HARRIET RUBY: TOUR DIRECTOR EXTRAORDINAIRE SERIES
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FIRST DATE: A Tour Director Extraordinaire Story
[6K $1.50 ISBN # 978-1-934657-46-1]
Stripping off your clothes in a restaurant is NOT a good idea on your First Date!
Fate, tired of celestial politics and wanting some fun, brings together a young tour director, Harriet Ruby, whose biggest problem is that she has no real problems, and Will Talbot, Europol spy with a dark and troubled past. Two people who would never have met. Wham! Bam! Sparks fly. Fate smiles. “They’ll never know what hit them.”
After teaming up in Morocco for outstanding sex and hilarious adventure, Will and I agreed to see if our relationship could develop beyond mutual lust. Now, we're having out first "real" date. Things are heating up nicely when we learn that the "getting to know you" process, while on-the-job, is fraught with interruptions, frustrations... and the promise of an unforgettable adventure.
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Excerpt:
“That was absolutely the most embarrassing moment of my entire life.” I stomped into my hotel room and threw my backpack on the bed. My face burned, hands shaking as I tried to fasten the only button remaining on my blouse. Will Talbot closed the Will Talbot closed the door, slipped on the night chain, and watched my fumbling fingers with his arms crossed over his broad chest. “You’ve never been thrown out of a French restaurant before?”
Oo-kay, Harriet , you can forget about making a good first impression.
Don’t get me wrong. It’s not like Will and I haven’t been together before―you know, that way, too―but this was different. It was our first real date. I spun around with my fists planted on my hips in attack mode and got in his face. Well, his chest, anyway. I may be short, but I make up for it in determination. Maybe it’s more like lunacy.
“No! I’ve never been thrown out of any restaurant―in France or anywhere else.” I hesitated, fluttering a hand. “We-ll, I was asked to keep down the noise a few times―when I attended MIT―but that’s not the same as being told to leave.”
Chewing at my lower lip, I pressed closer to him and sheepishly sifted my fingers through his spiky, longer-than-military dark hair. I couldn’t sustain a state of high indignation when his nearness set me alight. Not when I wanted to kiss along his jaw line and nibble on his ear, sure that he would taste as good as he smelled. Yum.
His gaze dipped to my exposed cleavage and turned molten. His hands grasped my waist, pulling me into him, molding my soft curves against the hard muscled planes of his to-die-for body.
“Mmm. But you’ve never been asked to leave because you started undressing in public?” His husky voice made me shiver. “I didn’t see that one coming.” He shook his head as though still reeling with amazement.
“I’m sorry, Will. I don’t know what came over me at the restaurant.” My arms snaked around him, my hard tight nipples pushing through layers of fabric into his chest. “Hmm, actually…when you kissed me…you know I can’t keep my hands off you. Everything got kind of misty, and I forgot where we were.” I stopped to see if I was drooling on his shirt. “I never behaved like this before I met you…”~~~
ALL FOR A FIST FULL OF ASHES
Book 2: Harriet Ruby, Tour Director Extraordinaire Series 
[90K $6.50 ISBN # 978-1-934657-24-9] My first mistake: Agreeing to conduct a private tour of Italy. Fourteen Italian-Americans from New Jersey? All family, for three weeks, with four teenagers? What was I thinking? Fate responds to my engraved invitation by placing one of the family under surveillance as a suspect in an assassination plot, and who is assigned to the case? None other than my favorite drop-dead-gorgeous spy, Will Talbot.My second mistake: Allowing Will to coax an invitation from the family matriarch to join the tour.
And that was just the beginning. The matriarch, searching for the unknown location of her mother's grave, and her quirky family members sweep through Italy leaving chaos, hilarity, and danger in their wake.
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"Did you actually meet Gianni Barbera?"
That cooled me off a bit. Oh, boy. How much should I tell him? "Yes, he sat next to me at dinner."
"What's your opinion?"
"It's my opinion that we have plenty of time to talk about this later."
"Harriet!"
Oo-kay, let's see if I've learned anything about acting. "He was charming, polished, and polite but distant, which I took to mean he didn't suspect any threat. And in my humble opinion, he's the primary decision maker."
Will hesitated a beat. "Okay, that fits with what I know. Now, what aren't you telling me?"
"What makes you think I'm not telling you everything?"
He kissed me again and let his hands rove, getting me all heated up on purpose. He knew how to break down my defenses. God, he's good.
My resistance dwindled. "Oh, well, all right. I didn't score high marks with the fly-on-the-wall thing." No big surprise there. I told him about my confrontation with the tablecloth.
He groaned, but didn't say anything or criticize. Maybe I would get off easy. "What else?"
Jeez. I needed to brush up on my fibbing skills. "There's nothing else...hmm, except that I guess I flirted with him a little. But only to get information for you."
"And?"
"And what?" Didn't this guy ever give up? I added obnoxiously persistent to my mental list of his qualities.
"Out with it. You know you're a rotten liar." He didn't sound angry, merely relentless in his pursuit of knowledge.
"We-ell...he sort of looked up my skirt."
"Jesus, Harriet!"
That reaction made me all defensive. I rolled out of his arms and sat up. "It's not like it sounds. It wasn't in private or anything. It happened in front of everybody."
A long heavy silence ensued. "Shit!"
I punched him lightly on the shoulder. "Will, stop it. It's nothing like you're implying. Everyone in the room looked up my skirt. I was trying to get off the dining table."
He heaved a resigned sigh. "You're way off base if you think that's going to help. What were you doing on the table?"
"Standing, of course. And nobody could really see anything except my pantyhose and thong."
He flopped on his back and flung his forearm over his eyes. "Lord, give me strength."
