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Cover Art by Jinger Heaston

Publisher: Siren Publishing

LET'S GET PHYSICAL
ISBN: 1-60601-026-3
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What do you do when you catch your husband in bed with his ex?

That's what Samantha Jenkins asks herself one heart-wrenching night when she pays her husband, Leo San Rocco, a visit in a sexy negligee, hoping to lure him back, only to find his lewd ex has beat her to the punch. Samantha musters what dignity she has left and runs out before Leo can explain things.

Distraught, she crashes into the debonair James Colfield. The sexual attraction between them is scorching hot. James decides he is the one who'll mend her broken heart and spark the sex goddess that dwells deep in her soul.

The problem with James's plan is Leo still loves his wife and the bond they share is practically unbreakable. Will James win her into his bed, or will Leo open his eyes and see Samantha is the only woman for him?
   

Sensuality Rating: SCORCHING
Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance
Length: 34,000 words

"Let's Get Physical by Cherie Amour is a well written and emotionally complex story....All in all a great read, maybe not so light of heart, but definitely worth the time...."

-- 4 Stars, Valerie, Manic Reader reviewer.

"...I enjoyed this story. I felt it was a realistic view into a typical family....The story was told in great detail. I knew everything about Samantha and Leo from the time they were in college to their life 13 plus years later. This is a story that tugged my motions from one direction to another."

-- 4 Cherries

Reviewed by Hibiscus, Whipped Cream Erotic Reviews

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Excerpt:

The moment she stepped into his house, her eyes opened in awe. Somehow she expected a messy bachelor's pad since Mat had told her James came over from England six months ago and wasn't married. But to her surprise, he had an immaculate home, with delicate antiques practically in every corner. "Wow! What a nice place you have here."

He quickly glanced down at her body, then brought his gaze back up. "Th-thanks, Mrs. San Rocco. I love collecting antiques. I brought some over with me when I moved over here from England, but most of them I bought at flea markets. You'd be surprised what bargain gems you can get there."

Every time she picked up Mat at hockey practice, James had been on the ice, so she never stood this close to him before and couldn't help noticing how handsome he was, and how tall, taller than Leo, probably six feet two inches tall. His dark brown eyes and hair and his chiseled nose and strong jaw just made him so alluring.

It took her a second to catch her breath and make her brain kick in a reply. "Well, I would have never guessed you would find such beauty in a flea market."

He stared deep into her eyes like forever and she thought she'd melt. In a sultry voice, he added, "Yes, it is mystifying at times when beauty is right in front of your eyes and you never noticed it before."

Oh my, he is a charmer, indeed.

He broke eye contact after a second and snapped to attention. "Why don't we get that cut and bump on your head tended to, aye? Would you like to follow me to the kitchen?"

She took a deep air intake. "Sure, lead the way."

She followed him down a long narrow corridor to the kitchen that was spectacular with the vast array of cabinets in a rich oak and the black marble counter tops. James quickly glimpsed at her chest again and then averted his gaze to the other side of the kitchen. He pointed to a stool at the island. "Please sit," which she did, admiring the marble as she put her hand on it.

While he opened his freezer and took out some ice and placed it in a plastic bag, he looked over to her. "That's imported Italian marble from Rome. It cost me a pretty penny, indeed."

She smiled. "Yes, I know."

He hit his palm against his forehead. "I'm sorry. How stupid of me. I forgot you are married to an Italian, yes?"

She turned her gaze away. "Yes. I am or was. We are separated now."

He nodded. "I know. Mat told me a little something a while back."

A little shocked and concerned, she looked at him when he brought over the ice and a first aid kit to the counter. "He has spoken to you about us? What does he say?"

"He said it has been tough. First he lost his grandmother and now this. He says he hears you cry yourself to sleep at night and wants to comfort you."

Tears urged to break through, but she held them at bay and took a big swallow. "Yes, he often comes into my room at night wanting to hold me and promising everything will be all right. No matter how strong I try to be, he can always see right through my fake bravado."

He leaned forward so his face was just a few inches from hers. "Yes, well children are a lot more in tune than we give them credit."

Her heart beat faster with his closeness. She sighed, smelling his sensual cologne. "Yes, I g-guess so. Has he said anything else that I should worry about?"

Still gazing into her eyes, he continued, "Only that your husband is a fool for leaving you." He pulled away, lifting his brow and looked away. Opening up the first aid kit, he coughed and whispered something. Samantha could have sworn he said, "And I agree."

He pulled out a few cotton balls and small bottle of antibacterial lotion. He smiled up at her and moved in closer, clearing his throat uncomfortably. "Um-Um-right. Well, this will sting a bit."

When he was so near to her his hot breath caressed her face, he suddenly stepped back and turned away. "I'm sorry, Mrs. San Rocco, but would you mind closing your...your..." He pointed to her chest area. "I'm sorry, although I admire the view, I'm afraid I find it highly distracting and I won't be able to tend to your wound."

Oh, my God!

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