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  Black hair, blue eyes, and just the right amount of stubble on his face are the appetizer. His perfect teeth, rugged jaw and his lips, oh those lips, are the main course. He’s wearing a wool coat and jeans so who knows what dessert is, but it would be delicious. I know it would be so delicious.

  “I’m serious,” he says. “If you get in line now, the store is going to close before you’ll get that book signed for your boss.”

  I roll my eyes. “I don’t get the appeal. I have no idea why Gabriel likes it so much. He told me to read it so I read the first chapter and…” I point my thumb towards the floor.

  “Thumbs down?” He cocks a dark winged brow. “You didn’t like it?”

  “It’s too wordy. I was too bored to finish it.”

  He stares at the book before he speaks again. “I take it Gabriel is your boss? You’re getting it signed for him?”

  I nod sharply.

  “Give it to me. I’d like to show you something.”

  It’s not my book and since we’re moving at breakneck speed inside a subway car, it’s not as though he can grab it and run. I slide it from my lap to his.

  “What’s your name?” he asks as his hand dives into a leather bag sitting on the floor at his feet.

  I watch his every movement. “Sophia. My name is Sophia. What’s your name?”

  He pulls a silver pen from out of the bag and before I can protest, he opens the cover of the book and starts writing.

  Well, shit. I bet it’s his number. I’m not going to stop him. I’ll just buy another book for Mr. Foster and keep this one for me.

  He closes the cover of the book, slides the pen back into his bag and turns to look at me. “My name is Nicholas. Nicholas Wolf.”

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  Deborah Bladon has never read a romance hero she didn't like. Her love for romance novels began when she was old enough to board the bus, library card in hand to check out the newest Harlequin paperbacks. She's a Canadian by heart, and by passport, but you can often spot her in New York City sipping a latte and looking for inspiration for her next story. Manhattan is definitely her second home.

  She cherishes her family and believes that each day is a gift for writing, for reading, and for loving.