http://mfrwbookhooks.blogspot.com for some great excerpts. Mine is from Heart Throb. Magda has no plans to ever marry again but she does like men. She's been there and done that once.
Magda Malone likes men and has no desire to marry. She’s been there, done that and got burned. She’s happy with her position as coordinator of the cardiac unit at the hospital. A new neighbor promises many nights of steamy sex.
Damon also has no desire for marriage. He had too many steps as a child and sees marriage as a serial sort of game. He doesn’t want to play. When Magda learns he’s a cardiologist, she blows him off. The problem is Damon has fallen in love and he must convince Magda there’s more between them than sex.
Magda shoved the last folder in the drawer and made a series of phone calls to check for problems pending on the units she supervised. All was calm. She flipped the calendar to Monday, slung her bag over her shoulder and left the hospital. As she strode to her car, she uncoiled the chignon at her nape and combed her fingers through the strands. Freedom, she thought.
On the way home, she stopped at the supermarket, picked up her birth control, bought strawberries and sour cream and rented a movie. She intended to spend the evening with a kick-action flick and dreams of her coming vacation.
The warm breeze carried a hint of rising humidity. She opened the convertible top and let the wind blow her hair. Her laughter rose above the classic rock throbbing from the speakers.
Years ago, she’d been dumb, but her divorce attorney had been shrewd. The car and the luxury condo were courtesy of her ex. Still, the settlement she’d received hadn’t made her believe she was a woman for the long haul. Did it matter? Short term was a challenging adventure.
As she drove into the complex, the guard leaned from the booth. "Ms. Malone, new tenant alert."
"The other apartment in your building."
"Thanks." Magda waved. He’d said tenant as in single. Male or female? Dare she hope for attractive, interesting and available.
She pulled into the garage beneath her unit and noted the empty boxes at the curb. After grabbing her package, she headed for the foyer. Maybe she would drop by and welcome the newcomer.
When she saw the man on the steps leading to the apartment level, she sucked in a breath. Neighbor or mover? Married or single? A rush of excitement rose. Wouldn’t take much to learn his status.
Denim cutoffs provided a view of tanned muscular legs. Her gaze traveled to appraise flat abs, broad shoulders and a well-developed chest. A slow smile changed his features from merely handsome to rugged and fascinating. The streak of white in his jet hair looked like a lightning bolt had seared a path.
Brilliant blue eyes captured her gaze. Steam flowed through her veins. No attached man sent those kind of signals unless he was out for a fling. In that case, she’d pass. Only the unattached need apply. She didn’t do married or engaged. She saw no wedding band, but these days, the absence meant nothing. Still her plans for a quiet evening began to change. She started up the steps. He followed.
His deep voice acted like a jolt from the cardiac conversion paddles and sent her imagination into overdrive. How would his sensuous lips taste? And those strong hands and long fingers. How would they feel on her flesh? "Welcome to Rivertown." She paused at her door, turned and smiled.
He reached for her hand. "Damon."
"Magda." She liked the laugh lines around his eyes. Must be about my age. Perfect.
His thumb stroked the back of her hand. More than perfect, she thought. Life had taken a turn in the right direction. Her nipples contracted. She glanced down. The bulge beneath his fly seemed to swell. Attraction -- mutual -- instant. "So nice to meet my new neighbors."
"Neighbor," he said. "I live alone."
"Same here." Her tongue played along her lower lip. Interest darkened his eyes. This man was as hot as molten lava and she was ready to burn. "Have you met any of the other neighbors?"