"Do you want to hear the rest of this or not?"
"Am I going to hate it?"
"You shouldn't. And talking about this now was your bright idea." I blew out an exasperated breath and told him about the argument over the burial of the ashes in the family tomb, and how I'd stopped it.
"Harriet Ruby, you are something else." He didn't take his arm away from his face. "I'm glad I wasn't there. I can't take the stress."
"We learned a lot more this way. This spy thing is actually kind of fun."
FIRST CHRISTMAS FOLLIES: A Tour Director Extraordinaire Story
[6K $1.50 ISBN # 978-1-934657-31- 7]
Harriet Ruby and drop-dead gorgeous spy, Will Talbot, are looking forward to their first Christmas together. Their plans for an entire uninterrupted week in each other’s arms go awry when she’s assigned to conduct a tour for a group of children on holiday. Disappointed but determined to make the best of the situation, Harriet and Will soon discover the tour group is in Rome for more than just a holiday…and they are definitely not children.
"Okay, pal. Before you touch anything else, you have to explain what's going on with these...ah...little people." All bravado. My stragegic advantage would last only as long as his tolerance, and that wasn't likely to endure more than a sentence or two. We were both anxious to make up for lost time.
"Why are you asking me? They're your group, not mine."
He leered at me and my pulse rate skyrocketed. My blood burned with desire, sending tingles from the roots of my hair to my toes.
"C'mon Will, they insist they're elves...Santa's elves, no less...and you're acting like this is no big surprise. Ho hum."
He shrugged, his muscles rippling against the pressure of my hands. "A lot of things in this life are unexplainable."
"I'm losing it, aren't I? I've been run over by the Popemobile in St. Peter's Square, right?" I shook his shoulders. "Tell me that at this very moment I'm really lying half dead in San Camillo hospital, hallucinating, while a normal husband and wife with eleven children stand around my bed crying."
"It's Christmas time, Harriet. Miracles happen. Who am I to question?"
Okay. This is getting nowhere.
Putting aside my state of dazed bafflement--I wanted to get on to other things--I redirected the conversation. "Speaking of that, what do you want for Christmas?"
"Hmm." He rolled me underneath him and straddled me. "You--as much time with you as possible."
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ALL FOR A DEAD MAN’S LEG
Book 1: Harriet Ruby, Tour Director Extraordinaire Series
[70k $6.00 ISBN # 978-1-934657-16-4]
My name is Harriet Ruby, Tour Director Extraordinaire. At least I thought I was worthy of that title until one of my tourists, Archie Philpot, died in the middle of my first, solo European tour.
Teaming up with William Talbot, a seemingly kind stranger who turned out to be a spy in disguise, I tried to keep my tourists happy and unaware while smuggling poor old Archie's body out of Morocco. I never expected my newfound friend and helper to be the love of my life. It certainly didn’t hurt that he was such a hunk!
But before our romance even got properly started, we were chased by terrorists, smugglers and murderers. Since my role model had always been Tour Guide Barbie, I was out of my league and had to rely on Will to get us to safety.
Little did I know that getting out of Morocco was just the beginning...
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Excerpt:
Unable to orient myself, I closed my eyes again and snuggled closer to the other body. If I was suffering from hallucinations, so what? The person beside me turned over. Strong arms wrapped around me. Mmmm.
Then Will kissed me again. I knew it was Will. I recognized the lingering scent of his musky aftershave spiced with a smidgen of salt from the ocean water, the firmness of his lips, the muscled chest and slight coarse hair. Everything I'd fantasized about all day. This time I was breathing, so I responded with enthusiasm.
Nice. Really nice.
Finally, he eased us apart and sat up beside me. He placed his hand on my shoulder and gave me a little shake. "Come on, Harriet, open your eyes. I know you're in there."
With reluctance, I did as I was told and smiled up at him. "How'd you know I was awake?"
In the subdued light, his teeth flashed as he smiled. "Well, Let's see. You stuck your tongue down my throat and nearly chewed off my lip. That's a pretty sure sign."
"Sorry," I said, not sorry at all. "I was dreaming."
"I'll never tell." I adjusted the covers around me, my face burning. Considering the fantasies I was having, I must be feeling a lot better. "How, ah, did I get like this?"
He knew exactly what I meant. "I had to warm you up."
I propped myself up on my elbows, making sure the blanket was tucked around my chest.
"Warm me up for what?" My imagination shifted into overdrive, running away with me. It must have shown on my face. Maybe it was the way I was panting, not to mention the drooling.
He laughed as he climbed over me, got off the bunk, and stood up. I was disappointed to see he was wearing an ill-fitting pair of trousers that looked to short for him. Only his chest was bare.
"Not warmed up for that you're thinking. I mean warmed up as in not dying. You know, to prevent hypothermia. Any other kind of warming up might be a little awkward right now." He indicated our surroundings with a lift of his chin.
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[130K $13.95 ISBN# 978-1-4327-1590-8 - Outskirts Press, Inc. 2008]
Deception, passion, and love battle in a world where nothing is as it seems.
Disdained by her father and facing an arranged marriage, young Angela Rosarno yearns to be loved for herself. She flees her home and travels to Sicily into the arms of Santino Camastro, a man she has come to love only through his letters, though never met.
Wooed and rushed into marriage, she learns--all too late--that her husband is not the man who penned the letters. Determined to uncover the truth, Angela's actions set off a series of betrayals and murders. By the time she discovers that her husband's brother Antonio is the man she truly loves, she is hoplessly trapped in Santino's ruthless world of ambition and greed. When deception, passion, and a mother's love collide, Angela will have to risk everything she values, even the man she loves, to win freedom for herself and her children.
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