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Blurb
about Shimmy for Me:
Juggling two jobs to keep her belly dance studio afloat keeps Abby
Anderson’s mind off her shattered love life—until a reawakened pain sends her
into the arms of an anonymous stranger she plucks from the audience of her
tribal belly dance show. No names, no strings, no romance. She tells herself
it’s a harmless hookup.
Until he turns up at her day job . . .
Derek Collier, the sexy heir to the Collier media dynasty, just
landed everything he’s always wanted: the publisher’s seat at the Orange County
Herald. Except his first order of business is to sell the newspaper. Reeling
from his family’s betrayal, his only comfort is the memory of that mysterious
belly dancer and the perfect night they spent together.
He won’t rest until he finds her again.
She’ll lose everything if he does.
Excerpt from Shimmy for Me:
By the time Abby took her place on
the small stage, the lights were low, and a slow, snaky melody had filled the
restaurant’s main room. She was only a silhouette to the roomful of diners,
holding her pose like a living statue. She usually closed her eyes during this
prelude and focused on the energy of the music and the audience.
Not tonight.
In the darkness, her gaze roamed.
She wanted a good view before the stage lights came up to brighten her, and
blind her.
Nearly every seat was filled. A good
draw for a Thursday night. Mostly couples, some groups. But it was the single
men she searched for. The ones who sat on the fringe to watch.
Would it be the college jock tipping
back beer in a bottle? The shy guy in the Oxford shirt fidgeting with his soda
straw? Maybe the older . . .
A Suit at the bar caught her eye.
One hand wrapped around a highball glass, the other tugging at his tie. Calm.
Confident. And sexy as hell. The way his gaze locked on her made her tingle in
all the right places.
He was the one.
Derek Collier sipped his Macallan 18
and watched the restaurant’s belly dancer come alive to the hypnotic rhythm
pulsing through the dining room. When he’d seen the words “belly dancing”
glowing in blue neon beneath the Sultan’s Tent sign, he’d expected the kind of
flashy beads and sequins dancer he’d seen a hundred times before.
He didn’t expect this.
The poster at the front called her
Zenina, a tribal fusion belly dancer. Whatever that was. From his vantage point
at the bar, she looked like nothing he’d ever seen—part bohemian waif, part
harem fantasy, part . . . Damn, the way she swayed and writhed up there was making
it impossible to think.
DeAnna
Cameron writes novels featuring feisty heroines transformed by true love and
belly dance—the oldest and most exciting dance form in the world. Her novels
have been translated into Japanese, Polish, and Serbian, and her work has been
praised for its “deft prose, energetic characters and . . . colorful images” by
RT Book Reviews and called “most entertaining” by the Historical Novel Review.
Before turning to fiction, DeAnna worked as a journalist, writing and editing
for several Southern California newspapers and magazines. She’s a member of
Romance Writers of America, as well as its Orange County chapter. When she
isn’t working on her next novel, she can usually be found at her jeweler’s
bench, creating new wire-wrap, bead, and multimedia designs. She lives in
Orange County, Calif., with her family.
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