The stiff cock against her inner thigh teased the tender flesh and made her long to have it deep and hard within her once more. It seemed like forever she had waited for this moment with James and she didn’t want to waste another moment empty. “Who knew?” “I did.” “Smarty pants.” “I have no pants on, but then, neither do you.” Bridie slapped his ass. “I know that and I need you to come back inside me now.” She squirmed against him, using the wet heat of her body to entice him inside. James shook his head in mock disappointment. “You’re as pushy in person as you are on e-mail.” He reached for both her hands, linking his fingers with hers as he raised them above her head. “This will be done my way or not at all.” James rubbed the tip of his cock over Bridie’s clit as his tongue flicked the pink flesh of one taut nipple. Okay, his way was pretty damn good, Bridie conceded as she sighed and arched against him. “But I want cock now. You can’t give it to me one minute then take it away the next.” There was just so much temptation a woman could bear. She raised her hips so her pussy ground against his cock. “I know you want me.” 5

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“Oh yes, I do.” James laughed. “Are you feeling empty?” “I am hot and wet and if you do not fuck me now I swear I will scream my head off.” The desire to be filled once more with James was so overwhelming she was trembling with need. James’ gaze met with hers. “I guarantee you’ll be screaming but not in frustration.” “You talk big.” I love this pushy, arrogant man. “I am big.” James pushed the head of his cock back inside her. “Ahhh,” Bridie moaned as she pushed forward for more. “Please love me, James.” “I have from the first angry word you spoke to me.” “So?” “What?” His smile lit up her heart. “What part of, “I want cock now” don’t you understand?” James thrust back inside her in one plunging stoke. “Better?” “Oh yes.” I love hot male.

***** What is wrong with you people? James Harper looked at the e-mail on his screen. “So much for corporate etiquette in sending e-mails,” he muttered to himself as he typed a response. I beg your pardon? Who is this? James Harper. Well, James Harper, your office is sending us the wrong data and it’s pissing me off. He raised his eyebrows in amusement. And you are? Bridie Clare from the Brisbane office. Ah yes, the she-devil who has started sending us daily e-mails pointing out our inadequacies. 6

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That would be me. You lot have been doing this job long enough to have got it right by now. And you are perfect. Damn straight. Now get someone to re-e-mail me the correct data now. “What the hell? James stared at the screen in amusement. “Bridie? Short for Bridget?” His assistant David shook his head. “It’s actually short for Bride of Frankenstein. She’s a pushy bitch, that one.” James opened the spreadsheet she had sent back to them. He glanced quickly at the data. “Yeah but she’s right. Our figures are wrong.” “Don’t tell her that.” “Why?” James smiled. Was David scared of her? He liked scary women. They hid so many interesting things under flimsy layers of defense. “Because we’ll never hear the end of it.” James fixed the data and resent it. He mentioned nothing about being wrong. “I’m not going to make it easier for her.” James Harper loved a challenge.

Ms. Clare, please find attached reworked graphs and figures. “About frigging time,” Bridie mumbled under her breath, though to be honest she was kind of surprised at the speed of his response. Normally no one in the Sydney office moved that fast. Thank you, Mr. Harper. Bridie tapped the keys quickly. “If he wants to be formal, I can be formal,” she muttered to herself. She had a killer headache, her favorite chocolate had run out of stock in the office candy machine and the café next door where she bought her bucket-o-coffee each day was closed “due to personal reasons”. “What a crap day.” Bridie banged away on the keyboard. Please ensure it does not happen again. Or what?

