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Gemma White loved to make love in the morning. When the sheets were warm from lazy limbs, when muscles were rested and revived, when the day was yet a possibility. Morning lovemaking was an act reserved for the lucky few—new lovers who ignored the impulse to sneak out in the middle of the night, live-in lovers who still enjoyed waking up together, and married lovers wise enough to take advantage of a time when both partners' bodies were primed for passion.

Gemma smiled and rolled over, sliding a loving hand toward Jason's side of the bed. But when her fingers encountered cold emptiness, her eyes flew open and reality descended with a crash.

Jason was gone.

The desire that had pooled in her belly ebbed as sadness, temporarily banished by the cleansing arm of sleep, swamped her chest. The humiliation and shock of his departure hadn't lessoned over the past few weeks and, if anything, had become more embedded in her heart, like sets of bicycle tracks through fresh mud that had dried into an ugly, permanent cast.

Would mornings ever feel right again?

The wail of the phone pierced the air. She closed her eyes, cursing the person on the other end for intruding on her moment of misery. After four teeth-rattling rings, the phone fell silent…then started up again. Resigned, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and reached for the handset.

"Hello?" she murmured into the mouthpiece.

"Are you up?" her best friend Sue demanded.


"Literally out of bed and walking around?"

Gemma pushed to her feet. "Absolutely."

"What's on the agenda today?"

"Um…" Gemma turned on a light and glanced around the cluttered bedroom. Dirty clothes occupied every surface. The floor was littered with at least two boxes of tissues crumpled into balls. "I thought I might… clean."

"Good. You want everything to look great in case you have company."

"Are you coming to Tampa?" Gemma asked, panicked. She wasn't ready to deal with the full frontal assault of Sue's personality. Her friend would roll into town from Tallahassee like a tank, armed with endless pep talks. But Gemma was too raw, too exposed, to deal with her failed marriage so matter-of-factly, over cups of frothy coffee and shoe shopping. She needed time to reorient herself.

"I can't get away from work right now," Sue said. "I meant in case Jason stops by."

Gemma tightened her grip on the phone. "Have you seen him? Is he coming here?"

"No, I haven't seen him. But in case he does drop by, you and the house need to look your best."

As if the divorce hadn't fazed Gemma. It was, after all, antifeminist to behave as if her husband's desertion had devastated her. Where was her pride?

"Have you told your parents yet?"


"What are you waiting for?"

"The divorce isn't final… yet."

"Gemma, you're stalling."

"It will break their hearts—Jason is like a son to them."

"Considering Jason's position in the governor's office, it's bound to hit the local papers soon. Is that how you want them to find out?"

"No." But neither did she want her mother pecking her to death with worry. "I'll tell them… soon."

"Did you find a job?"

Another dilemma. Unemployment was not so unusual for the wife of the state attorney general, but not so realistic for a divorcée with no alimony. "Not yet," Gemma admitted.

A noise outside drew her to the picture window overlooking the side yard. She nudged aside the filmy white curtain and looked down into the overgrown lawn of the empty house next door. A tall man with shiny dark hair was using a mallet to dislodge a faded For Sale sign that had been posted on the lawn for all of the two years that she and Jason had lived here.

"Have you even looked for a job?" Sue prodded.

"I will…today."

"Okay." Sue's disbelieving response vibrated over the line. "Gemma, you have to pull yourself together."

"I know, and I will. I just need some time to absorb my new reality." She pushed hair out of her eyes. From his tool belt, she gathered the stranger was a workman, hired, no doubt, by the new owner to fix up the place. She felt a spurt of relief for the sagging Spanish house whose exotic lines she'd always admired. But when the man lifted his dark gaze to her second-floor window, she dropped the curtain and stepped back, her face stinging.

The man had probably thought her house was empty. How many rubber-banded newspapers were piled on the front porch? Had weeds overtaken the brilliant birds-of-paradise and ginger flowers in the planting beds? Tending to the exotic plants that thrived in the lush Florida humidity had always been her favorite pastime. But since the final court appearance last week, she'd found it unnecessary to move beyond the front door.

"I'm sure any of the nonprofit agencies that you've helped to raise money for would be happy to hire you in some capacity."

"Probably. But I don't want to take advantage of my relationship with Jason."

"There's nothing wrong with using his name to get the job. You'll prove yourself once you get there."

Gemma understood the practicality of her friend's advice, but something inside her revolted at the idea of using Jason's connections. "I don't want to be in a position where I'd have to feel grateful to Jason, or be around people who might expect me to ask him for favors."

"I have some business contacts in Tampa. I could make some calls," Sue offered cheerfully.

Right—Sue's business associates would be clamoring to hire a thirty-two-year-old with an unused degree in art history. She'd save herself and her lobbyist friend the embarrassment of asking. "Thanks anyway. I'll find something on my own."

