Wings ePress  March 2003

ISBN 1-59088-824-3 Trade Paperback

ISBN 1-59088-156-7 e-book

"This was definitely an on-the-edge-of-your-seat read. Throw in a couple of unscrupulous characters and you have one tempting read."    Rendezvous

"The action in YESTERDAY'S PROMISE takes off immediately and doesn't stop. Fans of this type of story should surely give it a look-see."    Romantic Times Bookclub

Here's a sneak peek :

“Hello, querida.”

Christine was rooted to the spot in shock. He was there. The man from her dreams was actually there! She pinched herself to make sure she was not asleep.

“Ouch! Okay, I’m awake.”

But still, she couldn’t believe her eyes. He was her dream man. It was always the same. He would be lying on the bed, as if waiting for her, and when she entered the room he would stand up, walk over to her and lightly touch her face. Then he would look hungrily into her eyes and always say the same thing.

Come to me, querida. I need you.

After that, her dream had always ended.

The man sprawled across her bed looked almost too good to be real, even better than in her nightly reveries. He lay on his right side with his head supported by a pillow and his elbow. He wore his hair loose, and it hung in shining black waves, down to his tan shoulders. He wore no shirt; only snug black pants that fit him like a second skin, and were tucked into boots that reached mid calf. He studied her intently with golden eyes surrounded by thick dark eyelashes. His mouth was tilted up at one corner, as if amused by her reaction to the sight of him.

 Christine noticed his eyes begin a perusal of their own. They traveled from her hair, to her face, to her mouth. His intense gaze lingered on her lips and she couldn’t stop herself from wetting them with her tongue. As she did so, his eyes narrowed, his nostrils flared, and his jaw clenched. He rose quickly from the bed and stalked towards her.

Christine began to back away until she bumped into the wall behind her. She hadn’t realized how powerfully built he was, until he stood up. He had broad shoulders, a strong chest that rippled with muscles as he moved, a narrow waist, and long legs that rapidly ate up the distance between them. He stopped mere inches from her and placed the palm of his hands against the wall on either side of her head, barring her escape. He didn’t actually touch her, yet his commanding presence made her feel completely enveloped by him.  Although she was 5’7, the top of her head barely reached his chin, and she was forced to look up to meet his stare. The desire she saw smoldering in his eyes left her stunned and breathless.

“I need you Christina,” he said in a hoarse voice. 

Before she could respond there was a knock at her door.

“Excuse me, Ms. Hart, I have your bags,” a man’s voice called from the hallway.

She glanced towards the sound for only a moment, but when she looked back, the man from her dreams was gone.

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