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Or I’ll… Bridie stopped typing. “Hmm, they never usually answer back.” What would she do exactly? It was different when people were scared of you, for you never had to justify yourself. And, basically Bridie could do nothing much if they messed it up again because she wasn’t in charge of them. She relied on them for data but they did not answer to her. Bridie had just made them believe they did. She liked things done the right way. Her way. If it’s correct I’ll leave you in peace. Had a bad night? What? Broke up with your boyfriend? Excuse me? Knicker elastic too tight? “What?” Bridie sat bolt upright at her desk. Who was this guy? She had heard someone new was going to shake up the Sydney office but she’d assumed he would be just another business suit barking out half-assed orders to inefficient staff on his way out to lunch at the golf club. What’s your favorite color? Why? I want to know? What has that got to do with work? Humor me. Black. Bridie shook her head in wonder. “Why am I even responding to this guy?” Come on. Red. Favorite flower? Why? Just tell me. It will relax you.

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How? Was he a mind reader? Bridie hadn’t been relaxed since the seventh grade. Some people didn’t do relaxation well. She was as tense as a bowstring. You ask a lot of questions. It’s my job. It wasn’t. It was her nature to be suspicious. Will it kill you to tell me your favorite flower? Daisies. Really? Why? Old fashioned and sweet. Bridie knew where this was going. She could be an absolute bitch at work when people pissed her off as the Sydney office did. They dragged the work day out with their inefficiency. And nothing like me, I suppose you’re going to say? I don’t know you. You tell me about yourself. Nope. Bridie had heard enough. James Harper was a charming man and the last person she wanted to play with. Men like that were players and she hated games where she wasn’t sure of the rules. Two minutes later as she was focusing on a column of figures, the phone rang. “Divisional Management, this is Bridie.” “This is James.” “Holy crap.” The man had a voice that sounded like sin and sex. It washed over her mind and seeped into her skin. “I’m not sure crap is holy.” Bridie slapped her forehead. “I said that out loud.” Bugger, I said that too. “Yes. So what’s going on, Bridie?” The way her name sounded on his tongue made her thighs sweat and her heart beat madly. “Your office sucks.” Yes, that was better. Channel the office shrew within. “Probably,” James conceded without offence. “But we’re working on it.” “Work faster.” 9

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“Yes, ma’am.” Some men just had the ability to make the simplest things sound sexy. “That it?” Bridie barked at him. She was annoyed at herself for going all gooey over a voice. He’s probably cross-eyed with a wart on his nose. “Yeah, I just wanted to hear your voice.” The call ended. Bridie leaned over and turned on her small desk fan. “Oh my.”

***** “Good morning, Bridie.” “James.” She would have liked to say she was not hoping it was him calling but that was a lie. Bridie wanted to hear that voice one more time to make sure it was real. “You remembered me.” Your voice was in my head all night. It was so hard to sleep. Bridie cleared her throat. Get a grip, woman. “What can I help you with?” he was a professional as was she. This was work and it was boring. Remember that. “Are you married?” “What?” Bridie almost fell off her chair. “It’s a simple question.” “Are you?” “No.” “Really?” “Do I sound married?” What woman was silly enough not to live with that voice? It made her wet just listening. Bridie closed her legs together firmly. The office was no place for an orgasm. There had to be a policy on that somewhere. “No… I don’t know… Why was it important?” And why do I sound so rattled? No man had ever gotten to her like this. In fact she had sworn off men after her last disastrous venture there twelve months ago.

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“I just wanted to know if you had someone in your life.” Oh lordy. The way he said it made her wish it was him. Bridie shook herself. “I don’t believe in romance.” Oh crap why did I say that? The minute it was out of her mouth she regretted it. She never told anyone that. “Everyone believes in romance.” “I’m in Divisional Management. We’re not romantic here.” “What are you then, Bridie?” Mostly lonely. “I’m busy.” “I’ll leave you to it then. The called ended so suddenly that Bridie felt a wild rush of disappointment shoot through her. There were a hundred things jumping into her brain that she should have said. Or not. “Get a grip. He’s just a guy on the make.”

Ten minutes later, James e-mailed her. I was thinking… Bridie had been too. She had been clicking on the send-receive like a mad woman hoping he would post. Good to know someone in your department does. About you. Uh-huh. Do want to know why? Of course she did. Nope. Liar. You need someone to love. And you need to send your petty cash receipt forms in. Or?

