Tatum Elliot is a successful writer on a hit television show, lives in an Upper East Side apartment and loves her life. She wouldn’t change a thing. Unfortunately, she doesn’t have a choice. She’s losing her sight.
Tripping over her tongue and her heels, Tatum all too quickly realizes that the things which appeared so important before are slowly slipping away leaving room for what really matters. With the support of her best friends, family and colleagues, she begins to see that there’s much more to life… and herself.
When Ben Harris enters her life as her new personal assistant, she can’t tell if it’s his good looks and charm that are working on her libido, or his kind and helpful nature working on her heart? Whatever it is, neither one of them can resist it.
As her vision fades out, a world of love and happiness just might…Fade In.
Fade In is a contemporary-romance novel about laughing through your tears and telling life to, quite frankly, “Suck it.” This novel contains sexual situations that the author may or may not have tried at home… for your safety, of course. Research is research.
my name cross his lips in that sultry voice is more of a turn-on than I could
have ever imagined and I need to shut it down.
“You looked really pretty this morning.”
“Yep. And I bet you
look even better right now in bed.”
My pulse races. How does he
know I’m in bed?
He yawns, and that makes me yawn too, even though now I’m wide
“Thanks. You weren’t
that bad to look at yourself. What makes
you think I’m in bed?”
“I don’t know. I was
just guessing. It is the middle of the
night.” He pauses before adding,
“And that’s where I’ve been picturing you.”
I blush. “You’re
picturing me? What am I
wearing?” I laugh to myself,
thinking that the cliché question is suppose to be “What are you wearing?” But we’re in his imagination and I’m eager to
know what he keeps there.
He makes a humming sound that vibrates all the way through me. “You really want to know?”
“Yes.” My one-word
answer comes out slowly and wavers in and out, sounding like a question.
I hear the air hiss through his teeth before he says, “It
isn’t much. Sleep well. I’ll see you in the morning.” Then he’s gone before I even say goodnight or
talk him further into a pay-by-the-minute type of conversation.
I won’t bore you with the details, but my faithful device, Mr.
Right, just didn’t cut it tonight.
Maybe it’s time for a new one.
Or new lots of things.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
M. Mabie lives in Illinois with her husband. She loves reading and writing romance, and an active member of the Indie Author Romance Chicks. She cares about politics, but will not discuss them in public. She uses the same fork at every meal, watches Wayne’s World while cleaning, and lets her dog sleep on her head. M. Mabie has never been accused of being tight lipped or shy. In fact, if you listen very closely you can probably hear her flapping her gums.
You’re encouraged to contact M. Mabie about her future works, as well as this one.