Cynthianna (Appel) is a multi-published author who enjoys writing light-hearted, contemporary romantic fiction. Her contemporary-romances The Fixer-Uppers and Preachin’ to the Choir were released by Moonlit Romance. She recently has branched out into fantasy romantic-comedy. Details about this can be found on her website. You can read excerpts at Cynthianna’s web site: http://www.cynthianna.com Her blog is “Confessions of a Blonde Writer” at http://momsday.blogspot.com and you can join her monthly e-newsletter at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/cindyappelnewsletter
Can a single mom find happiness on a blind date—or at least dinner with a male who can cut up his own food? Cassie and Mike believe they're "in like" not "in love." But when down-on-his-luck Mike is evicted, Cassie takes him in. Mike starts fixing everything from window screens to broken hearts. Will Cassie let him fix hers?
Mike’s chin brushed against the top of her hair. “Hmm, you smell really nice. What kind of perfume do you have on?”
Cassie stood entranced. She knew she should move away from Mike, but somehow her body refused to follow orders from her brain.
“It’s called Red Door. I got it as a birthday present many years ago. I hardly ever wear it anymore. I’m trying to make it last.” She closed her eyes, trying hard to break the spell, but it was hopeless. “Hmm, you smell good, too.”
Mike dropped his head a little lower. Cassie felt his warm breath tickling her neck and décolletage.
“Thanks,” he replied. “I like your robe. I like it a lot.”
She felt warm all over. The room seemed to be swaying beneath her feet. She coughed to clear her suddenly dry throat. “Yeah, it’s a nice robe.” The room began to spin faster as she breathed in deeply the masculine scent of him. “I don’t wear it around much since it has the tendency to slide off me at the most inconvenient times.”
Mike’s lips lightly brushed against her earlobe. “Show me,” he whispered.
Her knees turned to liquid. She knew she had to get a grip on herself, turn the conversation around somehow, but she couldn’t. A moment later the acrid smell of burning cloth brought her back to reality.
He nuzzled her earlobe again. “Hmm, yes?”
She opened one eye slowly. “I think we’ve ruined my dress.”
“I’ll get you a new one.” He took the iron from her and yanked the plug from the wall.
“What’ll I wear tonight then?”
He put the iron down and slowly turned her to face him. “I like what you’ve got on now.”
by Cynthianna Appel
Moonlit Romance (http://www.moonlitromance.com/fixeruppers.html)