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There was no “or”. How could there be an “or”? No one from the Sydney office ever acted like this. Listen up, James. I don’t know what sort of game you are playing here but I’m not like other women. How so? I mean, I am but I’m not after a man. Me either. I never for one second thought you were gay. Why not? Your voice. You like my voice? “Oh jeez, why did I say that? I should have a stupid stamp on my desk instead of a date stamp.” The phone rang. Bridie knew it would be James. Her heart pounded and her hands shook. I should not answer this.

“Bridie, are you there?” James knew it was complete madness but he felt a strange rush of feeling just talking to Bridie. She was different from any woman he had ever known. Pithy, smart and amusing. He could hear her breathing over the line. At least Bridie had not disconnected the call. “Okay, just listen then. I’m single, thirty-eight, I have my own house, teeth and car. I rarely belch, I can cook and not all women hate me.” “I don’t hate you.” “Excellent.” Against every rational reason he could think of, James wanted to meet Bridie Clare. I have to get up to the Brisbane office. The feeling was so strong that the urgency of it gripped him. He had never believed in soul mates or love at first anything, but the mad rush of feeling he was feeling demanded a response. “I mean—” “So tell me everything about yourself.” James wanted to know everything.

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“Why?” “Because, Bridie, I believe I am falling in love with you.” She snorted in disbelief. “You’re mad.” “Maybe,” James conceded, but it was a good madness that he wanted to indulge in. “Tell me, have you ever felt this instant a connection with anyone?” James knew by her sudden silence he was not alone. “You live miles away.” Barrier one by the lady. “They have planes now. The Wright brothers invented them.” “You scare me.” Barrier two, honesty. James liked that. “Why?” “Because men generally don’t want women like me.” “Well they’re idiots.” He cared not what ruled other men’s lives. James judged by the spirit of another and by his own gut instinct. “This can’t go anywhere. It’s not like we will ever meet.” Barrier three, rationality. “How do you know?” He was making plans in his mind as they spoke. Not meeting her was not an option. “Oh God,” Bridie choked out. James gripped the phone in worry. She sounded upset. The primal need to protect his mate grabbed at him. “What?”

Bridie saw the flowers heading in her direction but never for one second did she assume they would be for her. They were always for someone else. “Daisies. On my desk.” For the first time in a very long time Bridie burst into tears. “You—you sent me flowers.” James sent me flowers. It just didn’t seem real and yet as she touched the petals she knew he was the only real, true thing in her life at that moment. “Yes.” 13

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“Why?” “You know. Don’t you feel it?” Oh yes. “But it’s not rational.” James had no idea what she was like or even looked like. It was crazy. “Life isn’t about getting facts and figures done by knock off time, Bridie.” “No.” She stopped and blew her nose. Fellow staff members were looking at her but trying not to look at her, as people did when someone got flowers. “Everyone thinks I’m mad.” “Is that any different from normal?” Bridie laughed. “No.” “So here’s what I propose. Let’s get to know each other on e-mail and the phone and go from there.” “Where’s there?” I want to go there right now with you. “We meet.” “Oh. I look better over the phone.” Meet? I would have to lose ten pounds, get a new body, hair, skin… “I doubt that.” There was so much she wanted to say, to explain, to make him understand. “James—” “Don’t give up on me, on us, Bridie.”

***** For the next two weeks, James and Bridie abused the corporate mail and racked up personal calls on the business telephone talking about anything and everything. It was an old-fashioned courtship conducted with modern technology and if it had happened to anyone else, Bridie would have scoffed at the notion. I will be in Brisbane on Friday.

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Bridie stared at the screen for what seemed like hours but was only minutes. He was coming to her. She didn’t know whether to cry or scream. Friday was two days away. The phone rang. Bridie snatched it up. “James.” Come. Don’t come. Please come or not—God, I don’t know. “You knew it was me.” He sounded pleased. Who else could it possibly be in her world right now? “This is a bad idea.” “Why?” “What if—” “I have to meet you, Bridie.” “I know.” Their fate had been sealed over that first e-mail.

