30
Days
By: Christine d’Abo
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Kensington
ABOUT THE BOOK~
For
years, Alyssa has been going to bed with a memory. Is she ready to wake up with
a fantasy?
Some people wait their whole lives to find their soul mate, but not Alyssa Barrow. She met Rob at sixteen, and they were set to live happily ever after—until he became ill. In his final days, Rob urged his beautiful, young wife not to abandon happiness—or pleasure. He even left her a special gift, a sexy game plan to help her move on: Thirty cards with instructions for thirty days of passion. You’ll know when the time is right, he’d said. Now it’s two years later, and when Alyssa meets her hot new neighbor, Harrison Kemp, she begins to think the right time is right now…
Some people wait their whole lives to find their soul mate, but not Alyssa Barrow. She met Rob at sixteen, and they were set to live happily ever after—until he became ill. In his final days, Rob urged his beautiful, young wife not to abandon happiness—or pleasure. He even left her a special gift, a sexy game plan to help her move on: Thirty cards with instructions for thirty days of passion. You’ll know when the time is right, he’d said. Now it’s two years later, and when Alyssa meets her hot new neighbor, Harrison Kemp, she begins to think the right time is right now…
From his sculpted thighs to his
devilish grin, Harrison is the kind of man women want. Before she
can lose her nerve, Alyssa tells Harrison about her long-ignored cards…and asks
him to help her fulfill them. It’s a favor he’s more than happy to, um,
perform. With his skillful touch, and the hot press of his lips against her
skin, Alyssa finds herself re-awakening to life—and a host of other sensations.
But what began as not-so-innocent fun soon grows into true intimacy, and Alyssa
realizes she’s opening herself up not just to sex…but to love. When it comes to
a future with Harrison, what’s really in the cards?
Saucy, heartwarming, and
insightful, 30 Days explores the agony—and the ecstasy—of
starting over, and how a little encouragement, and a little courage, can go a
long way…
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR~
Christine d’Abo is
a romance novelist and short story writer, with over thirty publications to her
name. She loves to exercise and stops writing just long enough to keep her body
in motion too. When she’s not pretending to be a ninja in her basement,
she’s most likely spending time with her husband, daughters, and her two dogs.
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EXCERPT~
Now, having
survived the trials of the sex shop, I was faced with the monumental task of
opening yet another door, which proved to be challenging. Someday I’d relearn
this basic skill.
As I stood
searching through my purse for my keys to the building, a bag filled with sex
toys and various things tucked under my arm, I counted the minutes until I
could lie on my bed and have a nap.
“Hey, can I
get that for you?”
I jumped at
the sound of the distinctly male voice behind me and my keys fell to the ground
by my feet. Turning, I came face to face with Mr. Nice Ass. Unlike the brief
glimpse I’d gotten of him the day before, I had nothing blocking my view of his
physical perfection. Tall, built like a runner, with rich brown eyes and neatly
cropped black hair. As he got closer, the scent of his aftershave and a hint of
coffee washed over me. A pang of desire burned low in my belly, and my pussy
took notice. He was easily one of the most attractive men I’d even gotten this
close to in my life.
God, did
that make me a bad wife? Sorry, Rob.
“I didn’t
mean to startle you.” He reached down and picked up my keys. “I recognized you
from the other day when I moved in and wanted to say hi. I haven’t had a chance
to meet many of my neighbors yet.”
“No
worries. I’ve just . . . it’s been a weird day.” I readjusted the bag beneath
my arm and prayed he wouldn’t notice the sex shop’s logo. “I’m Alyssa Barrow.”
“Harrison
Kemp.” He grinned. “My mom was a Star Wars fan.”
“Nice.” I
turned and managed to find the proper key, sliding it home. It didn’t help ease
the tension building in my body. It was hard to take a deep breath and not be
aware of my proximity to him. “How are
you finding your place? Are you all settled in?”
The air was tremendously cooler than
what it was outside and the T-shirt and lace bra I had on did little to cover
my now hard nipples. Great, I could use the bag I had to cover up the perky
evidence, but then I’d be showing off my purchase. Or I could do nothing and
let the girls advertise their presence.
Aw, fuck it. I decided to borrow a
lesson from Nikki and try not to care what
Harrison might think, no matter how
awkward it made me feel.
“I’m still surrounded by boxes. I
learned long ago that I suck at unpacking. With luck I’ll have everything where
it should be right before my contract is up and I have to move again.” He kept
pace with me, his gaze dipping only briefly before returning to my eyes.
I straightened my shoulders and kept
walking beside Harrison as we made our way toward the condos. “That would drive
me nuts. My husband used to keep things in boxes just to get me worked up.” I
stopped walking and took a breath. “Rather, my late husband.”
Harrison frowned. “I’m sorry for
your loss.”
“Thanks.” There were many people I
talked about Rob with, but it didn’t seem right sharing anything with Harrison.
“Well this is me. We usually have a condo association meeting once a month in
the old cafeteria. It’s coming up in a few days. I’ll see you there if not
sooner.”
“I’ll be in and out of my place a
lot for the next little bit. I keep buying stuff. I’m sure I have it in a box
somewhere, but you know. It was nice to meet you, Alyssa.” He smiled, but
didn’t linger long at my door. “Have a great evening.”
The air in my condo was still and
filled with the scent of my air freshener. The urge to laugh was only slightly
stronger than my urge to puke. Hot cute guy had chatted me up while I had sex
toys in a bag and intended to go to bed and get myself off.
Or as I now
called it in my house—Friday.
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