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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: large;">M</span>ia tentatively grabbed two handfuls of Gio’s leather jacket as he veered onto the parkway and picked up speed, easing the motorcycle through the graceful wooded hills and valleys of Rock Creek Park. The night air was cold and invigorating, much of it blocked from her by Gio’s sheer size and his broad shoulders. Mia wrapped her arms around him and tucked her hands in his coat pockets. She scooted up close and rested against his back, enticed by the scent of leather, leaning in and out of the curves with him, exhilarated by speed and adventure. Exhilarated by <i>him</i>. He felt strong and sturdy in her embrace, raw power emanating from him and the rumbling motorcycle. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">At this late hour, they were often alone on the parkway, encountering only an occasional passing car. The surreal thrill of it all swirled through Mia, and her blood tingled. She couldn’t help but wonder what other enticing adventures she’d been missing out on. If any of them were half as exciting as this, she was totally game.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">After a good twenty minutes, he pulled onto Wyoming Avenue in Northwest DC. Mia’s quiet, upscale neighborhood practically vibrated with the noise of the motorcycle. She squeezed Gio’s biceps and pointed up the block to the house where she lived, disappointed her time on the bike was nearly up. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Gio eased the bike into her driveway, stopped, cut the engine, and set the kickstand. He stood and took off his gloves and helmet, his dark hair wild and tousled. Mia’s stomach fluttered at the sight of him, his dark eyes glinting in the moonlight. She fussed with the chin strap of her helmet just to have something else to focus on. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Let me help you with that.” He hung his helmet on the handlebar, hoisted one of his long legs over the bike, and sat facing her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Gio had been magnetic, even with his back to her. But facing her, he was irresistible. Her insides were a knot of nerves and excitement…and expectation? Was he experiencing the raw chemistry she was feeling? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">He tried to unclasp her chin strap, but had difficulty with the catch. Leaning in, he took a closer look. “Enjoy the ride?” he asked, his lips mere inches from hers. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“More than I even imagined I would,” she said softly. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The strap loosened and she tipped her chin with the shifting weight of the helmet. Her lips brushed his ever so lightly and he drew back. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Mia’s heart clamored as he captivated her with his questioning gaze, and she willed herself not to look away. He gently swept his fingertips along her jawline, threaded his fingers through her hair, and pulled her toward him. Her helmet fell to the ground as his lips met hers—strong, supple, and searching. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Mia melted into his kiss, alive with anticipation and overcome with an aching need she hadn’t realized was there. A cool night breeze rustled the shrubs in the nearby hedge, and she shivered. Gio clutched her waist, lifted her onto him as if she were nearly weightless, and wrapped his jacket around her. His lips never left hers, each slow sweep of his tongue seducing her senseless. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">He braced his feet on the ground as she straddled him, one hand around his neck with a fistful of his silky dark hair, the other stroking his sandpapery cheek. She’d never pictured herself in a position like this—but that made her even more into it. Her blood ran hot, pulsing through her as if it carried sparks. She shifted on his lap and his breath hitched—maybe the sexiest sound she’d ever heard.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Gio,” she said breathlessly, liking the sound of his name on her lips. “Let’s go inside.”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">After fleeing D.C. following a one-night stand that had her reeling, biotech company heiress Mia Moncure has thrived working with a humanitarian aid team administering vaccines in Haiti. When the United States is threatened with a flu epidemic, Mia's grandmother demands her return to unveil a new flu vaccine for Moncure Therapeutics. She arrives to find that her ex-boyfriend, the company's PR Director, has died in a suspicious accident in Switzerland that Mia soon suspects was murder.<br /><br />Determined to reveal a killer, Mia heads to Switzerland where she's threatened as she discovers a plan to infiltrate the vaccine for nefarious purposes. Desperate for backup, she turns to sexy Gio Lorenzo, Communications Director for her mother, a high-ranking senator--and Mia's one-night stand. While negotiating their rocky relationship, they race to uncover a deadly scheme that could ruin her family's reputation. But millions of people are being vaccinated, and there's more than her family's legacy at stake. Mia and Gio struggle to discover the truth about the scheme and their feelings for each other, but it just might be too late. </span></div>
