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Today we're talking about Rhythm of My Heart, book one in the Irish Pride Series which was relaunched yesterday, and continues through the week with other books in the series being published:
9 April - A Piece of My Heart and 11 April - Shape of My Heart
All Kindle versions of this series are just 99c through April!
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From Rhythm of My Heart, Eilis Kennedy is a woman all to familiar with her curvy figure --
She stepped away from the mirror, her reflection disappearing in the mist, and went into the bedroom. Her clothes were already laid out—a stylish Brown Thomas two-piece navy suit. The white blouse had dainty pearl buttons at the front closure. Blue pumps completed the professional appearance she strived to perpetuate.
Eilis dropped the towel to the floor then bent to retrieve the conservative panties and bra lying beside the suit. She put them on then cast a quick glance at her reflection in the full length mirror across the room. She sighed and looked away. Nothing had been invented yet to disguise her full figure. The tummy-control panties with the stiff fabric and unforgiving elastic controlled nothing, and the bra reminded her of something her late Aunt Assumpta would have worn.
Eilis sighed, acquiescing. She had more rolls than Bewley’s bakery counter.
What did she care? No one would see her undergarments anyway. Business would always come first for a woman like her. If she wanted to make it in this industry she’d have to put her personal desires aside. Even though what she wanted most at this very moment was a comfortable bra.
But Kieran has other ideas about Eilis' looks --
“Are you ready to talk to me yet or did Murph really scare you that much?” he asked, curious. He was pleasantly surprised when she turned toward him, her emerald eyes not really meeting his.
She took a deep breath. “He . . . didn’t scare me,” she said, straightening. “You just startled me coming up behind me like that. I wasn’t expecting it.”
There it is, he thought, as her eyes finally locked with his. She’s shy. He smiled appreciatively. She was a knockout, but this shyness was something he didn’t expect from a woman who looked so professional. One minute she looked like she could rake Murph up one side and back down the other again with her nails. Then the next she was as shy as a virgin.
Looks can be deceiving, he reminded himself.
“Didn’t he?” he pressed. She shook her head. “Well, maybe it was me then. I’m sorry. So,” he started, getting up from the sofa arm. His sudden motion spooked her. He heard her breath catch and her shoulders squared defiantly.
Lord, she’s beautiful.
“Sorry. I was just going to tidy a place for you to sit. I won’t bite. Promise.” He grinned, then added, “Unless you want me to.” He was rewarded by that beautiful flush of her cheeks again.
He moved a stack of newspapers off the sofa and motioned for her to sit, then positioned himself on a beer keg across the room to give her space. He waited until she was perched on the edge of the sofa. Her legs were practically curled under her, as if ready to spring up if he moved toward her. He sucked in his breath at the length and shape of them and felt his groin pulse to life.
She wasn’t the average meal-deprived woman with the gaunt cheeks and jutting hipbones that were the rage these days. She had a beautiful full figure he couldn’t take his eyes off. She had an hourglass shape, beginning with pleasing full breasts and tapering down to a narrow waist that flared out to sensuous hips. He wondered what it would be like to feel her long, curvaceous legs wrapped around him. She was tall too. It was a rare treat finding a woman he could look in the eye. Especially one as beautiful and enticing as this one.
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Just goes to prove that we shouldn't be too critical about how curvy we are, or aren't, someone else will always feel differently. Take pride in your full figure!
