Monday, September 22, 2008

Tempered Dreams

Hey Friends!

Way back in March, I introduced you to the first book in my series, Tempered Hearts. A lot has happened since then. The last book in the series, Tempered Joy was released in July but today I’d like to tell you a little about book two, Tempered Dreams.

Scripture Reference: Job 33: 14-15; For God does speak, perhaps once, or even twice, though one perceive it not. In a dream, in a vision of the night, (when deep sleep falls upon men) as they slumber in their beds.

Hero: Dr. Scott Hensley has found contentment in his job as one of the leading physicians for the Louisiana Charity Health Care System. Reluctant to love again, he has built a wall around his heart since the death of his wife and parents. A brief encounter with a young woman and brick and mortar begin to crumble.

Heroine: Katrina Simmons has spent nearly ten years of her young life in an abusive marriage when an automobile accident causes her to lose the one thing she desires most; a baby. Coming from a long line of battered women, Katrina determines to be the one to break the pattern, but the pain and fear of loving doesn’t go away easily even after the divorce papers are signed.

Old fears & New love: Katrina struggles with her new-found faith in God (and in man) when her mother dies from a beating. Is Scott’s love and faith strong enough to help her heal from a lifetime of pain? Can dreams be renewed and faith strengthened? Can they find joy and peace in God’s love and in love for one another?

Series Tie-Ins: Fate declared them neighbors, scandal insisted they were brothers. Despite living nearly a state away, Scott’s life-long friendship with Craig Harris remains strong. The death of Katrina’s mother brings back painful memories and causes Scott and Craig to reevaluate whether or not they should search to find out the truth about their parentage.

Blurb: Tempered Dreams
© 2005
Publisher: ComStar Media
ISBN# 0-9769960-3-0
Dr. Scott Hensley (introduced in Tempered Hearts) has built a wall around his heart since the death of his wife and parents. Katrina Simmons is recovering from scars inflicted on her as a battered wife. Can dreams be renewed and faith strengthened? Can they find joy and peace in God’s love and in love for one another?

Excerpt: He grinned. "I'm not blaming you. Yeah," he contradicted. "I guess I am. It’s not my fault that you're so beautiful you take my breath away."

"Right," she snorted. "I'm so beautiful. My legs are too short, my breasts are too small, and my hips are too big. And you think I'm beautiful. You, doctor, need your head examined. Or your eyes."

Scott glared at her, irritated beyond belief at what he was hearing. "That low-life son-of-a-bitch really did a number on you, didn't he?"

Trina gasped, surprised and shocked at his anger. "I was just joking."

"Well, it's not funny. You're constantly putting yourself down, and I'm sick of it!" Lunging from the couch, he carried her into the bedroom and stood her in front of the full-length mirror. "Look at yourself," he insisted, urging her chin up with his hand, determined that she see herself as he saw her.

"Your skin is like silk, all peachy and soft." He brushed his knuckles down her cheek. "Your hair is like satin, thick and shiny, makes me think of..." he hesitated. How could he describe the rich gold shot with equal proportions of red? he wondered, running his fingers through it, pulling her head back against his chest and placing a kiss on it. "Makes me think of a fiery sunset."

"And those eyes," he groaned, forcing himself not to turn her around to face him, "are big and luminous and incredibly rich. Like two huge chocolate drops in a bowl of fresh peaches and cream. Those lips," he traced them with his thumb, "soft and full, beg to be kissed."

His fingers trailed down her throat and over her shoulders until he cupped her breasts in his hands. "Feel perfect to me," he breathed, giving them an intimate squeeze. Releasing the tempting flesh, he continued, running his hands over her torso to cup her waist. "Beautiful," he assured her, his voice thick and husky. "So tiny. I can almost clasp my hands together, you're so tiny."

His hands continued their torturous journey, cupping her hips. With a gentle tug, he pulled her firmly against his body. "Flared just right,” he hummed. “Baby-making hips. Watching you walk, with that subtle sway of yours drives me crazy," he confessed.

"And those legs," he rolled his eyes with a satisfied grunt. Turning her around, he picked her up, and wrapped them around his waist. "Not long, true. But incredibly slender and well toned. The sexiest pair of legs I've seen in a long time. And I see plenty of them in my profession," he admitted, stroking her thigh.

"You have an abundance of energy, and depths of untapped passion that shows in the way you carry yourself, the glow you radiate, and the way you laugh and cry, with all of your emotions. That in itself is a turn on, knowing that when you love, you'll love with all of your being; that you'll hold nothing back, you'll give yourself freely and completely. I know you haven't been loved like that before, and it's hard for you to trust that you ever will, or can. But I love you, Katrina. I love you like that," he whispered.
Tempered Dreams is available in Ebook and Print!

Until later take care, God Bless and remember….when you dream, dream big because all of heaven is dreaming with you!

Pamela S Thibodeaux
“Inspirational with an Edge!” ™

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