Saturday, May 10, 2014

Paint Me a Dream

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Paint Me a Dream
Author: Serena Fairfax
Genre: Mainstream Romance
Buy: Amazon

Francesca faces a dilemma. She’s an art dealer in an upscale London gallery and can’t avoid meeting Rafe, a celebrity American painter who’s in London to exhibit his work and whom she’d known in Italy years earlier. He’d befriended her in Florence where she was attending a culture course, but their burgeoning romance had been abruptly terminated by his sudden and unexplained return to New York. Hurt by his apparent rejection, Francesca is now determined to back off him, but fate deals an unexpected hand in the shape of an old friend Sandro, an Old Master and a new surprise at Rafe's exhibition.

Enchanting Excerpt:
Francesca saw instantly that the chair was too low to be comfortable for his height, his long legs encased in designer jeans jack-knifed against his jaw. Brushing back a strand of her straight, fine blonde hair, she hurried towards him from her tiny office at the rear of Craig Fine Arts - a Bond Street art gallery. He was straight off a red-eye flight. She hadn't expected him until much later when, with her boss Alec Craig, the gallery's founder, they would discuss business with him over a leisurely lunch. But he’s here now and far too early. Francesca steeled herself for the encounter.

'Rafe Rostov.' He uncoiled his lean, powerful body at six feet topping her by several inches. I'm meeting with Alec Craig.' The voice was a deep, eastern seaboard drawl and long forgotten echoes from the past rushing back reminded her how soft-almost seductive - it could sound.

Francesca held out her hand. 'Did you have a nice flight? She took refuge in the usual pleasantries. Her level voice surprised her as her gaze met those cobalt blue eyes that flickered appraisingly over her slim figure, registering the tender curve of the mouth below gypsy brown eyes, the clean line of chin and the soft color in the high cheek bones.

She kept her face composed but her body tensed with the bittersweet of reunion and her heart began to race wildly. She hadn't set eyes on him for nine years, since she was seventeen. But that gut wrenching feeling was back even though he'd altered considerably, his height now carried with easy assurance, the smart-casual designer wear that spoke of success - the ungainly youth now a lionized sophisticate whose paintings adorned the homes of Texan oil barons and discriminating international collectors.  



  1. Francesca might say "no" to her ex-lover painter, but the excerpts sounds like these two get hot and heavy. Who would stay away from that. Good luck with sales.

  2. What a charming comment! Thank you!


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