DeAnna
Cameron writes novels featuring feisty heroines transformed by true love and
belly dance—the oldest and most exciting dance form in the world. Her novels
have been translated into Japanese, Polish, and Serbian, and her work has been
praised for its “deft prose, energetic characters and . . . colorful images” by
RT Book Reviews and called “most entertaining” by the Historical Novel Review.
Before turning to fiction, DeAnna worked as a journalist, writing and editing
for several Southern California newspapers and magazines. She’s a member of
Romance Writers of America, as well as its Orange County chapter. When she
isn’t working on her next novel, she can usually be found at her jeweler’s
bench, creating new wire-wrap, bead, and multimedia designs. She lives in
Orange County, Calif., with her family. 
Blurb:
Juggling
two jobs to keep her belly dance studio afloat keeps Abby Anderson’s mind off
her shattered love life—until a reawakened pain sends her into the arms of an
anonymous stranger she plucks from the audience of her tribal belly dance show.
No names, no strings, no romance. She tells herself it’s a harmless hookup.
Until
he turns up at her day job . . .
Derek
Collier, the sexy heir to the Collier media dynasty, just landed everything
he’s always wanted: the publisher’s seat at the Orange County Herald. Except
his first order of business is to sell the newspaper. Reeling from his family’s
betrayal, his only comfort is the memory of that mysterious belly dancer and
the perfect night they spent together.
He
won’t rest until he finds her again.
She’ll
lose everything if he does.
Excerpt:
Only one thing could divert his thoughts tonight, and she
was standing in front of him, just out of reach.
He bridged the distance and touched her porcelain white
chin.
“Is this all right?” he asked.
She covered his hand with her own and nuzzled into it.
“We seemed to have skipped the introductions,” he said, his
eyes locked on that smooth, soft cheek. “I suppose I have the advantage. I
already know who you are, Zenina, so maybe I should tell you I’m—”
She stopped his mouth with a quick finger. “No names,” she
said, her chocolate eyes widening. “No numbers. Nothing. All right? Let’s just
enjoy tonight.”
She didn’t want to get to know him? Or force him to get to
know her? No hoops to jump through, no empty promises to make?
She really was perfect.
She took his hand from her shoulder and guided it down the
front of her, over the rise of her breast, the soft slope of her belly, the
ridge of her belts and scarves.
His chest thudded at the feel of her. His mind froze.
She stopped his hand and pulled it away.
“Do we have a deal?” she purred.
“Oh yeah,” he said, his heartbeat racing, his breath coming
fast. “You can have whatever you want.”
A slow, sexy smile crept across her face and she rose on her
toes to whisper in his ear. “Just for tonight, handsome. Just one night.”
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