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Barbara Bretton

Book Title: SLEEPING ALONE
Genre: General Mainstream Fiction, Mainstream

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Sleeping Alone

My newest release, sleeping alone, is a love story, plain and simple. No ghosts, no time travel, no angels or vampires. It's a contemporary love story about a courageous woman, a broken-hearted man and a town in need of a miracle. It's about healing and redemption and having the guts to start all over again despite the odds. It's what happens to two lonely people when the love of a lifetime shows up on their doorsteps, just as they've given up believing in miracles. And believe me, love is a miracle-a miracle when we find it, and an even bigger miracle if and when we're smart enough to hold tight and not let it slip away.

I poured my heart and soul onto every page of this book. I wrote it when my dad was battling cancer last year and I was painfully aware of both how fragile are the bonds that hold us all together and how much I love my small (but volatile!) family. And isn't that what life is all about?

Here is a taste of what you'll find inside the covers:

'You're good at exits,' John told himself. He knew how to walk away with the best of them. Put one foot in front of the other and don't look back. He'd done it before. He could do it again. What difference did it make that she was looking at him with such open need, such powerful sweetness, that he felt himself stirring in both body and soul?

Loneliness did terrible things to a man. It made you want things you shouldn't have.

And he wanted Alex.

Her hand was cocooned in his, the match and stove forgotten. The connection between them seemed to grow stronger with each second that passed. She didn't know what she was doing. There was no way for her to know. A better man would warn her away, tell her that she should find someone else, that he didn't have anything to give but a few hours of pleasure, but it was too late.

She was already in his arms and he was lost.

Alex knew that she had never been held that way before. She fit against his body as if they'd been made for each other. He held her as if he meant it, as if holding her was an end in itself. She pressed her face against the side of his neck and the smell of his skin made her almost dizzy with longing. Her palms rested against the front of his jacket and the silky feel of rain and leather struck her as almost unbearably erotic.

They stood there in the middle of the kitchen, with the rain falling and the wind howling and their hearts pounding like thunder inside their chests.

"Is this really happening?" she whispered, looking up into his eyes. "Are you really here?"

He traced the contours of her face with his thumbs and his touch sent a current of electricity coiling straight to the center of her being. "You can still change your mind, Alex. If you don't want this, tell me now."

"I don't want to change my mind." She lifted her face toward his. "I don't want promises. I don't want a commitment." She touched the corner of his mouth with the tip of her finger. "All I want is tonight."

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