Tempered Dreams (book 2 in Tempered series)
Blurb: Dr. Scott Hensley (introduced in Tempered Hearts) has built
a wall around his heart since the death of his wife and parents. Katrina Simmons is recovering from scars
inflicted on her as a battered wife. Can
dreams be renewed and faith strengthened?
Can they find joy and peace in God’s love and in love for one
another?
Excerpt: “Spend the day with me,” he urged. “We’ll go to my
place. I’ll take a short nap after which we’ll do whatever your little heart
desires.”
“Anything?” she teased.
Her voice was as
enticing as silk and just as alluring. Her excitement set fire to his blood.
“Anything.” he assured in a thick voice.
His smoldering
gaze, as tender as a caress and just as potent, lowered to her lips, lingered,
then raked over her in a hungry gesture before returning to capture hers in a
heated embrace. Trina felt as though he was touching her in the most intimate
of ways. Her cheeks grew hot, her breath lodged in her throat. Desire washed
over her in angry waves. She swallowed hard and tucked trembling hands in her
lap, desperately trying to form a coherent sentence. “Please, Scott, don’t look
at me like that.”
He could
actually feel her trembling response across the table. His voice lowered
another notch. “Like what?”
Trina shook her
head. “Like you’re starving to death and could eat me up. Didn’t you have
enough food?”
Pushing his
plate away, Scott stood and held his hand out to her. Trina placed a trembling
one in his firm grip. Pulling her gently to her feet, Scott raised it to his mouth,
brushing his lips across her knuckles. “Food is not what I’m hungry for,” he
informed her in a husky whisper.
Trina waited as
he paid for their meal then followed him to the parking lot as gracefully as
possible on legs that wobbled. He paused and in a silent gesture, signaled for
her to give him her car keys. His fingers brushed sensuously over her wrist and
palm, grasping hers gently when she placed them in his hand.
Locking his heated gaze with hers, Scott raised
their clasped hands to his lips, this time lingering over the kiss. He nibbled
on her knuckles, teasing the back of her hand with his mouth, then, in one
swift movement, turned his attention to the sensitive flesh of her palm and
wrist, relieving her of her keys and her senses.
Trina felt the
caress to the very core of her being. She moaned, leaning against his hard
frame when he pulled her closer. His heat enveloped her until she burned with
him, for him. And his lips had never even touched hers.
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Author bio: Award-winning author,
Pamela S. Thibodeaux is the Co-Founder and a lifetime member of Bayou Writers
Group in Lake Charles, Louisiana. Multi-published in romantic fiction as well
as creative non-fiction, her writing has been tagged as, “Inspirational with
an Edge!” ™ and reviewed as “steamier
and grittier than the typical Christian novel without decreasing the message.”
Links:
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