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"One of the best romantic suspense novels I have read in a while. The suspense is super tense. The characters are real and easy to relate to, and the chemistry between Gio and Mia is hot, hot, and hotter. The plot has many twists and turns--some that will leave you gasping for air--and the premise is utterly chilling." ~ <i>Night Owl Reviews TOP PICK!</i></div>
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<span inherit="">"If I'd have known senators had guys like Gio hanging around I'd have stalked Capitol Hill for a man. Hot, sexy and he has a motorbike too. The only person I loved more was Mia. These are two characters you're going to root for from minute one and the plot will keep you hooked until the end. A must read." ~ <i>Patricia Eimer via Amazon</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Mia
tentatively grabbed two handfuls of Gio’s leather jacket as he veered onto the
parkway and picked up speed, easing the motorcycle through the graceful wooded
hills and valleys of Rock Creek Park. The night air was cold and invigorating,
much of it blocked from her by Gio’s sheer size and his broad shoulders. Mia
wrapped her arms around him and tucked her hands in his coat pockets. She
scooted up close and rested against his back, enticed by the scent of leather,
leaning in and out of the curves with him, exhilarated by speed and adventure.
Exhilarated by <i>him</i>. He felt strong
and sturdy in her embrace, raw power emanating from him and the rumbling
motorcycle. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">At
this late hour, they were often alone on the parkway, encountering only an
occasional passing car. The surreal thrill of it all swirled through Mia, and
her blood tingled. She couldn’t help but wonder what other enticing adventures
she’d been missing out on. If any of them were half as exciting as this, she
was totally game.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">After
a good twenty minutes, he pulled onto Wyoming Avenue in Northwest DC. Mia’s
quiet, upscale neighborhood practically vibrated with the noise of the
motorcycle. She squeezed Gio’s biceps and pointed up the block to the house
where she lived, disappointed her time on the bike was nearly up. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Gio
eased the bike into her driveway, stopped, cut the engine, and set the
kickstand. He stood and took off his gloves and helmet, his dark hair wild and
tousled. Mia’s stomach fluttered at the sight of him, his dark eyes glinting in
the moonlight. She fussed with the chin strap of her helmet just to have
something else to focus on. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Let
me help you with that.” He hung his helmet on the handlebar, hoisted one of his
long legs over the bike, and sat facing her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Gio
had been magnetic, even with his back to her. But facing her, he was
irresistible. Her insides were a knot of nerves and excitement…and expectation?
Was he experiencing the raw chemistry she was feeling? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">He
tried to unclasp her chin strap, but had difficulty with the catch. Leaning in,
he took a closer look. “Enjoy the ride?” he asked, his lips mere inches from
hers. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“More
than I even imagined I would,” she said softly. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The
strap loosened and she tipped her chin with the shifting weight of the helmet.
Her lips brushed his ever so lightly and he drew back. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Mia’s
heart clamored as he captivated her with his questioning gaze, and she willed
herself not to look away. He gently swept his fingertips along her jawline,
threaded his fingers through her hair, and pulled her toward him. Her helmet fell
to the ground as his lips met hers—strong, supple, and searching. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Mia
melted into his kiss, alive with anticipation and overcome with an aching need
she hadn’t realized was there. A cool night breeze rustled the shrubs in the
nearby hedge, and she shivered. Gio clutched her waist, lifted her onto him as
if she were nearly weightless, and wrapped his jacket around her. His lips
never left hers, each slow sweep of his tongue seducing her senseless. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">He
braced his feet on the ground as she straddled him, one hand around his neck
with a fistful of his silky dark hair, the other stroking his sandpapery cheek.
She’d never pictured herself in a position like this—but that made her even
more into it. Her blood ran hot, pulsing through her as if it carried sparks.
