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549 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2001
Living on a remote island under an assumed name, novelist Parker Evans guards his secrets well. Fascinated by this reclusive genius, publisher Maris Matherly-Reed decides to pursue him. But this new project threatens an old commitment, a commitment at the very center of her life.
“It takes far less courage to cling to the past than it does to face the future".”
“He gathered a handful of her hair, then wound it around his fist and drew her closer until their faces were inches apart. He hesitated for several heartbeats, then settled his lips against hers, tested the angle, readjusted. He was moderately controlled until he heard a small whimper from her. He backed off, looked down into her eyes, and recognized a desire that equaled his own.
Control was abandoned. He covered her face with wild, random, artless kisses and she was doing the same to him. Then mouths melded and tongues touched, and they kissed with carnal greed.”
“Women readers aren`t turned on by nice heroes any more than male readers lust after heroines who are too virtuous.There should be at least a hint,maybe even a promise, of corruptibility.”
“The F word turns me on, she whispered.
"The F word?"
"Food"
He threw back his head and laughed. It rumbled up out of his chest and felt so good it startled him. For the first time in years,his laughter was spontaneous. It wasn`t tinged with bitterness and cynicism.”
“…What in hell has this been about? Why the lies, the games?”
“They seemed like fun at the time. We both got laid. Several times last night you moaned, ‘Yes, yes, harder, faster, Parker.’ X-rated things, too. Sounded to me like you were having fun.”
“I’m not pretty, Maris.”
“You’re beautiful.”
He’d treated her like a child who could be easily mollified with a candy stick, or a pet whose trust could be earned with a pat on the head…The way in which he’d placated her had been more belittling than his original offense. Didn’t he know her any better than to think she could be so easily defused and dismissed?
“Stop it, Parker.”
“Okay, I will.”
“Thank you.”
“When you stop looking like that.”
“Like what?”
“Thoroughly fuckable.”
“That’s not a word.”
“Thoroughly? Is, too.”
“I should have you charged with sexual harassment.”
“I’d deny it.”
She knew exactly what he was thinking. Their minds were moving along the same track. He could see it in the way her eyes turned smoky and hear it in the catch of her breath.
“The f word turns me on,” she whispered.
“The f word?”
“Food.”
“Why don’t you have your navel pierced?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“If you’re going to wear hip-riding skirts and shirts that tie at the waist, why don’t you have—”
“I heard you.”
“Then why?”
“Because I don’t want to.”
“Too bad.”
“The thought of it gives me the willies.”
“A small loop. A tiny diamond stud. It’d be sexy. Er. Sexier.” His eyes moved up from her midsection to her face. “Those glimpses of your belly button are already a major turn-on.”
She squared her shoulders. “Parker, if we’re going to have a professional relationship, you cannot talk to me like that.”
“I can talk to you any damn way I please.”
She gave a stubborn shake of her head. “Not if you want to work with me, you can’t.”
“You’re free to go.”
“It takes far less courage to cling to the past than it does to face the future.”
“Women readers aren't turned on by nice heroes any more than male readers lust after heroines who are too virtuous. There should be at least a hint, maybe even a promise, of corruptibility.”