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Romancing Rebecca
Amber Polo
The Wild Rose Press
E-book release: September 2007
Print book release: March 2008
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Synopsis:
1 Woman + 2 Men in 1 Body = 1 Romance
Attorney Rebecca Dumarier uses her no-nonsense style to battle for
successful romance writers around the globe. Despite her success in the
romance industry, her personal romantic life is a disaster. Sure, she's a
high-powered attorney, but can she handle a little broken heart? Confused by
feelings she always keeps hidden, Rebecca jumps a flight to Sedona, Arizona.
There she's caught up in the vortex of a mysterious romance with Max, a man
with an intoxicating voice, who sends roses, romance novels, and chocolate,
but refuses to reveal his face. To make matters worse, Rebecca thinks she's
falling for shy trance channeler Tom Paxton. His precocious daughter and
ex-wife/manager complicate the budding relationship until Tom discovers
someone is using his body for romance and his credit card for internet
purchases. Investigating an old diary and using her worldly wiles, Rebecca
discovers the identity of the man she truly loves. Now if she can only
figure out which man that is.
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Excerpt:
Above the flow of water over river stones, Rebecca heard noises from the
hotel kitchen. She turned and in the dim light watched a man in a white coat
approach. She sat straighter and was about to stand to greet him when she
recognized the senior wine steward carrying a tray.
“Miss Dumaurier. A gentleman requested this for you,” he said with a formal
bow, but a knowing smile.
“What gentleman?”
“The gentleman said, ‘If the lady asks, tell her an admirer.’” The waiter
placed a delicate crystal wine glass and a linen napkin on the small wooden
table next to the bench, announcing, “Champagne, 1988 Krug Clos du Mesnil.”
He added, “Our finest,” to be sure she understood, then turned and retreated
up the path.
Rebecca lifted the wafer-thin tulip glass to her nose and inhaled the
distinctive smell of the legendary wine, allowing its bubbles to tickle her
nose. A sip, just a sip. This was a business meeting. Yet, she couldn’t deny
herself a taste of the most expensive champagne ever imported.
“Excellent,” she whispered.
“I am so happy that you like it,” said a deep, very male, voice behind her.
Startled, she began to turn, but the voice she recognized from the phone
message said, “No. Rebecca, please stay where you are. For now.”
“Yes, but why can’t I see you? I’m not used to business meetings in the
dark.”
He laughed. “Much business is conducted that way. My dear, you enjoy your
champagne and I will tell you my story.”
“This is so weird! I mean...irregular.”
“Perhaps, a little romantic?” His voice, like warm honey, made her heart
beat faster.
She ignored the heat, which felt a lot like desire. “Your message suggested
a copyright dispute. Tell me the facts.”
“Ah, of course, business first. Well then,” he sighed. “I wrote a...let us
say...a book. An unscrupulous editor obtained possession and after cutting,
adding, and totally distorting my meaning and intent, published it.”
“I want what is mine.”
“How many copies have been sold?”
“A million...maybe more. Fifty editions, counting translations and foreign
rights. I am willing to forget about the TV series if they cease all
rerunning of films immediately.”
“Mr...Max, you are talking big money. Only a few authors ever have that kind
of success. Who is this author?”
“I am the author. Will you take my case?” the velvety voice asked.
She felt breath warm on the back of her neck. She had to see him. She didn’t
think she could prevent herself from turning around one more minute. “Yes,”
she whispered.
“Good. The deal is made. I will deliver the documentation to you, soon. But
now...”
Rebecca felt a hand rest on her shoulder, cool and strong. A shiver of
excitement ran through her body. Unconsciously, she leaned toward his hand,
deepening the touch.
He released her and brushed the back of his hand lightly against her neck
and cheek. His voice trembled. “Enjoy your champagne, Rebecca, my dear.”
She turned. Fine hairs stood away from the back of her neck. Trees rustled
in the evening breeze and the creek bubbled past. That spicy sweet smell
lingered in the air, but no one stood behind her. On the table beside the
wine glass lay a perfect long-stemmed red rose.
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