Lesson in Romance
Her heart skipped a beat when Alex leaned into the microphone and thanked the band.His baritone voice sounded even sexier reverberating through the small room. Cara watched in amusement as a small crowd immediately gathered around the stage. Many were women, both young and old, with cameras in their hand, primping and waiting for the perfect photo opportunity.Over the next few minutes, Alex posed for every picture and signed every autograph. If this is what it’s like to be famous, she’d pass. She was glad the only notoriety she’d ever have was the full-page ad in the Yellow Pages for Beacon House. Cara straightened as Alex slid into the booth next to her. “Why didn’t you warn me about the groupies? I am seething with jealousy over here.”He draped his arm around the back of the booth, and she unconsciously inched closer to him. “There’s no competition here.” He twisted a lock of her hair around his finger and tugged on it playfully. “You’re still my biggest fan right?” She lifted her eyes to his and nodded, wishing inside that he knew, that she had the courage to tell him, just how much of a fan she was.He laid his hand against her cheek, and she felt his warm breath on her lips. “And I’m yours.” Their lips melted together in quiet intensity, and everything else – their fear, their pasts, and their uncertain future – disappeared.
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You canât teach this kind of passionâ¦
Alex Dovington is a man with a secret. The internationally famous jazz musician never learned to read. If the worldâand his legions of fansâknew, it would be a disaster. When he learns Cara Williams has been hired to teach him, he is reluctant to follow the plan. The sultry teacher will be given only three days to teach the music legend everything she knows. But the instructor becomes the student when Alex turns their mountaintop classroom into a sensual duet of passion.
Cara will do anything to keep the doors of her Harlem literacy center open. Even tutor the scandalously handsome saxophone player at his romantic weekend retreat. Alex may be schooling her in the fine art of lovemaking, but Cara has her own secretâone that could tear them apart forever.â¦
Her heart skipped a beat when Alex leaned into the microphone and thanked the band. His baritone voice sounded even sexier reverberating through the small room.
Cara watched in amusement as a small crowd immediately gathered around the stage. Many were women, both young and old, with cameras in their hands, primping and waiting for the perfect photo opportunity. Over the next few minutes Alex posed for every picture and signed every autograph.
If this was what it was like to be famous, sheâd pass. She was glad the only notoriety sheâd ever have was the full-page ad for Beacon House in the yellow pages.
Cara straightened as Alex slid into the booth next to her.
âWhy didnât you warn me about the groupies? I am seething with jealousy over here.â
He draped his arm around the back of the booth, and she unconsciously inched closer to him. âThereâs no competition here.â He twisted a lock of her hair around his finger and tugged on it playfully. âYouâre still my biggest fan, right?â
She lifted her eyes to his and nodded, wishing that he knew, that she had the courage to tell him, just how much of a fan she was.
He laid his hand against her cheek, and she felt his warm breath on her lips. âAnd Iâm yours.â
Their lips melted together in quiet intensity, and everything elseâtheir fear, their pasts and their uncertain futureâdisappeared.
HARMONY EVANS
writes sexy, emotional contemporary love stories for women. A former jazz/classical pianist and radio announcer, she is currently a single mom with an overactive imagination still searching for her own happily-ever-after. For more love stories that last a lifetime, visit www.harmonyevans.com or follow @harmonyannevans.
Dear Reader,
What if you couldnât read the words on this page, a letter from your child or husband, or a menu? Those are the sobering questions I asked myself one day and what drove me to write Lesson in Romance, my debut novel.
I am always crushing on hot jazz musicians, so Alex is the culmination of my dreams. Although he canât read, the notes he plays on his saxophone and the touch of his hands speak only pleasure. His sexy looks and vulnerability are irresistible to Cara, whoâs on a mission to help end illiteracy in her Harlem community. Along with the ABCâs, sheâs teaching Alex how to trust and love again. The secrets and experiences they share along the way will change their lives forever.
How has the gift of love and reading affected your life? Please share your thoughts with me at [email protected]!
Be blessed,
Harmony Evans
Iâd like to thank Nancy Oakley, Founder,
Project Learn, for her time and patience in answering my endless questions about tutoring adult nonreaders and the issues surrounding illiteracy. Thanks to Mom and Dad, for loving me and teaching me how to read. Finally, thanks to Michelle Tackla-Wallace, for believing in me.
To my beautiful daughter Angelina,
my first and dearest fan.
Contents
Chapter 1
Cara stepped out of the taxi on West 135th Street in Harlem clutching her briefcase like a life preserver, her eyes fixed on the building before her. The growling sounds of a saxophone poured out through an open window belonging to Alex Dovington, a man sheâd wanted to meet for nearly thirteen years.
And the same man she had to teach how to readâ¦in three days.
A cramp gripped her stomach like a vise and she bit her lower lip against the hard ridge of pain. For the millionth time, she questioned herself. Could she do this? If Alex found out who she really was, there was no telling how he would react.
The truth was she had no choice.
Her heels crunched through rust-colored leaves as she walked up the stairs of his home, an ornate renovated brownstone. Inhaling the earthy fragrance of the air calmed her nerves.
How she loved autumn! The season was especially beautiful in New York City. But lately, sheâd been so busy trying to raise funds for Beacon House, the adult literacy center sheâd founded and struggled to keep open, she barely noticed the warm days blending into cool nights.
