The
Lady Mentor
When beautiful Joanna Huntington left the law firm of
Petersberg, Ryan and Cole, she never dreamed the storm would force her into the
path of the car driven by Vaughn Gordon, the man whom she thought she would
never see again. Coming face –to- face with Vaughn at the hospital brought back
memories of their first encounter when she‘d lived in Chester. How she’d boldly
asked Vaughn to kiss her after she’d sensed the attraction between them was
mutual. His touch made her forget any cautious teachings she’d heard and his kisses
had sent so much heat flowing through her that every cell in her body clamored
for his full possession. But now she wanted to hide.
Vaughn had everything he wanted, except the woman of
his dreams. Joanna had been marked off limits, not because she was biracial and
he was white but because that was demanded of him. He agreed to back off…for a
time. But then she disappeared. Now here she was lying before him possibly
hurt.
Fate would not
be so cruel to take her from him again just when he found her.
Excerpt:
“At last,” said Vaughn’s deep voice.
Joanna was so shocked she flopped down into the
nearest chair.
“Are you there, Joanna?”
She cleared her throat. “Yes, I’m here. What can I do
for you?” she asked, politely while her heart raced away like an unstoppable
train.
“I take it you have fully recovered from the
accident?”
“Yes. And it’s not necessary for you to continue to
call.”
“It’s not necessary?”
“No. As a matter of fact, I wish you wouldn’t. I think
you should forget you ran into me. Forget you saw me.”
“But I can’t do that,” came the husky reply. “We’ve
been over this already, Joanna. Please have dinner with me this evening.”
“Now, why would I do that when I just told you−−−?”
“Joanna, I’m picking you up this evening. I’m not
playing the waiting game anymore. If you’re not ready when I get there, it will
be my pleasure to personally dress you.”
Arrogant bastard! “Why don’t you go harass someone
else? I’m sure that banker’s daughter wouldn’t mind. Both of you look like a
nice little couple in the papers.”
“I don’t mess around with married women, which she is
now. At the time, I was asked to escort her to the function. Besides, I want to
be with you, no one else.”
Well, he’d told her he would not waste time, and
apparently he’d meant it. He was moving forward with the relationship.
Truthfully, she wanted to see him again. They had a lot of unfinished business.
Some she couldn’t make go away. Having dinner with him should give her some
answers.
“Joanna, is eight okay?”
“Yes, that will be fine. Where are we going?”
“Downtown Newark, to the Neck, to one of the Spanish
restaurants. You liked Spanish food, as I recall.”
“You remembered,” she stated quietly, blown away that
he would remember such a small thing about her after all this time.
“There’s very little I don’t remember about you,
Joanna. Give my regard to your lovely mother, and I’ll see you at eight.”
She replaced the phone in its cradle thoughtfully, a
deep frown creasing her brows. There was no going back now. Truth be told, she
was excited and was actually looking forward to being with him. There was no
denying the fact that nobody else made her heart race with such speed or sing
with such joy. The time spent away from him made her body even more responsive
to him. She craved his touch and felt so alive when she was with him. She
didn’t want to look too deeply into why. She only knew that from the first day
they’d met, something special, magical was between them. Apparently that had
not changed.
As Katherine entered the apartment, she sensed a
change, and she looked at Joanna seated on the chair. “Is everything all right,
Joanna?” she asked anxiously.
“Yes. I’m going to dinner with Vaughn tonight.”
“Are you sure this is what you want to do?”
Joanna understood this was no ordinary question.
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About
G.E. Taylor
I became hooked on reading romance novels during my
teen years and my attempt at writing began in high school. All of my
manuscripts were mailed under my bed. Eventually, I threw out most of them.
That was painful especially since I’d hand written them first, then typed them
on my old typewriter.
In college I majored in English but ended up with a
Master in Social Work and a Master in Education.
Though I had these different career paths, I never
gave up my passion for writing. Now I’m much more committed to it and writing
full time. I’ve drawn on my years of practicing social work to give my work
authenticity and realism.
I live in New Jersey with my family.
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