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The first manuscript I wrote remains one of my most popular books. I don’t know why–Walk Like a Man is a really simple boy-meets-girl tale. You decide if it’s worthy of its enduring popularity.
Here’s the blurb:
Macho quarterback Jim Wellman meets his match in bright and sassy physical therapist Marti Solis, who goads him out of his wheelchair, pushing him to walk again. Unlike every other woman Jim has wanted, she refuses to jump into the sack with the celebrity athlete. Though attracted to his bedroom smile and rugged good looks, she’s intimidated by his fame and turned off by his arrogance.
Can Jim become the lover Marti needs? Can he learn to walk like a man?
Set in California’s beautiful Napa Valley, this multicultural romance delivers humor and pathos, sparkling dialogue, layered characters, a heroine to root for and a hero who’s pure fantasy.
Here are the cover and the smooch 
Jim smiled back, taking her in. The white lace blouse Marti wore concealed her slender body while it outlined her curves. A strapless bustier peeked through the lacework. His curiosity teased. He didn’t know if Marti liked sexy lingerie. He sure hoped so, and wanted to find out right away.
Offering her his arm, he walked her down the hall to his suite. He closed the door of his room behind them and took her into his arms, stroking her back. One hand freed pearl buttons from tiny loops. He opened the shirt while softly kissing her lips, and ran his fingers over the pale amber swells of her breasts where they thrust from the bustier.
She murmured against his mouth, “I’m scared.”
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“Scared of what?” he asked, still caressing her breasts. He lifted one out of the bustier and rubbed his thumb over the tender nipple. It puckered instantly. He bent his head to nibble at the enticing nub.
“Someone may come in,” she said weakly.
“Door’s locked. You’ll keep your job today, sweetheart.”
“But—”
He stopped her protest with a kiss, then loosened his hold. “Marti, I’m not into forcing you. Whenever you feel uncomfortable, just tell me to stop.” He stroked her cheek. “I promise you won’t be sorry.”
She hesitated.
“Make a choice, now.” He knew she didn’t want to tell him ‘no.’
She gulped. “I’ll stay. For a while, at least.”
Jim tried not to let his surge of masculine triumph show on his face. “That’s all I ask.” He walked her over to his big bed and lowered her onto it, gazing down at her.
She had never looked so exciting. The high-collared blouse contrasted with her flagrantly exposed breast. She was mind-numbingly sexy. His Halloween costume–a pirate outfit–made him feel like an outlaw ravishing a prim and proper Victorian virgin.
Erect and flushed, her nipple glistened where he had licked it. Her hair partially escaped from the old-fashioned style, framing her face with soft wisps that begged for his touch.
Jim joined her on the bed so they lay side by side. He captured her in his arms and kissed her mouth thoroughly, voluptuously. He groped at her side to find a row of buttons securing the high, tight waist of her skirt, and unfastened them as she stroked his chest through the pirate’s shirt. Arousal sparked through his body like electric shocks with every caress of her knowing hands.
He again took her breast with his mouth, sucking the nipple before gently nipping it with his teeth. It rose, hot and hard on his tongue, and he tugged on the sexy little point. She was tasty as hell and he wanted to eat her right up.
Sue Swift/Suz deMello is the author of sixteen novels plus a number of short stories and articles about writing. Her current release, Temptation in Tartan, is an ARE bestseller.
