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A bit about me ~ While writing for many years, I’ve been a wife, mother, U. S. Army Sergeant, and dental hygienist. My publishing dreams came true with my debut romance “Keyed Up” last year, and since then I have five other reads out there with plenty more on the way. When not writing I enjoy reading plenty of romance myself, from Kerrigan Byrne and Cynthia St. Aubin, to Tiffinie Helmer and Cindy Stark. Enjoy this excerpt from “Keyed Up” and be sure to come back for more!
Conflicting emotions ran amuck through Sebastian’s mind.
Elation. Fear. Panic. His shield quickly dissolved like a sand castle being washed away in the surf.
He was halfway in love with her again.
Who are you kidding? Your love for her never stopped. You just pushed it away and lived in misery ever since.
Sebastian couldn’t control the heat that burned deep as he watched Penelope holding his masterpiece. Unknown to her, she had been the inspiration behind his composition he had started so many years ago and only recently completed. And now, she would be making her debut playing that very piece.
As she looked up and their eyes locked, he had no choice but to make his way over to her. Needing to be near her.
You’re playing with fire. Professional relationship only. Good luck with that.
The silence seemed deafening as Sebastian and Penelope faced one another, neither speaking. He made no effort to hide his study of her as his gaze wandered over the lush curls that framed her face and hovered at her shoulders. Her eyes held more maturity, yet still seemed so innocent at the same time. Her creamy skin glowed even with no makeup, allowing for her natural beauty to shine. Her lips remained parted as if on the verge of saying something.
Sebastian longed to lean in and capture them with his own. He longed to relearn the softness of her neck and linger above her collarbone. Would it still drive her wild to have my lips suckling that spot?
He wanted to continue his perusal down the rest of her body, but her timid words brought him out of his own thoughts.
“Hello, Sebastian,” she said softly.
“Hello, Penelope. You look lovely.”
Sebastian enjoyed the blush that crept into her cheeks. The action immediately sent his own blood raging through him and bringing to life a certain part of his anatomy, that if he didn’t get under control soon, he’d have great difficulty hiding.
“Thank you. You’re looking quite well yourself,” she stated mechanically, as if it were her duty to be pleasant. “What a surprise. I had no idea you’d be working with the Symphony.”
“Yes, well, it was literally a last-minute decision, having received the call a few weeks ago. Luckily, I had just finished my new piece and felt it worthy.” He cocked his head, analyzing her cool demeanor.
“I take it you still avoid reading anything extraneous. Didn’t Frederic inform you of my collaboration?” When she raised a brow at him, he continued. “I suppose I shouldn’t be so informal by using the director’s first name. He does prefer LaPelle, after all. Surely you got his email?”
“I’m sure I did, but I have been very lax on catching up with my emails, and–“
Her words were cut short by the director calling for everyone to take their positions and prepare for rehearsal.
“Looks like it’s time to get to work,” he said.
“Yes, well, I suppose you should have the honor.” She stepped away from the bench, indicating that he take the seat in order to play.
Again, LaPelle’s words halted her movement and clearly surprised her.
“Ms. Dixon, please join Mr. Mauer at the bench so that you’ll have the opportunity to follow the music this first time through.”
Sebastian couldn’t have been more pleased, but it was evident by Penelope’s hesitation that she didn’t feel the same way.
He drew near to her and whispered, “Please join me.”
Sebastian could admit his enjoyment in watching her body visibly shiver.