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Roxanne is a U.S. Army veteran who has a bachelor's degree in Psychology and English. She loves to read poetry, classical literature, and Stephen King. Also, she is an avid Star Wars fan, musical theater nut, and marine biology geek. Roxanne resides in the western U.S., and when she's not writing, she enjoys spending time with her husband and children. Roxanne loves to hear from her readers, and encourages you to contact her via her website and social media.
About WHEN YOU CLOSE YOUR EYES
He’s stepping out of her hot fantasies and into her life.
Dreams are the perfect shelter for
fantasies, safe havens to step inside without changing our daily lives. For
Lark Braithwaite, all that is about to change. During the last six months, Lark
has dreamt of a mysterious Irish lover who knows what she wants and gives her
exactly what she needs. In her waking life in busy London, things aren't as
ideal as her long-term relationship with her controlling fiancé Charles has hit
a dry spell.
When Lark is called home to Oregon
for her father's funeral, she comes face to face with the demons from her past,
but she never expects to meet her dream lover in the flesh. Niall O'Hagan steps
straight out of her fantasies and into her life, and the powerful connection
they share rocks her foundation. Although she's dealing with the bitterness of
her fiancé's betrayal and his jealousy, Niall soon stirs Lark's awareness of
her superficial existence and reawakens her sexuality....and her soul.
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An Excerpt
Her fantasy lover
is real…
“Why are you
wearing a suit and tie this time?” She squinted against the sunlight. Please,
God, let this be a dream. He moved his head and put her in shade.
“This time?” He
lifted an eyebrow, perplexed. “You’ll have to forgive me, lass, but I’ve no
idea what the devil you’re talking about.” He maneuvered himself off her and
sat upright at the end of the swing.
She tucked her
feet against her, sat up, and blinked at him in utter disbelief.
“I came to knock
on the door when I saw you on the swing. You tossed and turned, and with the
way you grunted, I assumed you were in the middle of some sort of a seizure.”
He turned his head
and licked his lips, full and abused by her kisses. A mushroom cloud of
mortification bloomed inside her, steadily bigger by the minute.
“Erm, you…begged
me to kiss you, and then you yanked me down. One thing led to another and,
well, that was pretty much the way of it. I am only human, though I know it’s
no excuse.” He swallowed and stared at her, his Adam’s apple moving in his
throat. “I apologize. I shouldn’t have gone down when you pulled me, but it was
strange—like you knew me or something.”
Lark leaned
forward and rubbed her eyes. This couldn’t be real. He had to be a
hallucination. When she opened her eyes, she’d see a man in his fifties with a
receding hairline, glasses, and a beer gut. She reopened her eyes, and there he
was: The full package.
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