Blurb: Best-selling novelist and songwriter, Camie
Rogers has penned numerous accounts of the secret love she holds in her heart.
Country-Music Superstar Kip Allen has changed from the shy, humble boy, to the
epitome of “star.” Can the two rediscover each other after one night of his
Home is where the Heart is Tour?
Excerpt: Too soon, the concert was over, and security officers rushed her
backstage. Waiting in the shadows apart from the throng of frenzied fans vying
for autographs and pictures, she watched with concern as Kip raked his fingers
through his hair. He heaved a tired sigh, insisted on no more autographs, and then
headed for his dressing room.
Camie
stepped forward, "Just one more autograph?" Kip turned at her soft
request. His eyes lit with recognition, and he gave her an unreserved smile.
"Camie!" He enfolded her in a big hug.
"What are you doing back here?"
A flush warmed her skin at the velvety-roughness of
his voice. "I won the prize package from the radio station. You know:
Front row seat, backstage pass, autographed C.D., etcetera, etcetera,
etcetera." Her heart raced at his nearness, her body trembled in his
strong embrace. Feeling way too comfortable in his arms, she disentangled
herself and took a step back.
He grinned.
"Great. You look good."
Her heart skipped a beat. "So do you."
Electricity sizzled between them.
Always had.
Even in high school.
Theirs had been a subtle romance, underscored by
sensual currents that hummed whenever their eyes met or they ventured into a
conversation, both too shy to take the relationship further.
"What ever happened to us?" She wondered aloud, finding it difficult to
speak past her heart hammering in her throat. "I still get all tongue-tied
when you're near." He smiled, that lazy, heart-stopping grin that drove
females from age five to fifty into a frenzy.
"You
do?" he queried, pulling her closer once more.
The husky softness of his voice sent delicious shivers
down her spine, and she choked on a yes.
"Me too." He stroked her cheek.
Her senses swirled at the tender touch. She placed her
hand over his and gazed into his sea-green eyes. Whether a moment, an eternity,
or the simple span of a heartbeat passed, she wasn’t sure, but she relished the
encounter. He dropped his hand from her face and broke eye contact.
"I don't know what happened. I wanted to roam,
you wanted a home." He chuckled at the corny rhyme. "Sounds like the makings of a hit."
Review:
Kip and Camie have very similar dreams, but go about it in very
different ways. A short, but wonderful tale of love, reunion and how love
triumphs.
Purchase Links:
Pelican Book Group http://pelink.us/13N5j5g
Kindle http://amzn.to/15Iyny0
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