BOOK BLITZ: Me Tarzan You Jane By, Camelia Miron Skiba

Adult Contemporary

Released December 2014

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Moving on doesn’t always have to mean goodbye.

Widowed makeup artist Jane Sullivan is more comfortable keeping her husband’s memory alive than dating a pool full of sharks. Ella, her 4 year-old daughter, is her whole world.

When Jane meets Lucas Oliver, famous cover model, it’s hate at first sight. His playboy persona rubs her the wrong way.

Accustomed to every woman fawning over him, Lucas is drawn to the shy, uncompromising single mom and completely melts at the sight of Ella. He is determined to convince Jane that sometimes a second chance can mend a broken heart. 

“Who’s this lovely young lady?” Crouched next to Ella, Lucas looks like a giant. Dark jeans stretch over his muscled thighs. I hear Lana sighing.

It takes a lot of control not to grab my daughter and shelter her from Lucas. Take her away where he can’t even see her, let alone talk to her.

“I’m not allowed to talk to strangers, mister.” Ella looks at me for approval.

I nod and smile at her, but my smile fades at Madame V’s words, “He’s not a stranger, ma petite. He’s my friend and your mommy lets you talk to him. Right, Jane?”

Lucas looks at me for the first time since entering the room, one eyebrow as cocked as his confidence.

“Right,” I say between my teeth.

“My name is Ella, Ella Rae Sulliban.” My daughter extends her chubby hand and looks at Lucas with that expression I know so well when someone piques her interest. Oh, no, not my daughter, too!

Lucas takes her hand in his and kisses it, which earns him a giggle from Ella. “Oh, Ella, Ella Rae Sullivan, are you a princess?” He squints his eyes. “Or maybe a fairy? You look like one, you know? So beautiful, where did you come from?”

“From my mommy’s belly.” Ella points toward me then adds, “And what’s your name, mister?”

There’s laugh behind Lucas’ covered mouth and I thank him silently for not laughing aloud at Ella’s innocent answer.

“My name is Lucas, Lucas Oliver. Pleased to meet you, Ella, Ella Rae Sullivan.”

Ella giggles. “No, it’s only Ella Rae Sulliban.” She raises one finger, “Not Ella, Ella Rae Sulliban.” Now there are two fingers up in the air right in front of Lucas’ face.

“Isn’t she adorable?” Madame V gets up from the chair and kneels next to Lucas and Ella, even though I’m not done with her makeup, nor is Lana with the hairdo. “We should put photos of her in the magazine, what do you think?”

Lucas straightens and hooks both hands in his front pockets, the faded blue V-neck shirt tight over his muscles. A playful smile breezes over his lips, but the smile doesn’t reach his kiwi-green eyes. Staring at me he says, “She doesn’t do photos.”

About the Author

I WRITE. I LIVE. I LOVE. I DREAM. I WRITE.

I’m a dreamer

I’m a sinner

I love my books

I conjure hooks

And heroes with good looks

Romance is my guilty pleasure

Taking me to places with new decor

Come join me if you dare

I promise not to bore

If you like to read my stories

Pray my husband continues snorin’

For he’s the one who keeps me up at night

When I give my heroes wings and flight.

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