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Chapter Two Bridie knew the exact minute James walked in the door. The fine hairs on the back of her neck stood up and her stomach tightened with anticipation. She was positive everyone in the office could hear the pounding of her heart. It was crazy and ridiculous. James was just another person. A colleague and yet— “Turn around.” That was James’s voice. Bridie would know it anywhere. The sound of it made her skin tingle and her hands shake. “No.” It was such a simple request yet it had huge implications that she knew would change her life forever. “Why not?” “Because.” It was a half-assed response from a woman who normally was never lost for words. James chuckled. “I may not be who you want me to be?” “You will be.” If she knew nothing else, Bridie knew that. “So? Are you chicken or something?” “Oh hell yes.” Face-to-face contact when you could see the truth in another’s eyes was frightening. There were so many “ifs” racing around in her mind. “That’s what I love about you, Bridie. You say exactly what’s on your mind. Tell me more and ignore everyone else.” “Oh God, people are watching?” Well of course they would be. It was an office environment where nothing happened and everything from the photocopier toner leaking to the coffee van coming caught people’s attention. Bridie put her hands over her face as if to blot out that which she could not deal with. As much as she craved seeing James, she didn’t want to do it in front of a gawping audience. The biggest

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mistakes were made in times like this. And I don’t want ruin this. “I just know I’m going to do something stupid.” “That’s okay. We can be stupid together.” James voice was soft with reassurance. “Please, Bridie. I want to see your face.” “What if…” She knew he was going to be gorgeous and she was so average. If James disliked the look of her now, Bridie knew she would be devastated and not able to hide it. This meant too much. A stranger had shaken up her world and she liked it. If James leaves now…if he hates me… “There are no ‘ifs’ or ‘buts’ and I have longed to be with you, Bridie.” That was exactly what she wanted to hear but reality had a way of turning tables on you. “Yeah but—” “You are the woman I have spoken to everyday on the phone and in e-mails. The woman I have told things to that not even my closest friends know. I need to see you. I have to know that you’re real.” James reached out and touched her shoulder. “Please. You’re shaking.” She was, but Bridie was no coward. She would deal with whatever happened with no recriminations. After a deep breath, Bridie turned to face him. “Hello, James.” And then worlds collided as each of them looked at the other for the first time. James was indeed gorgeous in a raw, masculine way that made her want to throw herself into his arms and never let go. From the top of his auburn hair to his broad shoulders and lean waist and hips he was everything Bridie wanted. His deep blue eyes held hers and if Bridie had not already fallen in love with his words she certainly would have then and there. The look he gave her was so intense that Bridie could almost feel his mouth against hers. “You’re freaking me out here. Say something.” “You’re beautiful.” Bridie let out a long sigh of relief. “Really?” “I can barely breathe just looking at you.”

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“Me?” And no one else existed in the room. I believe he loves me.

“Yes.” James could not believe his eyes. This was the woman who thought no man would ever want her? Were the men in this city blind? Or maybe it was because he was already in love with her through her words and voice. The shy, sweet, funny, tough woman who barked orders at him in one breath and cried over the phone in the other just because he sent her flowers. James caught her trembling hand in his and pulled her to her feet. The sight of her curvaceous form made his cock jerk with excitement. That he had found his perfect match on the office e-mail seemed a one in a million shot but every so often fate gave you a chance. I will not waste a moment. “Let’s go.” James wanted to only be with Bridie. “Where?” She hesitated. “Trust me.” If Bridie did that, his world would be complete. “I don’t know you.” James smiled at her indulgently. “Don’t you? Did my words mean nothing to you?” Bridie’s other hand caught against his chest. “They meant everything. More than is rational for someone I have never met.” When she touched him, he felt like a teenager finding his true love. “People don’t have to meet in the flesh to know each other.” “No.” Bridie kept her hand where it was. “Scared?” “I don’t want to mess this up.” Her words made his heart beat faster. She loves me. “I will not let that happen.” “How can you be so sure?” “Because I knew the first moment I heard your voice that I would want no other.” “Wow.” Her eyes were bright with interest. “Impressed?” I want to kiss her so badly. 18