"Okay," Sue said warily. "Have a good day. I'll call you later."

Gemma returned the receiver with a sigh. She had no right to be irritated with her friend. Sue was only trying to help in a situation that had rocked both of them to the core. Sue felt betrayed by Jason, too. She had introduced Gemma and Jason when the girls were seniors at Covington Women's College in Jacksonville and Jason was in law school at the University of Florida in nearby Gainesville. Sue had preened as her two friends had dated, fallen in love, graduated, married and evolved into an influential political couple.

I introduced them, she'd gushed to onlookers as camera bulbs flashed at their lavish wedding and over the years at every political appointment and election leading up to Jason being sworn in as state attorney general. When Gemma had called her, blubbering about a divorce, Sue hadn't believed her at first. Like Gemma, she couldn't conceive of Jason turning his back on their ten-year marriage with no warning and no remorse, as if it were simply one of the hundreds of decisions he had to make daily.

If there were fifty ways to leave your lover, he had surely chosen one of the most cruel. He'd asked Gemma to pack a suitcase for him for a last-minute trip and bring it by his office. Then after ensuring she had packed his favorite ties and shoes, he'd turned to her and said, "This isn't working for me anymore. I want a divorce."

Gemma remembered laughing at the comment. Jason had always exhibited a quirky sense of humor. But he'd leveled his pale blue eyes on her with an expression that she'd since realized was pity. "I'm moving to Tallahassee alone, Gemma. It's over."

It's over. As if he was referring to a television show or a song that had run its course.

A banging sound next door jarred her from her circular thoughts. Gemma wiped at the perspiration on her neck, realizing suddenly that she was sticky all over, that the air in the room was stifling. A check of the thermostat revealed that yet something else had gone wrong when she wasn't looking. She'd have to call a repair service.

She went from room to room on the top floor to open windows, releasing heat that had risen in the house. The bedroom that Jason had turned into his office looked as if it had been violated, stripped of furniture and decorated with cobwebs in strange places. From the walls sprang naked cables that had once provided power to fuel his busy life.

It was exactly the way she felt. Unplugged and unwanted.

When she returned to her bedroom to slide open the side window, she chanced a glance at the house next door, startled when the peeling shutters on the round window twenty feet across from hers were thrown open and the dark-haired man she'd seen earlier appeared. She distantly registered the fact that she was wearing only a thin tank top and no bra, but she was rooted to the hardwood floor when his gaze landed on her. He inclined his head in a polite nod.

Gemma managed a shaky smile, but he was already gone, like the breeze.

Feeling sideswiped, her smile dissolved into an embarrassed little frown. A glance up at the sky had her shielding her eyes in mild surprise. In contradiction to the gloom hovering over her inside, it was a beautiful early spring day outside. The sun was everywhere.

She'd thought she'd be living in Tallahassee by now, settling into anew home close to Jason's new office, socializing in the governor's circle and generally being the helpmate that she'd learned to be… looking good, speaking well.

Being ignored.

The thought slid into her mind unbidden, and instantly she resisted it. She had been an integral part of Jason's life, had helped him achieve his dreams—their dreams. She had been relevant. Perhaps Jason had fallen out of love with her, but he hadn't ignored her.

Otherwise, how could she have been happy?

Frowning, Gemma turned away from the window and padded downstairs in search of something cool to drink. The kitchen was dark and hummed with electric white noise as the refrigerator labored to stay cool. The pungent smell of overripe fruit hung in the air. From a wire basket, Gemma picked a pear to munch on, then rummaged in the fridge, past Jason's Red Bulls, for a bottle of tea.

While she drank and waited for the caffeine to kick in, Gemma mentally sifted through the things that had unraveled, things she needed to tend to. Sue was right about one thing—she had to find a job. She...


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Product Details

  • Mass Market Paperback: 224 pages
  • Publisher: Harlequin (October 1, 2008)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0373794320
  • ISBN-13: 978-0373794324
  • Product Dimensions: 4.2 x 0.6 x 6.6 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 4 ounces
  • Average Customer Review: 4.2 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (9 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #1,792,797 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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Stephanie Bond was several years into a corporate computer programming career when an instructor in her night school MBA program remarked that she had a flair for writing and encouraged her to submit one of her projects to academic journals. "But," Stephanie says, "all I could think was 'I wonder if I could write a romance novel?'" Bond grew up on a farm in eastern Kentucky where the entertainment choices were few. Luckily, she had a beloved aunt who shared her passion for reading. "When she visited once a year, she brought boxes and boxes of gothic novels by Victoria Holt and Phyllis Whitney and lush historical romances--I was in heaven! So suddenly thinking about writing in the genre of the books I loved was very exciting." After writing every spare moment for two years, Stephanie sold her first romantic comedy manuscript, IRRESISTIBLE? to Harlequin books. Two years later, she walked away from her corporate career to write commercial fiction full time. To date, she's published over 60 romance and mystery projects with Random House, St. Martin's Press, HarperCollins, and Mira Books, and is most well-known for her BODY MOVERS humorous mystery series. Her latest book is 7 BRIDES FOR 7 BODIES. Stephanie lives in midtown Atlanta and is probably working on a story at this very moment.

