Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Good Enough for You by Robie Madison

Good Enough For You By Robie Madison

Publisher: Ellora's Cave
ISBN: 9781419918865

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Book 1 in the Heartbreak Anonymous series.

Brent arrives on Daisy’s doorstep with a lot of regret and a little hope. It’s been three years since they’ve spoken and Brent is haunted by the hell he’s endured since then—not least of all the circumstances that tore them apart. As he prepares to ring her bell, he lets his memory linger on happier times—on the spontaneous, intense passion they experienced behind the closed door he’s hoping will open.

The moment she sees Brent at her door, Daisy knows her “back to normal” life is about to change. As the memories start flooding back, Daisy’s attempts to block them prove futile. But while she remembers the pain and anger, Daisy has other memories of Brent—like his strong hands and the way they touched her. She might not have forgiven him yet, but she’s reluctant to forget him.

Now that the door is open, it’s up to Brent to make it right between them. It’s up to Daisy to decide if he can.


Copyright © ROBIE MADISON, 2008
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

She sneaked another peek in his direction while he was eating. He had the wide shoulders of a quarterback. Wearing a suit the exact brown of his eyes with a patterned tie, he looked as though he’d stepped out of the pages of a magazine ad. The glimpse she had beneath the jacket at his cream colored shirt suggested he had a very lean torso. Idly, she wondered if his chest had a smattering of dark hair that arrowed straight down to his groin.

“I at least had the decency to let you keep your clothes on the other night.”

“What?” Startled, she looked up. His eyes were bracketed by tiny lines of amusement, but there was an undercurrent of tension behind his smile.

“Let me put it this way. If it weren’t for this tablecloth, those eyes of yours would have had me stripped bare-assed naked by now.”

Her fork clattered onto the plate and her hands flew to her face. “I wasn’t…” she started to say as a blush flushed her face. Then she laughed. “I was, wasn’t I?” She sounded amazed at her own audacity.

“Yes.” He flashed her a smile so heated she was surprised he didn’t singe the tablecloth. “I’m glad you like what you see.”

Unable to hold his stare, she picked up her fork and resumed shoving pieces of lettuce around her plate. “Are you fishing for a compliment, Mr. Chadwick? Because I have to tell you, you don’t look like any computer geek I’ve ever seen.”

“You checked me out?”

“Of course. You found me.”

He nodded, as if he hadn’t expected anything less. “I asked around last night. You didn’t look like the artsy type then.” His eyes appraised her, again. “You still don’t. And the name’s Brent.”

“Artsy type, huh?” She flashed him a teasing smile... “Are artsy types compatible with computer geeks?” If their kiss was anything to go by, the answer was a no-brainer.

Instead of smiling back, he set his knife and fork down on the plate. “Don’t know. Sometimes I get so caught up tinkering with this and that, I lose track of the time. Forget where I’m supposed to be.”

Despite his seemingly casual tone of voice, Daisy sensed he was trying to tell her something important.

“I know what you mean,” she said, absently flaking the meat off her salmon fillet. “When I paint, I become absorbed in my canvas to the distraction of the rest of the world.” She glanced at him to make certain he understood they shared a common approach to their work. “And you made it to dinner on time, Brent.”

This time he did grin, rather sheepishly. “Yes, well, my mind was on other things today. Besides, I wanted to be sure.”

“About what?”


“I see,” she said, finally understanding what they were both still doing at the restaurant, despite the sizzling attraction between them, when neither of them seemed particularly interested in eating dinner. Like her, he didn’t want to burn out the flames that flared between them in a one-night stand. When he’d told her he wanted to see where their relationship could lead, he’d been talking long-term.

Across from her, Brent shoved his plate aside. With a nod in her direction, he said, “I take it you’re finished with your food too and aren’t interested in dessert.”

There was no point in denying the first part of his statement since all she’d been doing for the past few minutes was creating an artistic design of green leaves and pink slivers of salmon on her plate. However, before they left the restaurant, she decided it was past time to teach him a lesson about issuing commands and making decisions on her behalf. Artsy types were sensitive about such things. He looked hopeful when she pushed her plate out of the way and lifted her linen napkin off her lap.

“Oh, I don’t know,” she said. “I rather fancy a dessert.”

Brent frowned, his eyes tracking her movements as she lifted the napkin higher and swung it out over the edge of the table.

“The only thing you have to remember to do is to keep your hands on the table.”

Without offering any further explanation, she let the napkin drop onto the floor. Then, before she lost her nerve, she slid off her chair and under the table.

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