Friday, November 7, 2014

Arouse by Nina Lane


Spiral of Bliss #1

I LOVED this book. Liv has finally made it to the university on her first day she meets a man, Dean. She is attracted to him. A feeling that she has never had before in her 24 years. A few days later, he happens into the coffee shop where she works. This is the beginning of their wonderful relationship. Everything is great they have been together for 5 years, married for three. But when she has a pregnancy scare, something in their relationship changes. Then Liv finds out something that Dean has been keeping from her. It breaks her heart. They have lost something....will they get it back?

From the author:
"One day I'm going to touch you in a thousand different ways 
and show you how to touch me," he said.
And he did.
Struggling with a tormented past, undergraduate Olivia Winter once led a practical but isolated life. Then she met Professor Dean West, a brilliant scholar of medieval history who melted Liv's inhibitions and taught her the meaning of both love and pleasure. But after three years of a blissful, lusty marriage, Liv and Dean now face a crisis that threatens everything they believe about each other. And when dark secrets and temptations rise to the surface, the fallout might break them apart forever.

Excerpt:
The promise of autumn is in the air. Breezes sweep from the surface of the lake, trees rustle, and ducks waddle along the beaches. The tourists are leaving town, and university students bustle around with their backpacks and laptops. Dean is mired in planning fall semester classes, advising, department meetings, committees. We talk, but not about anything important. Not about us.
   I’ve agreed to work three days a week at The Happy Booker, and I volunteer for a few hours at the public library and the Mirror Lake Historical Museum. After an afternoon spent organizing an exhibition on colonial currency, I stop at a coffeehouse for a mocha. The scent of roasting coffee beans makes me think of my first few months with Dean.
   I was twenty-four years old and had been accepted to the University of Wisconsin-Madison as a transfer student. I’d spent the previous three years in rural Wisconsin, working at a clothing store and taking night courses at a community college to earn transfer credits.
   When my application was accepted at the UW, I’d packed up everything I owned and moved to Madison to start what I hoped would be a new life. The day I registered for classes, a woman at the registrar’s office gave me a hard time about the transferability of my community college work.
   I was upset, trying not to cry while pleading with Mrs. Russell to work out a solution.
   “There must be something we can do,” I said.
   “Miss Winter, the courses you took won’t cover the requirements,” she informed me.
   “But I wouldn’t have taken them otherwise. If I can’t get them to transfer, it puts me behind an entire semester.”
   “Look.” Mrs. Russell swept the papers into a stack and pushed them toward me. “It’s all in the catalog, if you have questions. We can’t retroactively allow the credits to transfer.”
   “I’m not asking you to do it retroactively!” I said. “This is my first semester here, and I’m trying to get my courses in order. If I have to take another foreign language translation class, then I’m already behind. And those classes are full already anyway.”
   “The courses you took aren’t equivalent to the requirements for your academic program.” Mrs. Russell glanced pointedly at the line of students behind me. “I’m afraid I can’t help you.”
   I blinked back tears, refusing to budge. “Why would they have told me the credits would transfer if they’re not equivalent?”
   Then a tall, handsome man approached from another section of the office, his dark eyes fixed on me, his deep voice rolling over my skin like a wave of heat on a cold winter night.
   “Can I help with this?” he asked.
   My breath stopped in my throat. The sight of him jolted something loose inside me, and for an instant I could only stare at him, struck by the sharp, masculine planes of his face, the steadiness of his expression, his aura of complete control and self-possession.
   He was wearing black trousers and a navy blue shirt open at the collar to reveal a V of taut, tanned skin. His hair shone under the fluorescent lights, and I was seized by a sudden urge to tunnel my fingers through the strands to see if they felt as thick and soft as they looked.

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Kindle Edition394 pages
Published January 24th 2014 by Snow Queen Publishing (first published December 24th 2012)

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