At First Touch (Kimani Romance) (Mass Market Paperback)

by Tamara Sneed (Author)

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Daytime television diva Quinn Sibley may be down, but she's definitely not out. While rumors of her overbearing ego have doors slamming in her face, she's planning the perfect comeback. But she's got to return to a place—and a man—she thought she'd left for good. Is tiny Sibleyville, California, ready for a Hollywood invasion—or Quinn Sibley?

When handsome Wyatt Granger, the town's reluctant mortician, discovers a film crew outside his door, he's determined not to let beautifully outrageous Quinn knock him off his feet…again. He's still searching for the right woman, one who is quiet, shy and doesn't resemble the impossibly sensual siren who has haunted his dreams for a year. Try as he will, ignoring Quinn is as impossible as denying a little Hollywood magic.

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Judging from the heavy pounding on the front door of the Granger Funeral Home, Wyatt Granger figured either the defensive line of the Oakland Raiders had come to pay a visit or someone had died. Since Wyatt did own and operate a funeral home—and the average member of the Oakland Raiders, along with most other people in California, had no idea that Sibleyville existed—that left the latter proposition. Wyatt's luck had run out, and someone was dead.

Wyatt cursed and slowly set down the newspaper on the nearby coffee table. It appeared that his late evening ritual of reading the paper was not going to happen tonight. He suspected that most funeral directors did not curse when they were faced with the prospect of potential customers. But, then again, Wyatt was not like most funeral directors.

Unfortunately for Wyatt though, he was the last Granger left in Sibleyville and by default that left him to answer the door and pretend to be like most funeral directors. After all, the Granger Funeral Home motto was not Burying Your Dead Since 1919 for nothing.

Wyatt forced himself to stand from his father's favorite easy chair and walked through the foyer to the front door. He took a deep breath and stood frozen at the front door. He cursed at himself again. He needed to stop acting like a wuss and open the door.

Wyatt pasted his best funeral director smile on his face and opened the door. He was immediately blinded by a bright white light and the sound of applause. He shielded his eyes with a hand and squinted into the light. At least ten people stood crowded on the covered front porch. There were two cameras, one man holding the blinding light overhead and another guy holding a large microphone. And in front of the entire circus stood Quinn Sibley.

Wyatt felt the sudden urge to vomit. It was the same reaction every time he saw her. Like a sledgehammer in his gut. She was too beautiful, too perfect. And entirely too much out of his league.

His gaze drifted from her perfectly formed, heart-shaped lips to the deep V of the skintight dark green halter dress that skimmed every famous and well-photographed curve of her body. Her brown hair held hints of dark blond and honey and hung like a curtain of silk down her back. Her honey-brown skin was flawless, and her hazel eyes flashed more green one moment, then more brown another. He would have sworn they were contacts if he hadn't spent so much time studying her to know they were 100% real. And then there were her breasts.

Men could spend hours writing poems to her breasts. Wyatt had spent enough time staring at them over the last year to know every curve by heart. They were a little too perky and round and perfect to be God-given, but they were absolutely perfect. Any man who turned up his nose at them was either blind or a complete fool.

And with all things that came in a package that promised to be too good to be true, Wyatt had stayed far away from her. No, sir. Not him. Besides, he had other plans for himself this holiday season, like getting to know Dorrie Diamond better. Dorrie was petite, cute and most importantly, one of the only single women in town under the age of sixty and over the age of eighteen. Not to mention that she was black, this was even rarer in Sibleyville. She was 28 years old and Wyatt had decided that she was perfect for his plan. He wanted to start a family and judging from the longing he saw in her eyes when she saw babies, so did she. Quinn Sibley was nowhere in that plan. Not one beautiful inch of her.

"Wyatt!" Quinn exclaimed, as if he were a long lost friend.

When Wyatt only gaped in response, Quinn threw her arms around him and squeezed her ample breasts against his chest and, God help him, Wyatt moved closer to her, allowing himself for a moment to accept that this was not a fantasy.

