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I Believe in Love.
Even more, I believe in love at first sight.
Of all forms of caution, caution in love is perhaps the most fatal to true happiness, Bertrand Russell said, and he was right. If anyone should know that it’s me, better than many. I’ve been married four times. Obviously I’m a romantic (which is a good thing considering I’m a romance/erotica writer). I’m also an optimist, clearly, but that’s a blog for another day.
So, what brought up this topic? I was watching Ellen. Julianna Margulies was the guest. They were talking and Ellen brought up Julianna’s husband. She asked Julianna, “Did you know? As soon as you saw him, did you know he was the right one?”
Julianna smiled and just melted. It was there on her face, she didn’t need to say it, but she did, soft and heartfelt. “Oh yes.”
I knew just how she felt, I get that same sappy grin on my face when I talk about my husband.
The first time I saw him, getting off his motorcycle in all his motorcycle gear and walking toward me, I knew. His hair was tousled from his helmet. His eyes were steady, the color of good sherry. One look at his face, at the way he looked, the way he carried himself and I knew. Here was a man comfortable in his own skin, comfortable with himself. I had to know if he kissed as good as he looked. *grins* We nearly didn’t make it out on our date so that would be a yes. In time, I would learn about his quirky sense of humor, his quick wit, his steadiness that is such a good balance to my ADD fueled flightiness but in the moment he kissed me, the way he held me, I knew.
He also didn’t get home until late…*wicked grin* We were definitely compatible.
He knew who I was. I’ve always believed in honesty, so he knew I’d been married three times before and it didn’t matter. We were both struggling with issues, but that didn’t matter either. We worked them through together. Was I scared? Anxiety was my life. He had his own fears. We’re still working them through, but he’s my rock. He laughs when I wear antlers at Christmas and repeats the story of how I wore my Easter bunny ears home and the cop in the car next to me wouldn’t look at me.
When I wanted to stay home to try this writing thing full time he told me to quit my job. When things didn’t work out quite the way I had hoped he told me it didn’t matter. And it doesn’t.
Is there a part of him in Asmodeus? *smiles* I’m not telling.
Blurb...
Gabriel Nicholas is kidnapped and dragged into a vast underground chamber. Spotlighted in the center of that room is something—someone?—quite unbelievable. He’s also, without doubt, the most magnificent specimen of masculine beauty Gabriel has ever seen. He is absolutely stunning.
Despite the circumstances, Gabriel burns to touch all that gorgeous, gleaming skin.
He is Asmodeus, the Demon of Lust, legend come to life. But Gabriel soon realizes Asmodeus is just as much a captive as she is.
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