|Publisher:||Open Road Integrated Media LLC|
|Product dimensions:||5.40(w) x 8.30(h) x 0.40(d)|
About the Author
Janet Dailey, who passed away in 2013, was born Janet Haradon in 1944 in Storm Lake, Iowa. She attended secretarial school in Omaha, Nebraska, before meeting her husband, Bill. The two worked together in construction and land development until they “retired” to travel throughout the United States, inspiring Janet to write the Americana series of romances, setting a novel in every state of the Union. In 1974, Janet Dailey was the first American author to write for Harlequin. Her first novel was No Quarter Asked. She has gone on to write approximately ninety novels, twenty-one of which have appeared on the New York Times bestseller list. She won many awards and accolades for her work, appearing widely on radio and television. Today, there are over three hundred million Janet Dailey books in print in nineteen different languages, making her one of the most popular novelists in the world. For more information about Janet Dailey, visit www.janetdailey.com.
Read an Excerpt
The music was a slow, sentimental ballad, spinning its love theme for the few couples on the floor. The subdued lighting added to the magic of the moment, creating another romantic spell.
A happy sigh slid through Erica's lips as she felt the caressing touch of Forest's chin against her dark hair. Her fingers curled tighter around his neck while she lightly rubbed the side of her head along his chin and jawline in a feline gesture, smiling when she felt his mouth against her hair.
Tilting her head back, she gazed into his tanned face, admiring again his striking looks, the commanding strength in repose signified by the square jaw and the cleft in his chin, the sensual line of his mouth, and the velvet touch of his brown eyes as they possessively examined her face.
To speak in a normal voice might break the spell, so Erica whispered softly instead. 'Would it sound very corny and silly if I said that I could do this all night?'
'With me or with anyone?' Forest murmured. An eyebrow, the same light brown shade as his hair, arched to tease her.
'That's another thing I like about you. You never take me for granted.' Her soft voice trembled with the depth of her emotion and Erica buried her head in his shoulder, knowing her violet eyes were much too expressive of her thoughts.
'What else do you like about me?' His lips were moving against the silken length of her hair again, igniting warm fires in her veins.
'Conceited?' she taunted him, but with a catch in her husky voice.
'Where you are concerned I need all the assurance I can get.' The arm around her waist tightened, holding her closer to his muscular body as if he expected her toslip away. 'Tell me.' His growling order was a mock threat, but one Erica was only too happy to obey.
Hesitant to reveal how deeply she cared for this man who was noted for his careless and carefree association with women, she adopted a light-hearted air.
'For starters, you don't make all those affirmative noises when Daddy is around. You're independent and very secure about your own ability. You're much too handsome for a girl's peace of mind. Elusive, always managing to escape being led down the altar and all the while making a girl believe she's the only one in your life.' Erica raised her head from his shoulder and encountered the smouldering light in his eyes. With her lashes, she shielded the answering light in her own eyes. 'A girl wants to forget everything her parents taught her when she's with you.'
'Not all girls.' His hand cupped her chin, lifting it so he could gaze thoughtfully into her face. 'Certainly not you. That first night I took you out, I was ready to agree that all those rumours about you being an ice maiden were true. To be perfectly honest, Erica, in the beginning you were a challenge.' White teeth flashed as his mouth curved in a rueful smile. 'I don't believe anyone has said "no" to me as many times as you have.'
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Finding love and wanting to get married left Erica Wakefield in a situation that she had to find a way out of. She was already married, even if it was only suppose to last an hour it had somehow lasted nearly two years even though no one knew of it. Running into her husband at a dinner that she was attending with her father and the man she was hoping to marry she discovered his name, Rafael de la Torres and that he was nothing like what she thought he was. After they finally had a talk, she was shocked to learn that he had no intention of letting her out of the marriage, annulment was not and option and he refused to give her a divorce without a fight that would put her impulsive act of defiance front and center for her father to see.This is an older book (a re-release of a 1976 book) so that or the fact that this is an early book for Janet Dailey, either may have something to do with the awkwardness that I felt with this one. The use of a thesaurus was obvious, and at times annoying (I don¿t like the use of a $5 word if a smaller one works just as good and in some cases, better). This story is written from just the Erica¿s point of view, which I guess is ok, that left some of Rafael¿s thoughts and feelings as - well not a surprise, it was all pretty predictable - but surprising in his intensity. I did like Rafael, but not getting his side of the story was disappointing to me.