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A single wrong assumption can be costly…

I’m so excited for this new release! Embracing Passion been a long labor of love – the finale to the Passion series, set in a fictional center for sex studies and sexuality.

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EXCERPT

Set Up: Rosanne has shared her concern about the detective’s investigation with the Center staff.

New York, New York 2014

“I don’t care what you say,” Center Co-Director Harry Gage grumbled, “I don’t like the idea of a cop nosing around. Nothing good comes from that.”

Melissa Hopkins-Gage, the other co-director, shook her head at her husband, who sat on the opposite side of the office round table, with Simone Stone and Rosanne on either side of her. She knew he was only expressing his concern for their staff.

She was pleased that Anna Jackson, the Center’s part-time community education director and board member, had been able to join them this morning. In her early forties, Anna brought a certain wisdom to the Center as well as strong commitment to the Center’s broad educational mission. That she probably colored her raven hair and that her body had matured with age, displaying a slightly thicker waist and wider hips than Anna preferred, made her an asset, particularly in fantasy videos depicting a middle-aged woman’s role. Her enthusiasm in front of the camera rivaled that of her younger colleagues.

“We don’t have anything to hide, Harry,” Melissa reminded her husband. “You know that.”

Melissa glanced at Rosanne, who was uncharacteristically antsy. She’d seldom seen her friend so out of sorts. This detective must’ve shaken her up more than she was admitting. “If your detective comes to the Center, we’ll show him around. If he thinks we’re trying to hide something, then he’ll probably hang around a lot longer.”

Rosanne nodded, looking less than convinced.

“I haven’t liked this damn project you two are working on from the beginning.” Harry raked his graying hair. “It’s not safe. And it makes you look like…”

“Harry,” Rosanne interrupted, “we’ve discussed this ad nauseum. Simone and I are careful. We back each other up. We’ve nearly completed our sample selection. Simone’s already finished with her part of the data collection.”

“Right,” Harry huffed. “Because Boyd finally put his foot down. At least her husband has some sense.”

Simone thrust out her chin defiantly. “I agreed to quit because I didn’t have any more data to gain. My preliminary analysis suggests we’re developing a fairly complete picture of the trucker who seeks a liaison while on the road. Don’t make it sound like Boyd has me on a leash.”

Melissa smiled at the spunky woman, who was only two years older than Rosanne. Both women had their doctorates. Both were avid advocates for the Center and its mission. And both could twist Harry Gage around their fingers. She should know. She’d been doing that since before they married. “You know they’re not going to be satisfied until their research is done, Harry. If things were reversed, you’d feel just as strongly.”

Giving up, Harry scrunched his mouth. “That doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

“No, I suppose it doesn’t. So,” Melissa said, taking charge, “if this detective shows up, we’ll be nice to him, answer his questions, and show him around.”

“You won’t show him around,” Rosanne protested, “if we’re working on camera.”

“Of course not,” Melissa agreed. “We can show him the stages and sets when they’re not in use, which is most of the time. Do you really think he’ll track you down?”

Rosanne took a long time to respond.

Melissa knew Max’s granddaughter better than most. That flicker of emotion wasn’t exactly fear. So she was more than a little curious about the man who’d apparently stalked her from the rest area to the rental car agency. Melissa smiled to herself. She’d tuck that bit of information away, just in case.

Rosanne flexed her fingers and wet her lips. “I’ll be surprised if he doesn’t,” she said at last. “Detective Walker strikes me as a man who won’t be satisfied until he has all the pieces of the puzzle in place.”

“And you’re his puzzle for the moment.”

BLURB

Now in her late twenties, Rosanne Falcon’s life has finally come together—a Ph.D., a prestigious research job, and two exquisite lovers, one of each gender, to complete the package. The intense bond she shares with Simone Stone was augmented rather than broken when Simone met and married Boyd Roberts, and the three have forged a fulfilling polyamory relationship. More would only be trouble.

Widowed by a tragic accident several years earlier, Detective Thomas Walker is nearing retirement after twenty years on the police force and ready to change careers. Fully convinced the hot redhead who meets truckers at the rest area he’s staked out is a prostitute, he sets out to build his case against her. He is dead wrong, but each layer he uncovers of what she really does for a living challenges long held assumptions. Can he overcome his deep-seated bias to make room for what’s possible?

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A single wrong assumption can be costly…

I’m so excited for this new release! It’s been a long labor of love – the finale to the Passion series, set in a fictional center for sex studies and sexuality.

Welcome to MFRW Hooks, where the authors of Marketing for Romance Writers
share snippets from their stories to entice you into wanting more.
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EXCERPT

New York, New York 2014

Continuing where we left off last week: Detective Tom Walker has just met the subject of his investigation…Now we’re in Rosanne’s point of view:

Glancing in her rearview mirror at the detective fuming near his car, Rosanne couldn’t suppress a shudder. While she and Simone always knew they’d have to have a lot of luck not to attract the attention of a cop before completing their research, it still was a little unnerving to come face to face with one. He’d nearly spoiled her day. Her early-morning rendezvous with Ben had provided a wealth of information on the life of the over-the-road trucker.

And then the cop was waiting for her. He’d acted rather befuddled by her presence. She liked that, a lot. She hadn’t been afraid he’d arrest her. He had no evidence, because there was no evidence to get. She might be a working girl, but not the kind he suspected.

