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SYNOPSIS:
BLISS NOVAK has a great life. She's happy, beautiful and financially secure. What more could she want?
BLISS NOVAK has a great life. She's happy, beautiful and financially secure. What more could she want?
Fortune has smiled on STEVEN FRENCH too. Handsome, talented and sexy, the stuntman has it all. At least that's what he believes until he meets Bliss.
When a movie production comes to Pacific Grove, these two are drawn together in a passionate romance. Their love creates their personal Garden of Eden.
But there's only one thing wrong with the Garden of Eden....there's always a snake.
PURCHASE LINKS:
EXCERPT:
BLISS
I can barely jeep my eyes open.
Like
Cleopatra on her chaise, I lie face to the sky enjoying a rooftop poolside
catnap. After my morning workouts I take
time to decompress. If only someone
would feel me a grape.
My lids
close, as the August sun lulls me into an intoxicating half sleep. The heat feels so good on my skin, soothing
my overworked muscles.
Ironic,
that the pleasures of life can trick us into affection, and then need. Sun, food, sex, everything we enjoy we can
enjoy too much. And when we do, the
pleasure becomes the course of our pain.
How well I understand this perversion.
I close my
eyes, pushing down the past. I prefer to
think of the now. Gorgeous day,
gratitude for the gifts of life that are mine, and the entire pool to myself.
SPLASH!
The sound
of a body diving into the pool interrupts my little Valhalla. I’m shocked by what feels like a blast of
glacial water.
Droplets
rain down on my hot skin and white bikini, and I shiver with the impact. My reflex is to jump up, but decide instead
to investigate the source.
I lift the
oversized brim of my red straw hat to peek at the intruder. Who trespasses in my personal Garden of Eden?
A golden
male body streaks under the water, powerful, aerodynamic. He rises to the surface and takes long easy
strokes. I’ve seen enough to know that
this particular body is pretty damned beautiful.
Adjusting
my position to get a better look, I watch him turn and head back towards my end
of the pool.
Lift your
head, lift your head. Let me see your
face. I will it so.
As it on
cue, he reaches for the edge of the pool and raises his head out of the water.
Wow.
I’m dazed
into silence. My pulse quickens.
Pillowed
lips, dark thick hair, penetrating green eyes, well defined jawline, it all
comes together in a perfect storm of hotness.
And for
just a few moments, the entire picture I see freeze frames. The world stops and makes sure I’m paying
attention.
He smiles
at me.
“Morning,”
Adonis speaks. His voice is seductive
and flirtatious.
“Morning,”
I flash him my best smile, and my interest is completely sincere.
Putting his
hands on the pools edge, he lifts himself out in one effortless motion.
“Jesus,” I
mutter, under my breath.
His right
shoulder is covered in tattoos that wrap around to this chest. I can see one of the underside of his left
forearm, a snake I think, and a piece of another peeking out of the bottom of
his trunks. Suddenly I’m a big fan of
tattoo art.
He stands dripping
in front of me. My eyes follow the
envious journey of droplets running from his hair, down his chest, over his
flat stomach, and into the band of his trunks.
My eyes linger for a nanosecond on the mother lode. Yep.
Ding, ding ding. Oh yeah.
AUTHOR BIO:
Leslie Pike lives in Laguna Niguel, California,
with her husband Don, and Pom-Poo Mr. Big. Before writing her novel, Leslie
worked as a screenwriter on episodic television. She has traveled the world
with her Stuntman/Stunt Coordinator/Director husband, on movie sets from Africa
to Israel, from New York to Los Angeles. Some of her favorite things include
calligraphy, long walks with her friends, and enjoying delicious food that
other people have cooked!The Trouble With Eden is Leslie's debut novel.
MEDIA LINKS:
Website: www.lesliepike.com
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