Fading Rose

ISBN Digital: 978-1-62830-037-6
Page Count: 111
Word Count: 24591
Rating: Spicy(PG13)

Tales of the Scrimshaw Doll

Aubrey Rae is happy on her own, running an antique toy store in Lawton, Oklahoma, until her world is upended. Jim Tanner walks into her store and she falls in love for the first time. How can she tell the man she loves the truth, that she has only months to live?
Following the death of his mother, Jim Tanner returns to Oklahoma to help his father. A chance encounter with a cursed scrimshaw doll brings him to an antique store where he meets Aubrey Rae and falls for her, hard. He knows she feels something for him too, but she's hiding something from him. He won't give up until he unlocks her secret, and her heart.  
Aubrey Rae and Jim must battle illness, a jealous ex-lover, an obnoxious parrot, and an ancient gypsy curse if they are to have a life together.

Rating: Spicy
Page Count: 111
Word Count: 24591
978-1-62830-037-6 Digital


Tears threatened to choke her. “I thought so, too.”

Were heading. Past tense.

“I know it wasn’t fair to you, but I just wanted to forget, for a little while, about all of this hanging over my head.”

Jim ran a hand through his short hair. “I’m not sure how to process all of this.” His hand moved to the back of his neck and he began to rub it.

“You look ready to drop,” he said. “I think you should take Tess up on her offer to watch the store while you take a nap.”

His hands rested on her shoulders. She nodded, wishing she were sexy and flirty and could tease him into staying.

His lips twitched. “Of course, you just got out of the hospital. Probably wouldn’t be a good idea to leave you alone so soon.”

Her heart gave an extra little thump. Was he offering to stay with her? He made it clear enough Sunday night that he wanted to make love to her.

He kissed her cheek, the corner of her mouth.

She couldn’t go to bed with a man she barely knew. Could she?

Of course not, she scolded herself. Still, the idea was tempting.

“I could stay with you,” he said.

Yes! No! She continued to stare up at him.

His next kiss found her lips. They parted for him. His tongue traced her teeth, then played with her tongue. She nearly moaned aloud. It had been so long since someone had kissed her. He tasted of spearmint gum and cherries, an odd, but heady combination.

“Stay with me,” she whispered, when they came up for air. “I mean—”

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