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A beautiful contemporary romance by Romance Writers of America® RITA Finalist and Golden Heart Award winner Talia Surova:
JAZZ, PAINTING, AND A DREAM OF LOVE
Bike messenger/struggling artist Raven Porter and pickle purveyor Finn McKenna have instant chemistry when they meet during a routine delivery, so when Finn discovers her crashing in his empty warehouse later that night, he doesn't throw her out. Instead, he serenades her with his jazz saxophone.
Raven and Finn fit together. Two creative souls, their passions hidden behind sturdy defenses. If they can only let each other in...
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Finn closed the office door behind him and started downstairs--but paused, catching movement out of the corner of his eye.
Someone was in the warehouse room.
He swung the door open all the way.
And stopped, dumbfounded.
A woman swayed in a swath of sunlight, arms outstretched, dancing to music only she could hear. Dark hair swirled with her graceful movements. A T-shirt clung to her curves. Her jeans had holes in both knees and paint stains down the thighs. She was beautiful in an entirely unexpected way--off-kilter and quirky, with dark slashes for eyebrows and a wide, generous mouth, tipped up in a blissful inward smile.
She danced in his loft space like she owned the place.
He stepped into the room, compelled. Wanting and not wanting to break the spell.
She turned, twirling on her toe as if her shoe were a ballet slipper and not a mud-stained work boot. He could tell the moment she saw him. She toppled off her toes and stood flat-footed. "You're Finn McKenna, I'm guessing?"
"And you're... ?"
"Raven. I was looking for you. I got distracted." She picked up a box, proffering it.
Right. She must be the courier. The thought was disconcerting, as if she shouldn't have such a prosaic role in life. He took the box. "Where do I sign?"
She handed him her electronic pad, then, as an afterthought, the pen that went with it. As he reached to take it, she flushed. Their fingers grazed--an electric spark like a jolt of attraction--and the pen fell to the floor.
They reached for it at the same time, then both pulled back in a comedy of errors. She grinned at him with a hint of wickedness in the curve of her mouth and the tilt of her slightly pointed chin, and he felt himself smiling back, almost unwillingly. Mental note: bike couriers can be sexy as hell.
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