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Now, read on for Romance!
Today I'm going to introduce you to a fellow Texas author named Vallory Vance. She writes scorching hot romance novels that will have you reaching for the ice water. So come along, turn on the box fan, and enjoy the excerpt from her novel Music for Her Soul!
Vallory Vance is the pen name for a
color inside the lines, Human Resources professional living in the Dallas /
Fort Worth metroplex by day. After her family consisting of a husband of almost
twenty years, three kids and two dogs have filled her evenings with laughter,
she sits down to her laptop to write tales of the first moments of falling in
love when nothing else seems to matter.
As a fortieth birthday present to herself, she decided to share her stories of romances that range from sweet to spicy.
As a fortieth birthday present to herself, she decided to share her stories of romances that range from sweet to spicy.
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| Author ~ Vallory Vance |
At forty, I decided to reclaim my passion for writing. I am
lucky that my husband and children are supportive and give me time each day to
write. The three-year old isn’t as supportive as the rest, but he’s trying!
I have a lot of favorite authors because I read across many
genres. At the moment, I’m reading NYPD Red by James Patterson and Marshall
Karp and loving it!
My favorite quote about writing is - There is nothing to
writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed. ~ Ernest Hemingway
I have this hanging on my wall.
Music For
Her Soul Blurb
Single mom Lena Spencer is showing
her sexy side for the first time in a life that has revolved around an
aggressive pursuit of her PhD and learning to live without the father of her
daughter, Ethan Holden. Returning to town after a ten month tour with the
single goal in mind to reclaim Lena’s heart, Ethan gives his greatest
performances--musical and otherwise.
Music For
Her Soul Excerpt
Bastard! Why wouldn’t
he let her go? Any effort to turn away was thwarted by the draw of the
brilliant white spotlight following his solitary figure mounting the steps to
the stage. He looked resplendent in the simple shirt unbuttoned past his
collarbone, stretching over his taut chest and falling unfettered to his tapered
waist. His jeans wrapped snugly around his slim hips as he stood with his legs
spread slightly apart, his back arching backward. His fingers masterfully
tapped the trumpet’s keys, making it sing a song that exploded a scorching,
shameless lust within her. He steadily fingered the instrument, resonating tones that wrapped her body in a cocoon of deliciously illicit memories of what had taken place that first night. She brought a finger to her mouth and glided it over the smooth edges of her teeth, suckled it, and grazed it over her arid lips. He had taken her breath away and he was doing it now. Any resistance she once had coupled willingly with the notes of his siren song and floated away.
Entranced and on the verge of an old-fashioned swoon, she was saved by the sharp piano chords. “Gone boy, whoo…whoooo!” a woman’s voice rang out, and the crowd burst into thunderous applause as Ethan bowed to the pianist and stepped to the rear of the stage.
She could have run to him right then. Damn the show, damn the crowd. But he hadn’t loved her enough to come back for her, his most important obligation. She twisted in her seat, relieving the ache that stirred between her crossed legs.
Her head swam and she sank back into her chair, unable to tear her eyes away from him. The memory of his caress kindled old flames of desire and ignited new ones. Shifting uncomfortably in the hard, wooden chair, she cursed him not for her desires, but for the painful choice she had to make where he was concerned.
At last, the lights came up amid a series of claps and whistles. Ethan strode off stage and headed in her direction. Breathe, damn it. Her entire body tensed, bracing for the feel of his fingers heated by the vibrations of the keys grazing her skin.
An amorous pang clamped her thighs shut and she pressed her lips tightly together lest the sound of unmistakable want emerge without her consent.
“Did you enjoy that?” he whispered.
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Vallory V ~ A Romance Author Blog: www.valloryv.wordpress.com
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