Synopsis
At thirty years old Monica is about to discover real
passion
for the first time in her life. A chance encounter in a Tampa bar brings Victor
into her life.
Sexy as hell, secretive, and incredible in bed, Monica is overwhelmed in every way
by this ex-military man who introduces
her to all kinds of new and exciting
experiences.
Monica is a school teacher who longs to experience the joy and thrill of passion. She has battled
a past filled with trauma, and
depression.
Finally free of her fears
and guilt, she begins to explore. That is when she meets Victor, a man who
has his own demons to battle and secrets to
keep.
When he meets innocent
Monica, he wants to experience all he can with
her. She is innocent, yet willing;
barely touched, but incredibly passionate. Victor's past
has scarred him, and despite his feelings he keeps
Monica at a distance. Why? Because he fears those
secrets will destroy them.
But, Monica and Victor are soul mates. They have the
same hot passions. Will they find their happiness with each
other? You must read to find that
out. But, they most assuredly
do find pleasure.
The genre is: Erotic
Romance
Excerpt:
“Hello,
gorgeous!” Blue eyes said and inched closer to me.
“Hi,” I
replied nervously taking another sip of my drink, not realizing I had finished
it.
He turned
and called to the bartender, “Another one, please,” he indicated to the
bartender that the drink was for me, and the bartender nodded.
Blue
eyes, then turned to me and smiled. His
teeth were perfect. “My name is Victor
Ciccone. And you have to be the most
beautiful girl I have seen in long time.”
“Thank-you,”
I said shyly.
“You’re
welcome!” He laughed. “You didn’t seem
this shy on the dance floor. You can
move! I was imagining you moving like that under me in my bed.”
“Y-you
did?” God, that was a stupid thing to
say. I wasn’t used to this flirting
business. I had no experience. I wasn’t
Ana.
“Yes, I
did. And, it was good. I pleased you very much.” He gazed down the
length of my body and that look was a caress. I could see from his face he
liked what he saw. It was a compliment without words. I was surprised I wasn’t more nervous, but Ana
was right there watching us. He was
incredibly attractive. Oh my, if my heart beat any faster I was afraid it was
going to burst right out of my chest.
“So, what is your name? I want to
know what to moan in my sleep when I dream about you tonight.” Was
this for real? Did guys really talk like
that to pick up a girl? I didn’t
know. But, it was definitely working on
me. This guy was turning me on, and he
hadn’t even touched me. Yet!
“My name
is Monica Michaud,” I said as I reached out my hand to shake his. It was like electricity. A shock went through
my entire body. I felt warm all over,
and I knew it wasn’t from the drink. I
only had one. The guy was pure animal
magnetism, pure sex appeal.
He did
not let go of my hand, or break eye contact.
He held it and used his thumb to caress the top of my hand. He pulled me closer, and we were mere inches
apart. He tilted his head to the side
and put his face into my hair behind my ear, and inhaled. “You smell delicious. I bet you taste good, too,” he whispered in
my ear. He softly kissed my cheek and
trailed light feathery kisses from my temple to my lips. I gasped at the sensations he evoked in me. “Dance with me?” he asked and began to draw
me out of my chair.
Wordlessly,
I followed him. It wasn’t a fast song,
but it wasn’t a slow song either. He
drew me into his arms and we swayed rhythmically in time to the music. His body
and mine melded together on the dance floor.
The electricity between us sizzled.
After one song ended and another began his hands began to roam across my
back, my sides, and I just held on enjoying the feelings he evoked in me, He
turned me slightly and our eyes met, and, that is when his lips claimed
mine. They were soft and cool, probably
from the beer. His tongue darted out,
and slid along my lips and I opened for him wanting more. My nipples hardened at the sensations he was
creating. This man knew what he was
doing and I wanted more. He explored my
mouth with his, he tasted of lemon and beer, and I tentatively began to
respond. He moaned my name into my mouth.
The hand that caressed my back now slid along my arm then grasped my
face, and his other hand, the one that had been stroking me along the side
along my ribcage did the same. I was lost in the pleasure, completely oblivious
to my sister sitting not eight feet away.
