tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2301094457482497472024-03-04T21:13:27.393-08:00Must Read RomancesMust Read Mysterieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11881128272052395015noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230109445748249747.post-77175702833621799372015-03-12T18:07:00.001-07:002015-03-12T18:07:18.525-07:00Check out the latest in the London American Brides Series by Prisca Martin<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Have you started reading <a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/?_encoding=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&field-keywords=prisca%20martin&linkCode=ur2&rh=i%3Aaps%2Ck%3Aprisca%20martin&tag=mrrblogger-20" target="_blank">The London American Brides Series </a>By Prisca Martin?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00UDSE4K6/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B00UDSE4K6&linkCode=as2&tag=mrrblogger-20" target="_blank">Unknown Love</a> has just gone live on Amazon for Kindle for only 99 cents</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>We are so excited to welcome you to the Must Read Romances blog launch!! We are celebrating Valentine's Day with a real treat: a peek into the thought process behind creating fresh and meaningful characters in author Hilaria Alexander's writing and an excerpt from her well-reviewed debut novel, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00S7KKBWM/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B00S7KKBWM&linkCode=as2&tag=musrearom-20" target="_blank">Prude</a>. </i></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romance novels have always
been something I looked at with skepticism. But romance novels as our
grandmothers and mothers knew them have come a long way! In the last few years,
I found myself more and more attracted to the genre. I can say without any
shame that I don't think there's anything better than a good, lighthearted
story with an interesting plot and great characters. After a long day balancing
a million different things, it's the best remedy. </span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I love New Adult, but as I
entered the second half of my thirties, I noticed that, from time to
time, it's not as easy for me to connect with characters in their early
twenties. Usually, the characters spend the whole time chasing each other
or fighting, and you hardly see them together as a "couple". There's
so much heartbreak, so much angst. Sometime it's worth the pain, other times I
just can't take it, I’m too tired.</span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I do enjoy Contemporary
Romance, but whenever I try to find a novel where the characters are in their
thirties, most of them are still a little too cheesy and a bit old-fashioned. I
think I was in a book rut when I had the idea for my first novel: I wanted a
good romance story that was fun, sexy enough, with very little angst and
interesting characters. I wanted the characters to be closer to my age and have
a functional relationship. </span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I can't remember if I
always wanted the female protagonist to be a writer, but I kept thinking about
how certain genres of books had changed so much in the last few years,
especially young adult. I thought for sure, there had to be out there a writer
who was asked to "spice up" their young adult stories. I kept reading
about how authors were rejected or dropped by publishing companies and then ended
up being extremely successful through self-publishing. So that's where
the main character originated from. I thought it would suit more the character
if the female protagonist to have a little bit of an old-fashioned name, one
that wasn't too easy to turn into a nickname.</span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">There always seem to be a huge
disparity between the two main characters in a romance novel. Somehow the
female character always feels like she is not good enough for him. Well, that
gets boring quickly. I thought Prudence had to have some insecurities (because
all women do), but that she shouldn’t dwell on it too much. I wanted her and
her love interest to be equals, to be partners, working together toward
something.</span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prudence Clearwater is a
young adult writer and at the beginning of the book, her life is kind of a
mess: she’s been flat out told that her writing is too safe and not <i>hot</i> enough and she needs to spice it up
a bit. She didn’t like the sound of that, and she decided to leave her
publishing company on the spot.</span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When Ben Hallstrom, a
handsome book agent with a passion for surfing, shows up at a book signing wanting
to be Prudence’s new agent, she is diffident, even more so because he seems to
be so adamant about it. In the following passage, they meet on the beach the
day after he made her a business proposition.</span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> <span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">I don’t even remember packing a
swimsuit, but I do find one in my bag.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></span><span style="line-height: 115%;">I stare at Rebecca and Anya, but they
are still in a deep, deep sleep. The beach is right across the street. I don’t
have any sunscreen, but it’s still early enough where I won’t get sunburned. I
get dressed, grab my sunglasses, water, phone, headphones and a hotel towel to
put in my bag and step out.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></span><span style="line-height: 115%;">It’s only nine in the morning, and
since most of the Hamptons’ weekenders were out partying last night, the
streets are pretty quiet. The air is crisp and almost a little too chilly right
now for my taste, but I do need some sun, so I lay down and plan to be here
until it’s time for us to check out.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></span><span style="line-height: 115%;">I left the ladies a note, I’m sure they
will be sleeping for at least a couple more hours. I put my headphones on and
start listening to the music, closing my eyes. An hour or more goes by and I
feel the sun is getting warmer, but it still feels good on my skin. It’s so
bright that I can’t see anything through my sunglasses.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></span><span style="line-height: 115%;">I forgot what it felt like to be on a
beach. I make a mental note to do this more often. Suddenly, I feel a shadow
over me. At first I dismiss it as a cloud, but I jump sitting up when I feel
droplets of water fall on me and find myself face to face with Ben. He is
mouthing something to me but I can’t hear him. I take the earbuds out and say,</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></span><span style="line-height: 115%;">“What? What are you doing here?”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></span><span style="line-height: 115%;">Then my eyes take him in and I register
what’s going on. He was surfing. He is kneeling in front of me with his wetsuit
around his waist, and the board on the sand next to him. I really see him. Blue
eyes shimmering in the sunlight, wet hair dripping water, lightly tanned arms
and chest, and an amused, playful look on his face. God Bless America. And Sweden.
