![]() ![]() And despite her heart’s tendency to double-time it whenever he turned those melting chocolate eyes of his in her direction, she felt safer around him than she did around anyone.Įven the hurtful stuff that lived inside her.Īnd what had she done with this paragon of male perfection, you ask? Well, she’d slept with him. The man her mind landed on when she was looking for a little peace. He was also steady and considerate and capable. You see, he was so much more than his movie star face and Olympian’s body. It was cliché, but she truly did believe that it was what was on the inside that counted. Tamburro, her medieval history professor who had a severely disfiguring form of Muenke syndrome, was the nicest, gentlest, most generous person she’d ever met. The most beautiful woman she’d ever known, her mother, was as vain and as selfish and as mean as they came. In two words, holy crap! And in three words? Homina, homina, homina. Like Michelangelo’s David, he was a study in sturdy bones, tough sinew, and meticulously defined muscle. They reminded Mia of that wolf in the old cartoons when his tongue unfurled across the table at the same time his eyes bulged from his head. When that happened, their double takes turned into jaw drops. You know, when she spent twenty minutes on her makeup and twice that long on her hair.īut Romeo? He had a face like a two-week paid vacation, a profile so beautiful that every woman from seven to seventy did a double take whenever he walked by.Īnd that’s before they let their eyes travel down his body. She was capable of being seen in public without causing people to turn away in horror. Not that she thought she should go around with a paper bag over her head or anything. When it came to looks? To borrow one of her grandmother’s favorite phrases… my stars and garters! In the case of Spiro “Romeo” Delgado and Mia Ennis, Romeo was the stars and Mia was the garters. People were people, with arms and legs and bodies and faces, and that’s where their similarities ended. So, sure, on paper they made a pretty good match. And they’d both traveled the world-him on harrowing military missions and her on various hunts for sunken history. They’d both had less-than-ideal childhoods. They both liked novels filled with angsty vampires, mischievous ghosts, and humorless werewolves. Oh, she and Romeo might be well-matched in some areas. Like choking down Uncle John’s tuna casserole compared to dining on one of Bran’s homemade calzones. Like finding a penny on the beach compared to hauling up treasures of the deep. Spiro “Romeo” Delgado was so far out of her league it was like digging in the dirt with a stick as a kid compared to using advanced technologies to carbon date ancient bones. It was the good-way-to-get-her-pride-stomped-on-like-a-cigarette-butt kind of habit. Not the getting-eight-hours-of-sleep or including-a-retinol-into-her-skincare-routine kind of habit. That was the first thought that ran through Mia’s head when she was jolted awake by the feel of a hot, hard body stretched out beside her. Today we are celebrating the release of SHOT ACROSS THE BOW by Julie Ann Walker. ![]()
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