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Lie with Me
Cara Summers
CARA SUMMERS’S Lie with Me is her thirtieth story. Cara’s books have won several awards, including two Golden Leaf Awards, the Award of Excellence and a Golden Quill. Cara loves writing for the Blaze® line because it allows her to tell such a variety of stories – from Extremes and Gothic romances to an exciting adventure on the magical Greek island of Corfu. When Cara isn’t involved with her characters, she teaches in the Writing Programme at Syracuse University. For more information about her, visit her website – www. carasummers.com.
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To Janet Ridgeway, my fellow instructor in
the Writing Programme at Syracuse University and a
true pet psychic. Thanks, Janet, for patiently putting up
with and answering all my questions. you’re the best!
Table of Contents
Prologue
SECOND THOUGHTS ambushed me, stopping me short just as I reached the door to Roman Oliver’s hospital room.
It was a hell of a time to be having them, but the momentum that had fueled me to race to Saint Jude’s Trauma Center at the crack of dawn was threatening to drain away with the speed of air leaving a pricked balloon.
I needed that momentum if I was going to convince Roman to make love with me.
Get a grip, Philly. You’ve made your decision, and once you do that, you never backslide.
That was certainly true when it came to business. Since I’d graduated from college last year I’d already implemented steps in my plan to open my pet psychic business. In addition to working part-time as a hostess in my family’s restaurant, I also assisted a vet at a local animal hospital, and I’d created my own Web site. But my plan with regard to Roman Oliver was not only more immediate, it was dependent on whether or not he agreed to it.
Stop dithering. Angelis women know what they want and how to get it. And you want Roman Oliver.
Through the narrow pane of glass in the door, I could see him sitting in the chair next to his bed gazing out the window. Just looking at Roman was enough to make every molecule in my body yearn.
Why did I want him? Let me count the ways. The man was incredibly attractive—if you went for a lean, rawboned face, tousled dark hair, a full, firm mouth and the kind of hard-muscled body that ancient sculptors had captured over and over again in bronze and marble.
And it wasn’t just his looks that attracted me. There was a quiet sense of determination and purpose about him that pulled at me, too.
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