The kiss went on and on. He slowly began to ease back, and end the
kiss. “You do,” he said and sighed
sadly.
“I do
what?” I asked, a little shaken by, what seemed to me, the abrupt end of the
kiss.
“Taste
great,” he answered and then laughed, his blue eyes glittering. “But that is not the only part of you I want
to taste.”
I stared
at him shocked. My eyes widened into
saucers at his suggestion, but yet, I yearned for whatever this man was willing
to offer.
“You have
beautiful eyes. Lonely, big and brown
eyes. I want to see them full of passion
for me. But another time. Let me bring
you back to your friend.”
He began
to lead me back to my sister, and I muttered just that. “She is my sister.”
He turned
to look at me, surprised. “You look so
different. Both of you are beautiful,
though in your own way.”
I
couldn’t help but smile at his sincere compliment. We didn’t look much alike. Once back at the bar, he helped me back onto
my stool, and again sat beside me, his smile dazzling.
I was
speechless and terrified and excited at the same time. Nervous, too. But, a
part of me knew that this man would be worth it. Instinctively, I also felt he
wouldn’t hurt me physically, and although his words were evocative, I saw
glimpses of tenderness, and restraint in him. He was as sexy as hell, and when
he smiled his crooked smile he had a dimple.
Whatever inhibitions I still had, I knew he would break those down, he
would teach me and please me to no end.
This man was wild and dangerous, untamed. But I saw kindness there, too.
He broke
the silence first. “I want to see you
again.”
“I would
like that,” I said immediately and licked my lips not realizing I had done it.
I don’t know where those confident words came from, but I was glad they
came. He nodded his approval, and then
sadly shook his head and I felt a sudden sense of loss. He could see it in my eyes.
“Don’t
worry, Mi Cara, I am not done with you yet, just for tonight, though. I have to work early tomorrow, and I do not
want to rush what I wish to do to you.
Give me your phone number,” he demanded as he slid his phone towards me.
With
shaking hands I picked up his cell phone and typed in my phone number, and then
handed it back to him. “Just one second,
Monica,” he stated as he scrutinized his phone and hit a few buttons. At that moment, my phone began to ring; I
looked at my clutch and began to retrieve it automatically, when his hand
stilled mine. “No, don’t worry,
Monica. That was me calling. I wanted to be sure you had given me the right
phone number and not a phony one. I
can’t let you get away, now that I’ve found you. And, now you have my phone number, as well.”
Review:
A Fire in His Eyes was not like most books. Victor
seemed unsure in a lot of things in life while Monica was sure about a few
things but confused about having a relationship and what it meant.
Victor has personal life issues that had him in
turmoil. His childhood was that of a somewhat “semi perfect” family and in his
eyes, family was the most important thing to him. Once he had that, he fought
to keep in but when he met Monica, things changed a little. In the back of his mind, he had to “do the
right thing” but his heart wouldn’t let go of Monica.
Monica had her own problems and a lot of those stemmed
from previous things that happened to her. Trust was a big issue and learning
to have someone in your life was another. Victor and Monica fought to have what
each needed but there was one thing, or person, holding back what could be something
worthwhile for them both.
MJ Nightingale opened us up to a different side of
things and the struggles that people truly endure and how they chose what’s
best for them. Victor made the right choice and chose to do it for him and not
for anyone else. What a good story!
About The Author
MJ Nightingale has been a teacher for
twenty–two years.
She graduated from University in Canada with a Bachelors of Arts degree majoring in
English, and honoring in American History. She went on to
get her Bachelors of Education Degree in
Secondary
Education. Reading has been a part of her life since she
was a child. She has been an avid lover of classical English and American
literature, but romance has always held a special place in her heart. She devours romance novels all summer long, and any
type of fiction; thrillers, crime, suspense, and drama. She has
published poetry, lyrics for song scores and
short stories under a different
name.
She has taught Creative Writing to high school
students for over fifteen years, several who have gone on to publish works of
their own.
She currently lives in Florida, where she
continues to teach, with her wonderful
husband of eight years, and her twin
sons. She plans on pursuing her
writing career full time very
soon.
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