Title: Legacy Under Fire
Author: Genie Gabriel
Genre: Women's Fiction
Email: genene@genenevalleau.com
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BLURB:
After being trapped in an arson fire
that destroyed her clinic and her memory, a doctor struggles to regain her
courage as well as solve the mystery of why someone would want to kill her. A
different kind of heat fills her life when she falls in love with the
firefighter who rescued her, but can he protect her from the man determined to
snuff out her life?
EXCERPT
As Shiloh stood watching the
dancers, butterflies swooped in her belly like the rainbow of satin gowns
swirling across the dance floor.
"Would you like to
dance?"
Shiloh gazed at Jeremiah, her
handsome escort. No smudges on his face from smoke and ashes. No sturdy
turnouts with its fabric rough against her cheek.
Handsome. Serious. Sexy.
Though he barely touched her
fingers, the heat shimmered between them.
Shiloh's breath caught in her
throat. Tonight was different. He wasn't a hero doing his job. He was a man
whose gaze looked into her soul.
And found what?
Did he see the holes where her
memory had been? Did he sense her fear and wonder at her doubts?
"I-I can't."
A frown settled briefly on his
brow.
"I've never learned any
dance steps--I just to sway to the music." Shiloh shrugged ruefully.
"I can teach you."
Shiloh's mouth went dry. She
struggled to swallow as the fantasy of Jer teaching her more than dance steps
raised goosebumps across her skin.
"It's easy." Jeremiah
turned his hand over so her palm rested against his. "Just a few simple
steps in a box pattern."
His other hand moved to her hip,
and he quietly counted the steps as they moved to the music. "One, two,
three. One, two, three."
Mesmerized by the movement of his
lips, Shiloh simply followed his lead. Until he turned and she stumbled against
his feet. She jerked upright, flushed, and stammered out an apology. "I
guess all my skill is in my hands--or used to be..."
"You can stand on my feet if
you want to until you get the hang of it. Marly used to when she was a kid and
Tallie was trying to 'give us some culture', as she said."
"That sounds nice."
Wistfulness wove between Shiloh's words.
"Trampled feet or
culture?" A dimple appeared in Jeremiah's left cheek when he smiled.
Why had she not noticed that
before? "Having lots of siblings must have been nice."
"Intrusive sometimes."
"Better than being
alone."
"Were you lonely as a
child?" Jeremiah continued dancing with Shiloh as they talked.
"I knew my parents loved me
and were doing important work. But I missed being around kids my own age."
"Yeah, you missed out on
bruises and elbows in the ribs during basketball games."
They laughed together.
"I didn't realize how lucky
I was," Jer said. "Until lately."
"Much has happened
lately," Shiloh agreed.
Jer swung her under his arm and she
concentrated on keeping her feet moving so she didn't stumble. For the rest of
the song, Shiloh focused on dancing rather than talking. As the dance ended, a
cautious pride bloomed in Shiloh's chest.
"You're a fast
learner."
Jer was staring at her. With
something different in his eyes Shiloh hadn't noticed before. Speculation.
Desire perhaps.
The orchestra began playing again
and she melted into his arms. In this beautiful old house, time seemed to have
receded to a gentler era when gentlemen and ladies put on their best manners
with their fine clothes for a special night on the town.
Shiloh let her eyes drift closed,
wondering what making love would be like with Jeremiah. She fancied it would be
much like dancing with him. A slow, tantalizing journey unlike any other she
had taken.
Is this what she had missed in
younger years by focusing on her studies? Or was this magic reserved for a
special someone? Someone she hadn't met until Jeremiah.
When she opened her eyes, Jer was
gazing at her. A slight smile on his lips and banked fire in his eyes. He
wanted her. Yet made no move to put his desires into action. Truly a gentleman.
A hero.
The man she had fallen in love
with.
