This couldn’t be happening to her. A fall on the track where she runs every day, a chance meeting with the most handsome stranger she’s ever seen, and Franchesca LaCasse, an accomplished biochemist, usually able to handle any situation, finds herself hungering for the stranger’s touch as he gently caresses her face to determine the extent of her injury. With each touch of his hand, he draws her like a moth to flame.
“Look at you,” he whispered, his accent thick and gravelly, the thickest she’d ever heard it.
Damon Dumont comes to an abrupt stop to avoid running over the woman lying in his path on the track; he can’t just walk away. She is not moving. He turns her over to check for a pulse and is not prepared for the unusual beauty of the woman. Everything about her fascinates him, her gorgeous eyes, and the pièce de résistance, her beautiful head of hair—flaming red, his weakness. He calls for the paramedics, and when they arrive decides to accompany her to the hospital. In this moment of near crisis, a spark has been struck and neither can escape the sensual fire that threatens to consume them as they surrender to passion’s embrace.
Rhapsody in Paris
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Her face heated up as she became aware of her predicament. She was lying on the ground, with a complete stranger leaning over her. For all she knew, her body might be exposed to his viewing pleasure, and like a brainless ninny, she was thinking of what she wanted to be doing with him.
She had to get off the ground, but every time she tried to move, she couldn’t hold back the whimpers that came with just trying to move. She believed she had indeed broken something.
As if sensing her discomfort, the stranger removed his T-shirt and bunched it up and placed it beneath her head.
God, that felt better, but the body exposed to her view worked like Novocain on her senses. She no longer felt any pain. What she was feeling instead was the throbbing now concentrated between her thighs.
What a body. His body matched his sinfully delicious features. Everywhere she cast her gaze were muscles, lean, tight muscles. She couldn’t help following the rows of six-packs that were his stomach, down to the line of fuzzy hair that disappeared into the top of his shorts. She couldn’t look any further. She had to close her eyes.
“Is it more painful with your head elevated, chérie?”
She couldn’t answer. Only a whimper came out. Where the hell were the paramedics? She was going to embarrass herself by grabbing his hand and directing it to the source of her discomfort.
Ju Ephraime began writing professionally at age 19; at that time, she wrote short stories for the local radio station in her home town. She gave up writing to pursue her education and has since earned several degrees, including two Masters and a Doctorate in Higher Education Administration from Northeastern University in Boston. During the course of her schooling, she wrote and published a working curriculum for a career school, a business manual and its answer key, as well as other literary work. In 2010 she revisited her first love, writing for fun and enjoyment. She writes high heat, steamy, romance novels. The first was, State of Ecstasy in the LaCasse series, which was soon followed by, Temptation to Sin, Loving Therèse, #2 in the LaCasse series. Ju has gone on to write several more books, including, The Odor of Violet, on tour this month, Complete Surrender, #3 in the LaCasse series; as well as, a Christmas Novella, Footsteps in the Sand and her award winning paranormal, White Magic Woman, Quarterfinalist in Amazon Breakthrough Novel Contest, 2013, out of over 10,000 entrants.
Ju lives in Connecticut, where she is very active in her community. She is the administrator of a business school and the president of a non-profit organization that dresses individuals for job interviews.