She shifted on his lap and his breath hitched—maybe the sexiest sound she’d
ever heard.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Gio,”
she said breathlessly, liking the sound of his name on her lips. “Let’s go
inside.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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getaway with <em>Tempted in the Tropics</em>,
my new sweet-and-sassy, enemies-to-lovers romance!</span></strong> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">One super-sexy doctor…<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">One feisty bakery owner…<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">One conversation starts their feud. <o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: large;"><strong>But when they end up at a friend’s wedding
in St. Lucia, will the sultry heat between them bring a temporary truce?</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 150%;">Lane
reached out and tugged at the knot of Paige's towel, his fingertips skimming the
super-sensitive skin at her waist. A rush of sensation pulsed through her,
lingering long after his touch. The towel quickly fell free. He caught it
before it slipped to the ground and slung it over his shoulder. “Consider this
your first time,” he said, his tone low and husky.</span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 150%;">Good
Lord… </span></i><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 150%;">Paige could hardly blink. If this was any indication of
the doc’s bedside manner, she could only hope for long-term, intensive
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">Get your copy </span></strong><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Tempted-Tropics-Suddenly-Entangled-ebook/dp/B00EMTDMFA/ref=pd_sim_kstore_5" target="_blank"><strong><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">here!</span></strong></a></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">What
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Tropics</i>:</span></b></div>
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<span class="readable"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">“Oh. My. Gosh. I so loved Tempted in
the Tropics. There are some absolutely laugh-out-loud funny scenes in this book
as well as some very sweet and tender "aw" moments. </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span class="readable"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Entertaining from start to finish with
the perfect blend of romance, laughter, and passion.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>~Amy Remus, So Many Reads</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span class="readable"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"></span></span></span><span class="readable"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">"I devoured this in one go, swooning
and sighing over one very delectable and dishy doctor. With loveable
characters, a captivating storyline, and set in a descriptively beautiful
setting, I was smitten and loved every page.” ~Nicola Armstrong, Goodreads</span></span></div>
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<span class="readable"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">“This is a terrific book! The
storyline is fresh, modern and engaging. A fast-paced read with sexy seduction
scenes that sizzle with heat.” ~LJT, Goodreads</span></span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" />
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</span><span class="readable"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: large;"><strong>Tempted in the Tropics</strong></span></i></span><span class="readable"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="font-size: large;"> is the second
book in the Suddenly Smitten series that began with </span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Practice-Proposal-Entangled-ebook/dp/B00BQMOGKQ/ref=pd_sim_kstore_6" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>The Practice Proposal</strong></span></a><span id="goog_74608194"></span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/"></a><span id="goog_74608195"></span><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>.</strong> Both can be
read as a standalone stories, yet they’re twice as fun together!</span> <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Tracy Marchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01322169377385611677noreply@blogger.com103tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1717779260228142634.post-91244980348280126962013-03-07T15:26:00.005-08:002013-06-29T12:46:50.109-07:00The latest!<br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>INTERVIEWS</b></span><br />
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<span class="bluebold">Tracy is featured on the DMZone:</span><br />
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<b><span style="color: blue;">AWARDS AND RECOGNITION</span></b><br />
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<a href="http://www.tracymarch.com/girl-three.php" target="_blank"><b><i>Girl Three</i></b></a> was awarded:
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<li><b>First Place</b>—2010 Fire and Ice Contest<br />
<i>Mainstream Novel with Romantic Elements</i><br />
Chicago-North Chapter of Romance Writers of America </li>
<li><b>First Place</b>—2010 Sheila Contest<br />
<i>Mainstream Novel with Romantic Elements</i><br />
Valley Forge Chapter of Romance Writers of America </li>
<li><b>Second Place</b>—2010 Orange Rose Contest<br />
<i>All entries judged collectively regardless of genre</i><br />
Orange County Chapter of Romance Writers of America</li>
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<b><span style="color: blue;">EVENTS</span></b><br />
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<b>New Jersey Romance Writers' Put Your Heart in a Book Conference</b><br />
<strong>Workshop Presenter</strong><br />
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October 18-19, 2013<br />
Renaissance Woodbridge Hotel <br />
Iselin, NJ<br />
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