She checked her mirror. Would he follow her? She shook her head. He probably already knew who she was. She’d seen him nosing around a couple times. And he’d followed her the previous week to the car rental. He probably already had her name and address, but he’d seemed more than a little puzzled by her card.

Maybe he’d give up now that he’d confronted her. She smacked her lips. Detective Walker didn’t strike her as a man who gave up easily. Would he stalk her? Would he come to the Center to question her, or Melissa and Harry Gage, the Center directors? If he did, he’d be in for a surprise or two.

She’d have to warn her friends and mentors about his interest, not that the Center activities hadn’t been scrutinized before. There were many folks out there—too many—who didn’t appreciate the mission of the Center to foster healthy sexual relationships across the lifespan. Toward that end, the Center produced and distributed instructional videos affirming most forms of sexual practices between consenting adults, as well as a catalogue of toys, lubricants, and other sexual aides. Its work had become more sophisticated and more embracing since its inception in the mid-sixties. Its market had also grown geometrically.

She was proud of her work and knew firsthand how the Center had helped to save marriages. If it hadn’t been for the Center, she wasn’t certain her own grandparents would’ve made it. It was Grandma Agnes who had sought help from the Center and encouraged Grandpa Max to volunteer with her. Their work on camera had drawn considerable praise and offered hope to many older couples. After Grandma Agnes died, Grandpa Max eventually hooked up with Claire Johnson, who’d spent her entire career with the Center—the woman Grandma Agnes had sought out as her coach.

Rosanne ran a brush through her short hair. And now it was her turn to promote the work of the Center. She peeked at the rearview mirror. And no damn cop was going to make her think less of her work.

Grinning at the memory of his gaze roving over her, she couldn’t help but wonder if he’d go out and rent a semi and call her. She was familiar with that look. For a moment, he hadn’t been a cop assessing a suspect. He’d been an aroused man assessing a woman.

BLURB

Now in her late twenties, Rosanne Falcon’s life has finally come together—a Ph.D., a prestigious research job, and two exquisite lovers, one of each gender, to complete the package. The intense bond she shares with Simone Stone was augmented rather than broken when Simone met and married Boyd Roberts, and the three have forged a fulfilling polyamory relationship. More would only be trouble.

Widowed by a tragic accident several years earlier, Detective Thomas Walker is nearing retirement after twenty years on the police force and ready to change careers. Fully convinced the hot redhead who meets truckers at the rest area he’s staked out is a prostitute, he sets out to build his case against her. He is dead wrong, but each layer he uncovers of what she really does for a living challenges long held assumptions. Can he overcome his deep-seated bias to make room for what’s possible?

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A single wrong assumption can be costly…

I’m so excited for this new release! It’s been a long labor of love – the finale to the Passion series, set in a fictional center for sex studies and sexuality.

Welcome to MFRW Hooks, where the authors of Marketing for Romance Writers
share snippets from their stories to entice you into wanting more.
Be sure to click on the links at the end to travel!

EXCERPT

New York, New York 2014

Continuing where we left off last week: Detective Tom Walker has just met the subject of his investigation…

Rosanne stared at him a long time as if assessing. “I thought you might prefer voyeurism. You have that look about you.”

Tom curled his fists at his side. This was not going the way it was supposed to. Why was she so confident? She acted like she really believed she was innocent.

She dug into her small purse and pulled out a business card, then thrust it out to him. “Wouldn’t want you to strain yourself trying to keep track of me.”

He glanced at the card: Rosanne Falcon, Ph.D., Research Associate, Center for Sexuality and Sex Practices, with an address in Manhattan.

He shook his head. Maybe she was a bullshitter. He glared at her pink lips as they bowed into a smile while he tried to ignore her pebbling nipples.

She peeked at his growing arousal, and a laugh escaped her mouth. “Of course, if you really want to check me out, you could go out and buy a semi.”

Flashing an eyebrow, she pulled keys from her purse, flicked the remote, and slid in behind the wheel. “I’m developing a preference for Peterbilt.” She gave him a small wave. “Bye.”

Tom leaned against his white sedan, not sure if he should laugh or cuss. Had he just been conned by an expert? He glanced at the card in his hand. At least she’d made it easy for him to check her out. She certainly believed she had nothing to hide—or if she did, that she was well protected from him.

He’d see about that. She might not dress to allure, but she was one damn sexy lady. He gazed out across the truck parking area. How many of those guys thought they’d gone to heaven and back with the redhead?

Leaning against his car, Tom watched the Falcon woman head toward the interstate. She hadn’t seen the last of him. He’d dig into her until he had her pretty ass nailed to the wall.

Shaking his head, he unlocked his car. He’d been on the force for nearly twenty years, and he’d never heard a story so far-fetched. She might have the Stevenses snookered, but the Falcon woman wasn’t about to snooker him.

BLURB

Now in her late twenties, Rosanne Falcon’s life has finally come together—a Ph.D., a prestigious research job, and two exquisite lovers, one of each gender, to complete the package. The intense bond she shares with Simone Stone was augmented rather than broken when Simone met and married Boyd Roberts, and the three have forged a fulfilling polyamory relationship. More would only be trouble.

Widowed by a tragic accident several years earlier, Detective Thomas Walker is nearing retirement after twenty years on the police force and ready to change careers. Fully convinced the hot redhead who meets truckers at the rest area he’s staked out is a prostitute, he sets out to build his case against her. He is dead wrong, but each layer he uncovers of what she really does for a living challenges long held assumptions. Can he overcome his deep-seated bias to make room for what’s possible?

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