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“I just never thought you were the kind of man to watch soap operas.” Bridie smiled at him. James was mesmerized by it. “Bridie.” “Yes James?” “Come with me. Just be with me. We can talk or—” Bridie interrupted his words. “I want to touch you. I want to taste you. I don’t want to waste any more time.” James lifted her hand palm to her mouth and kissed the soft skin. “Thank you.”

***** They barely got through the door of his hotel room before their lips met and their hands were pulling at each other’s clothes. It had been the longest ten-minute drive that Bridie had ever experienced. Nothing but pleasantries passed their lips and for one moment she thought she’d made the biggest mistake linking her life, in a matter of words, to a stranger’s. But then, as they got out of the car and James looked into her eyes and took her hand, Bridie knew it was no mistake. The passion she saw burned through to her heart. “I hate buttons,” she muttered between kisses as her hands moved down his shirt front. Bridie didn’t want to stop kissing James for too long as he was the most delectable treat she had ever tasted. “Yep, buttons are bad.” James mouth left hers as he pulled off her shirt. “Oh man…” He sounded like he was in pain. That was not good for her confidence. “Okay, I have cellulite and stuff and my stomach is not flat—” “Lace on breasts. It makes a man crazy.” Oh okay, this sounded like a good pain. “We wear bras for that reason you know.” “Take it off.”

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Since the moment she saw James, or maybe since she first spoke to him, she knew one day she would be naked with him. No fortune teller had to tell her that. But reality was quite different from the kismet stuff. “Um. They’re not perky.” “Bridie.” James’ hands covered her lace-encased breasts. That felt so good. “Yes?” “I want to love you, not a simulated catwalk model. I want a real woman. I want my woman.” My woman. “You know all the best things to say.” Bridie reached around and unclasped her bra. When his hands cupped her bare breasts for the first times, Bridie choked back a sigh. No one had ever touched her so gently. “I wanted to ask you to do all sorts of stuff to me on e-mail.” As soon as she said it, Bridie realized how dumb that sounded. “That would have killed me,” James murmured his eyes on hers, his fingers teasing her nipples. “I was having enough trouble trying to keep my cock under control as it was.” “Really?” Bridie reached down to the front of his trousers. There it was, hard, long, stiff, perfect. “Bridie?” His eyes closed for a moment. “Keep doing that and you’re going to be flat on your back in a second.” “I don’t want to wait.” When James opened his eyes, she knew that was not an option. “I’ve waited forever for you.” “Strip.” “You too.” Their clothes hit the ground at a rapid pace. “Wow.” Bridie was mesmerized by the beauty of his body. Hard muscle, tanned skin, and a chest and stomach she wanted to lick right down to a large cock that she wanted buried inside her. “Wow good or wow bad?”

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“Wow as in I may never want to leave you. You’re beautiful, James.” He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. “I always wondered what this would feel like.” “Sex?” His cock felt so good against her stomach that she wanted to throw herself on the bed and open her legs wide in invitation. Bridie had no need for preliminaries. She had been ready for James since his first hello. “No,” he swatted her ass. “I mean to make love.” She pushed back from him. “Do you think we’re going too fast?” Please say no. “Way too slow.” James pulled away from her arms. Bridie felt naked without him. Being undressed was one thing, but when he was not in her arms she felt more vulnerable. “Where are you going?” She watched as he pulled out a long strip of condoms from his pocket. Smart man. While she wanted his cock inside her, she had not even thought about safety. “Got big plans?” “Oh yeah,” James pulled a condom out. “May I?” “I’ll break down in tears if you don’t.” That he wanted her—flaws, cellulite and all—made her feel like a goddess. James chuckled as he worked the rubber up his shaft. “Please never change, Bridie. Always say exactly what you feel.” “Hurry up and fuck me then.” His hands stilled momentarily at their task and his eyes locked with hers. “You will drive me mad.” “That’s my evil plan.” “On the bed.” The condom was in place. “Um…” This was probably a good time to be honest. “Um what?” “I’m not great at sex.” Bridie knew she was going twelve shades of red. “I mean I want it with you but—” 21

