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Every Tuesday, here at Mocha Girls Read we feature a new book by a new to most of us author. The books are across different genres, mostly new releases and are by mostly independently published authors. This way we get to find out about new books and the authors are introduced to a new audience. Basically, it’s a win-win kinda situation. And the icing on the bookish cake is the giveaway at the end. I mean who doesn’t love a giveaway.
Dating by the Book by Mary Ann Marlowe
Is love just something you find in books?
Six months ago, writer and bookstore owner Maddie Hanson was left at the altar. Since then, she’s had zero interest in romance—despite the fact that she runs a book club full of sexy eligible bachelors. But when her latest novel is panned by an anonymous blogger who goes by the name Silver Fox—and who accuses her of knowing nothing about passion—she decides to prove her nemesis wrong by seeking a romance hero in real life . . .
There’s the smoldering rock musician, the bookish college professor, and her competitive childhood friend who may want to steal her bookstore more than her heart. Even Silver Fox is getting in on the action, sending Maddie alarmingly—and intoxicatingly—flirtatious emails. And that’s not all. Her ex wants her back.
Now Maddie is about to discover that like any good story, life has twists and turns, and love can happen when you least expect it—with the person you least expect.
Meet the Author
Some Kind of Magic is Mary Ann Marlowe’s first novel. When not writing, she works by day as a computer programmer/DBA. She spent ten years as a university-level French professor, and her resume includes stints as an au pair in Calais, a hotel intern in Paris, a German tutor, a college radio disc jockey, and a webmaster for several online musician fandoms, plus she has a second-degree black belt. She has lived in twelve states and three countries and loves to travel. She now lives in central Virginia where she is hard at work on her second novel. She loves to hear from readers and can be reached through her website.
“How’ve you been, Maddie?”
How had I been? Alone. Barely getting by. “Good. You?”
“Not too shabby.” His shirt rode up as he stretched and yawned. I forgot my manners and stared at his hip bone peeking out of his pants. I didn’t need to rely on my imagination to envision what lay behind all that fabric.
“Why are you really here, Dylan?”
His cocky grin slipped. “The label is pressuring me to write another hit song. They told me to take a break and come back when I had something to show them.”
“And Orion is the farthest place in the world from New York City?”
“Something like that.” He propped his elbow on the table and crinkled his eyes like we were alone in his parents’ shadow-dappled barn, not sitting in a sunlit café. “You should come over tonight. I could use some inspiration.”
I knew Dylan meant “inspiration” as a euphemism.
He cocked an eyebrow. “Come on. It would be like old times.”
He licked his lips and skimmed his eyes along mine. My imagination ran wild, and Dylan was ripping open my bodice as I dragged my hands through his raven black hair. But I wasn’t wearing a bodice, and there were a couple of teenagers peering through the front window.
I flushed. Was I really considering a one-night stand? I was pretty sure I needed more than a lay, and I doubted his interest in me extended beyond his bed, let alone Orion. It hadn’t when we’d parted ways before.
And he’d leave me obsessing over a ghost.
I sighed, an author bereft of words to express a rejection I wasn’t exactly sure about.
He remained an electrical arc away. Charisma was never Dylan’s problem.
“Think about it.” And as if the answer hadn’t mattered anyway, he shrugged and stood to leave. “I’ve got to head out.”
I watched him through the picture window as he mounted his motorcycle, and my thighs tingled with memory and longing for the bad boy. My dormant sexuality stirred and began to awaken.