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6 of 7 people found the following review helpful By TamiBrothers on June 7, 2009
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Gemma Jacobs is newly divorced, unemployed, and the sudden fixation of an enamored peacock. What more could go wrong amongst all this chaos? Enter a sexy new neighbor in town for a short time to fix up and flip the house next door; and then a letter written to herself ten years earlier for a college class describing her most secret sexual fantasies. Life just can't get any more complicated. Or can it?

Chev Martinez isn't looking for anything serious. He's in town for one thing and one thing only; then he's moving onto the next job. His sexy new neighbor and her late night peep show routine will not detour him from his plan. But, ohh, man is it distracting. So much that he can't seem to keep his mind on his work as he anticipates the next show from her bedroom window.

Gemma and Chev find a whole new world together, one that is completely different from what each of them knew before. But can any of it last? When Gemma's ex suddenly appears back into the picture, she has to decide if she can give up this exciting new world she's just found and go back to her old life.

Stephanie Bond's new Blaze series, Sex For Beginners, is on fire. WARNING - read with a glass of water because you will definitely be fanning the flames.

I am on my knees, thankful the three books in the series come out back to back; October, November and December of this year. I can't imagine how little hair I'd have left if Harlequin had made us wait very long in-between release dates. If you haven't had a chance to grab Watch and Learn, you are missing out on an excellent story. Gemma and Chev have sizzling chemistry and Ms. Bond did an amazing job of keeping the sexual energy blazing throughout this story. I was tickled with the antics of the male peacock and found myself looking forward to his next scene just as much as I anticipated the couple's love scenes. I can honestly admit that I am anxiously waiting for the next book in the series.
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Gemma White loves waking up in the morning to the promise of some morning lovemaking but not this time. Jason, her husband of ten years, has asked her for a divorce and moved to another state. Forced to fend for herself, she realizes she needs to move on. It hasn't escaped her notice that the house next door has a new owner. A very hunky one at that.

When she receives a letter from an old college professor, old memories resurface of a time she's tried so hard to put a lid on. Without her husband her only anchor keeping her from her dangerous desires is gone. When she accidentally puts on a show in front of her window and catches her sexy neighbor watching her, her shame battles with her arousal. Then she lands a job as a tour guide for a sex exhibit in a museum and the last of her resolve dissipates. Eventually Chev and Gemma get closer, and just when he thinks she might be ready for more, Jason shows up and wants her back. Will she have the courage to give up the last ten years of her life for something new or will she seek the safety of the familiar?

Chev Martinez moves around a lot and flips homes. When he takes on the home next door to Gemma, he's instantly attracted, but doesn't act on it until he realizes she's divorced. Then he accidentally gets a show from her bedroom window. How will he get her to continue this little game of peek-a-boo? They eventually get to know each other over their appreciation for art history and renovation, as well as a pesky peacock that has Chev rescuing Gemma time and time again. Over time he realizes that the strange attraction they share may never extend past the nightly stripteases, and that she might have too much emotional baggage to overcome. Besides, he plans to leave once his house goes up for auction.
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Newly divorced Gemma Jacobs has kept a part of her sexual identity under wraps for 10 years - just long enough for her husband to lose interest and leave. Now she's single and finds she cannot keep her inner exhibitionist in hiding any longer. Thank god her new neighbor, Chev Martinez, is happy to indulge. Their sexual chemistry is blazing hot - but is there anything more to that fire than a simple flash in the pan?

Our heroine, Gemma, is grappling with some interesting questions about sexual deviance in American society. She finds her own measure of self-worth independent of any man, and it's a glorious thing. I also enjoyed that Martinez's Puerto-Rican heritage was nothing more than a descriptor, not a plot point.

The sex was good, exactly what you'd expect from a Blaze novel.

The plot was somewhat silly and I hated the time limit the author imposed on the romance. I despised the ending - it felt rushed and contrived. And I always take points off a book if the protagonists fall in love and swear forever after a ridiculously short time frame.

My feeling when I was done? "Meh." Read Anything For You (Harlequin Blaze) instead - SO much better!
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Well written and easy to follow. Although not an avid reader of romance novels, I did find this book held my interest. Having read and thoroughly enjoyed all of Stephanie Bond's mystery novels I decided to try Blaze, I was glad I did. The book held enough surprises to keep me reading. Not to far into the book I realized I have to keep going to see who winds up with who. A great book for someone who enjoys romance novels.
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