Ever since he had first met Quinn Sibley in Sibleyville last year, she had been the name in lights in his daydreams and fantasies. She and her two sisters had come to Sibleyville to live in their grandfather's boyhood home for a few weeks in hopes of inheriting Max Sibley's considerable fortune. There had been no fortune, but the women had left a mark on Sibleyville. Quinn's sister, Charlie, had married Wyatt's best friend, Graham, and the two had spent the last year essentially disgusting everyone with their lovesick, puppy-dog looks and cuddly exchanges. Thankfully, Charlie and Graham spent most of their time in Los Angeles.

The few times Wyatt had seen Quinn since she and her sisters had left town had been just enough to let him know that it hadn't been a joke: this woman had a hold on him. She knew it, which probably explained why she treated him like snail dung on the bottom of her shoe. And glutton for punishment that he was, Wyatt still could not stop thinking about her. Or her body and those lips, to put it more accurately. It was pure lust, and lust could be controlled. Or so Wyatt had heard.

"You're looking good, Wyatt," Quinn gushed, as she not so subtly positioned him so that they both faced the camera. "What has it been? Five, six months? Too long, right? We're practically family. We shouldn't wait this long to see each other."

It took him a while because he did have the most perfect pair of breasts pressed against him a few seconds ago, but Wyatt finally realized that it was not an accident that Quinn and a camera crew were hogging his porch.

"Quinn," he finally said.

He glanced at the cameras and the men in flannel shirts and khaki shirts standing around the porch, watching the scene with bored expressions. One man blew a bubble, then popped it and continued to chew like a cow.

Wyatt stepped closer to her and turned his back to the cameras. He asked, flatly, "What is going on?"

"I've got a chance of a lifetime for you, Wyatt," Quinn continued excitedly, ignoring his question. She flashed a smile at the camera, then turned back to Wyatt,

"I'm documenting one of the most exciting moments of my life—my homecoming to Sibleyville—"

"Homecoming?" he repeated, blankly. "You're not from—"

She squeezed his arm—hard—and continued to smile at the camera. "I have been picked to star in a Helmut Ledenhault movie. Yes, that's right, Wyatt, the Helmut Ledenhault. And, even more, exciting, Helmut has chosen to film the movie here in Sibleyville. Our little town. And here is the really best part, Wyatt. Are you ready for this?"

"No."

Like a runaway train, she ignored his distinct lack of enthusiasm and plodded on. "We want to film the movie here in the Granger Funeral Home!" Wyatt shook his head in disbelief, and this time she pinched him on the back of his arm. He flinched in surprise. Her camera-worthy smile never faltered. "Two weeks, at the most, Wyatt. What do you stay? Are you ready to be a star?"

Wyatt stared at her uncomprehendingly for a moment. For the first time, her bright smile faltered for a second as she nervously glanced at the camera and then back to him.

Wyatt cleared his throat, then said to the crew, "Can you guys give us a minute?"

"Cut, cut, cut!" roared an irritated male voice.

Wyatt squinted against the lights as a man walked up the porch steps from the darkness of the front lawn. The man stood no taller than Quinn's shoulder, and while Quinn wasn't a short woman at close to five-foot-eight, that meant the man wasn't exactly tall. He had a bad hairpiece that sat askew atop his head, and thick black-rimmed eyeglasses covered beady blue eyes that were perched above a beady nose and a beady mouth, if a mouth could be beady. He was dressed in an allkhaki outfit for a day on safari—or at least how movie stars in the 1940s dressed for a day on safari—with the white scarf tied around his neck.

"Quinn, what the hell is going on here?" the man shouted in a thick German accent, jabbing his hands on his hips. "You said that this wouldn't be a problem. That this was all just a formality. That you had this cowboy wrapped around your little finger. It doesn't look like he's wrapped around your little finger. In fact, it looks to me like he's on the verge of saying no, and he cannot be saying no when we need to start filming this movie in one week."

Wyatt stepped in between Quinn and the fuming man. Wyatt kept his voice even as he pinned the man with a hard glare and said, "I don't know where exactly you're from, little man, and I don't care, but around here we don't talk to ladies like that. Comprende?"

Some of the anger drained from the man's expression as he shot an uncertain glance over his shoulder at the camera crew.

"Were you filming that? I said to cut. Don't you idiots know the meaning of the word? I'll put it more simple for the un-evolved around us. Turn! Off! The! Cameras!" Helmut screamed at the crew, since he realized that screaming at Quinn was no longer an option.