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James took her hand. “We will be great together. Are you going to cry?” He pushed her gently onto the bed. He said the sweetest things to her. Bridie sniffed. “Maybe later.” As promised, James had her flat on her back. “What now?” Please come inside me. James sat on his haunches between her legs. ”I really want to play with you but I need you now.” She wanted him now too but the liked the idea of what he might do to her. “What would you do to me?” “I would do this.” James moved in and lifted her legs over his shoulder. “Whoa!” Not what she expected. It was actually better. “Then this.” His mouth descended on her clit and sucked. Bridie would have defied any woman not to scream at a moment like that. She clutched at the bed sheets and bit her bottom lip. Never had any man done that to her before. And I like it. When his tongue slid into her vagina, Bride grabbed his shoulders and pushed James back. “I need cock.” She had never uttered that phrase in her life but desperation made her crazy. “Thank God. I was not sure I could hold on much longer.” Bridie smiled at James’ honesty. “Will we always be this desperate for each other? Oh crap, I didn’t mean to say that.” It indicated a future together and while at this moment she wanted that, Bridie wasn’t going to demand the man marry her after sex. James laughed. “Of course we will be. I plan to be chasing you around the kitchen at eighty.” He pushed the head of his cock into her wet core. Bridie stiffened. “Relax.” “That’s very hard to do when you’ve invited the man of your dreams to fuck you and he’s going too slow.” “Man of your dreams?” James leaned in and kissed her lips. 22

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“And I need fast.” In answer to that, James plunged all the way into her. “Oh boy.” This was not like sex she had done before. This was more and better and James. “Bloody hell, Bridie,” he groaned, as he began grinding his cock inside her. “You’re so tight I’m not sure I can hang on.” “So don’t.” She wrapped her legs around his body. “I wanted to finesse you with my skill.” Bridie giggled. “You did that in your first e-mail. Now fuck me hard.” “Yes, ma’am.” James’ mouth descended on her breast and sucked her nipple, his hips rocking against hers at a swift yet controlled pace. Bridie closed her eyes and gave into the moment. No words had to be said. They both knew. It was right. “Oh…” James’s mouth left her breast but his hips never stopped moving. “Problem?” “I think I’m going to have an orgasm.” Who knew that would ever happen to her? “You say that like you’ve never had one. No?” James paused for a beat and kissed her hungrily. “Oh, Bridie, I have so much I want to show you.” She held on to James as the most delicious spirals of sensation radiated through her pelvis and up her spine. Bridie panted and pressed in even closer to James wanting everything he had to give—his wet skin on hers, his pounding cock, his warm breath, his loving eyes. She did not scream as she came, it was more a long sigh of understanding, like she knew she had found her home. James growled so loudly on release that Bridie giggled. “What?” he rolled them onto their sides. Bridie snuggled in close, pleased that he had not left her. “We’d better ring hotel management.” “Why?” “Just in case they think we’re trying to kill each other in here.”

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“It would be the perfect way to go.” James placed a playful kiss on her nose. “I always knew I’d find you,” “Who knew I could be so lucky?”

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About the Author Amarinda Jones believes anything is possible and sometimes just asking for the impossible will surprise someone enough that they will give it to you. Writing is like that. Put it out there and wait for a response. There is always the possibility you may fall on your ass, but after all, that’s what cellulite is for. Amarinda believes in taking chances, speaking her mind and aging disgracefully. Twenty years from now she plans on being the neighborhood witch who all the kids are scared of. But then, everyone has to have a hobby.

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