And the Atlantic Ocean in between.<i> </i>I’m
so glad I’m wearing my sunglasses, because I’m pretty sure my eyes are about to
pop out of my head. I have to remind myself to make sure my mouth isn’t hanging
open and that I’m not drooling. Dammit. <i>F***ing f***ity f***.</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></span><span style="line-height: 115%;">Apparently, this is what a dry spell
will do to you; make you lose your f***ing mind at the sight of a handsome guy.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></span><span style="line-height: 115%;">“I was saying, some of my friends were
getting quite distracted because of a brunette over here, moving her hips
pretty seductively. She looked like someone I knew, so I had to come see for
myself. What are you doing here Snow White?”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"><i>Snow
White? </i><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Ha-ha, very funny.<i> Be cool, be cool, be cool.</i></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><i><br /><o:p></o:p></i></span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;">“Just chillin’, man. Trying to get a
beginner’s tan.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></span><span style="line-height: 115%;">He sits next to me and grabs my phone.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></span><span style="line-height: 115%;">“I want to know what were you listening
to…it must have been good, to get you to shake it like that!”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></span><span style="line-height: 115%;">“Oh God!” I cover my face with my
hand</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">s, and I can hear him laughing. </span><span style="line-height: 115%;">I glance over and he puts the buds in
his ears.</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="line-height: 115%;">He looks at the screen.</span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">“What is this? <i>J.Lo.</i>? <i>First Love</i>, huh?”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></span><span style="line-height: 115%;">He’s talking over the music while he’s
still listening to the song. He starts making faces and mock-dancing, moving
his arms and head to the music. I burst out laughing. He takes out the earbuds.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></span><span style="line-height: 115%;">“How does a girl go from an underrated
Raconteurs song to this? Your sixteen year old self would be <i>so disappointed</i>!” He says, recalling
last night’s conversation.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></span><span style="line-height: 115%;">“Hey!” I wave my index finger in his
face, “No shitting on pop music. Everyone needs some fun, sexy pop music in
their lives. It’s summer, and that right there, is the perfect summer song.