The other men did a poor show of hiding their smiles and nods of appreciation at Wyatt. The lights and cameras went out.

"Wyatt, please," Quinn snapped, irritated, stepping around Wyatt. She sent the man an apologetic smile.

"He's from Sibleyville, Helmut. He doesn't know any better. He's really sorry for threatening you."

"I did not sign up for amateur hour," Helmut spat at her. He waved to the enraptured camera crew. "Let's leave this town before we start to smell like it."

"Helmut, wait," Quinn pleaded, running around the man to block the porch steps. "Wyatt will let us use the house, right, Wyatt?" She stared at him imploringly.

Wyatt ignored Quinn and pinned Helmut with another hard glare.

Helmut flinched, then turned to Quinn. "You need me much more than I need you, Quinn. Remember that. You have one week, and then I find a new location and a new lead actress. One week."

"One week?" she sputtered in disbelief. "But, it's Christmas—"

"Merry Christmas, Quinn."

With pat of his proverbial hair, he descended the steps towards a waiting van. The camera crew mumbled amongst themselves and slowly followed. There was no sound in the neighborhood as the two minivans filled up and drove down the oak tree-lined street toward the highway.

Wyatt glanced down the dark street at the other houses...

Product Details

• Mass Market Paperback: 288 pages
• Publisher: Kimani (December 1, 2007)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 0373860463
• ISBN-13: 978-0373860463
• Product Dimensions: 6.4 x 4.2 x 0.8 inches
• Shipping Weight: 0.8 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
• Average Customer Review: 4.7 out of 5 stars See all reviews (3 customer reviews)
• Amazon.com Sales Rank: #948,769 in Books (See Bestsellers in Books)

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2 of 2 people found the following review helpful:

4.0 out of 5 stars Love at First Touch, November 20, 2007

By	Malaika Tamu "Sweet n' Sassy" (New Jersey) - See all my reviews

"At First Touch", is the second installment in the "Sibley Sisters" series and I found it to be just as entertaining as the first book. Once again, Ms. Sneed captured the feel of a small country town, the attractions, the gossip, and the sense of community, it made the imaginary town of "Sibleyville" feel so real, especially with the Christmas holiday. I enjoy this family they are funny as all get out! The characters, main and secondary will definitely have you LOL at their antics throughout. It's like watching a romantic comedy. Despite several typos, Ms. Sneed creates a pleasant storyline and the dialogue is quite witty. The chemistry between Wyatt and Quinn is electric and comical. The love scenes are very sensual! When Quinn is with Wyatt, he seems to bring out the best in her. He makes her feel comfortable enough to drop the "ALL ABOUT ME" act she always put on for everyone else. Wyatt makes her want be totally honest with him. He makes her feel free for the first time in her life. Even though she keeps him at arms length in the beginning, she slowly starts to see Wyatt in a new light, when he smiles at her and when she looks in his eyes, she can't deny the desire that's clearly evident. But does he see the REAL Quinn or is he seeing the "daytime television diva" like most men. Can their love survive their differences?!! Will Quinn just use Wyatt to get what she wants?!! Is Wyatt willing to take a leap of faith with Quinn or will he remain in the security of his small town mortuary doing a job he's absolutely no good at and doesn't enjoy at all?!! Overall it's a very enjoyable, quick read! Can't wait find out what happens with Kendra Sibley.

5.0 out of 5 stars Loved it!, May 10, 2008

By	Melinda Cummings (Memphis, TN) - See all my reviews (REAL NAME)

First let me start off by saying that if you ever want to read a book that makes you laugh pick up a Tamara Sneed book. I re-read her books when I want humor with my romance. This book is no exception to Mrs. Sneed's style of writing. Although in my opinion this book is not as funny as First Sight, it is just as good. I felt sorry for the leading man at times. Boy was Quinn mean to Wyatt. In the end she saw the light and found the love of her life. I can't wait to read about Kendra.

1 of 2 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars Tamara Sneed's books are "off the chain"!!!, December 10, 2007

By	Gina M. (So. California) - See all my reviews

I always enjoy Tamara Sneed's books. I could not put this one down and I found myself laughing out loud quite a few times. I can't wait until Ms. Sneed writes Kendra's story. Kendra is hot mess...LOL. I wonder who her dream guy will be. Looking forward to the next book.