It’s hot.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></span><span style="line-height: 115%;">“You’re right, it is hot,” he says,
scanning my body with his eyes.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></span><span style="line-height: 115%;">I suddenly feel naked. I have on a black bikini top and boyshorts bottoms that
probably make me look even paler. I’m suddenly self-conscious and hope my
shaving job from yesterday is not as botched as I think it is.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></span><span style="line-height: 115%;">“You are distracting the surfers, young
lady,” he says all serious, biting his lip.</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">I lean on my right side toward him.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></span><span style="line-height: 115%;">“Damn, it would seem that these surfers
are easily distracted,” I say, seductively.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></span><span style="line-height: 115%;">I’m surprised by how confident I feel
talking to him today. I can’t help looking at his body either, just like he did
with mine and am distracted by the droplets of water running down his chest. He
smells like salt water.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></span><span style="line-height: 115%;">When I meet his eyes, they are dark and
serious, his jaw taut. I wonder if this is the look he uses on his prey. My
heart starts beating out of control. Don’t get so worked up, I tell myself. I
can’t hold his gaze so I turn towards the ocean, where his friends have gone
back to surfing.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></span><span style="line-height: 115%;">“Doesn’t this area get too busy with
beachgoers to be able to surf?”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></span><span style="line-height: 115%;">“Yeah, usually it does. But there
aren’t that many people this early in the morning and it's still pretty early
in the season. In a couple of weeks it would be nearly impossible.”</span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></span><span style="line-height: 115%;">I lean back on my elbows and he doesn’t
move from his spot.</span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></span><span style="line-height: 115%;">“Now that I think about it, where are
Bad Influence No. 1 and No.2? Why are you here alone?”</span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></span><span style="line-height: 115%;">“Ha! That’s a good one. You know how
you took me back to the hotel right around midnight? I went upstairs to the
room and they were gone! Gone! They left a note saying they had gone out
drinking! They came back plastered at two or three in the morning, and they
decided we were all going to sleep together! I found myself in a Rebecca and
Anya sandwich, with both of them snoring in my face. I had to climb out and get
in one of the other beds. When I left this morning they were still completely
out. As a matter of fact I have to go soon and wake them up in time for
checkout.”</span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></span><span style="line-height: 115%;">He shakes his head in disbelief, but he
probably knows just as well as I do that when they can get away from the kids
they like to party. I can’t even handle their level of partying; I’m a total
lightweight in comparison. I try to keep up the light tone between us.</span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></span><span style="line-height: 115%;">“You should have introduced me to your
surfer friends. Since I was distracting them and all, I should apologize,” I
say playfully.</span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></span><span style="line-height: 115%;">“Maybe I don’t want to introduce you,”
he says seriously.</span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></span><span style="line-height: 115%;">Huh? What's that all about?</span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></span><span style="line-height: 115%;">“It’s for your own good, honestly. They
are a just a bunch of sleaze balls. Unless you are looking for that type of
guy, in that case, any of them would be perfect, really,” he says, giving me a
glance that makes me shiver.</span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></span><span style="line-height: 115%;">“I’m not looking for anything. But you
are correct, no sleaze balls please,” I say, letting out a sigh. I look away,
but I feel his eyes on me.</span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></span><span style="line-height: 115%;">My heart rate hasn’t slowed down and
something in the way he looks at me has me completely turned on. I need to
leave.</span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></span><span style="line-height: 115%;">“What time is it? I have to go and wake
those two up!”</span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></span><span style="line-height: 115%;">“Too bad. I could have given you a surf
lesson,” he says, sounding disappointed.</span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></span><span style="line-height: 115%;">“Ha! I took a surf lesson once. I don’t
know if I’m ready to embarrass myself in front of you like that!” I reply,
getting up and picking my stuff up quickly. I
put on my sleeveless, black jersey dress while he is still sitting down, never
taking his eyes off me.</span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></span><span style="line-height: 115%;">He gets up and as he does, my eyes roam
over his beautiful body. He must be 6’2” or something. I look so short next to
him, and I’m 5’6”. He is standing just a foot away from me and I can’t make
myself look at him in the eye, but staring at his chest doesn’t help either, it
has me flustered in all kinds of ways. I’m
already acting stupid as it is. Better cut it short and avoid any kind of
awkward, semi-naked hug. But when I finally look at him, I see him staring at
my lips, and that makes me lose my focus entirely. He leans in closer.</span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></span><span style="line-height: 115%;">What. Is. Happening? Is he going to
kiss me or is he just teasing me?</span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></span><span style="line-height: 115%;">“Prudence…” he says, almost whispering,
but he doesn't add anything else. <i>Run</i>,
a voice inside of me says. <i>Run away, now.</i></span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><i><br />
<o:p></o:p></i></span><span style="line-height: 115%;">“I got to go! Bye!” I say breaking eye
contact. I grab my things and walk away.</span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I leave him staring at me, a puzzled
look on his face, glorious in his half-nakedness.</span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">What will happen? Will Prudence stay far, far away from Ben or
will she decide that working with him it’s worth the risk of falling for him?
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