Ten Ways to Melt a Man's Heart

I know what you’re thinking. Ten Ways? That many? Well, in my story there are, and you’ll laugh all the way through them.

Since this is the month of LOVE, and I get to talk about any love story, I want to choose this one. Why? Because love can be fun, too – which I describe in this story. Before writing this, I read a lot of articles on the different ways women thought they could win a man’s heart. I chose a few of my own and bundled them all into this knee-slapping, good read!

The other reason I’m going to talk about Ten Ways To Melt A Man’s Heart is because the book will be out of contract at the end of this month, so hurry now to order before it’s too late. When Champagne Books first contracted my story, publisher was a little hesitant to publish a contemporary under Phyllis Campbell’s name because to this point, Phyllis Campbell had only written historicals and was a best seller with her historicals.

Thankfully, publisher went ahead and published Ten Ways…and this book was a record-breaker for Champagne. The first time they had so many sales for one book in such a short amount of time! When review sites reviewed my story, they were handing over the 5-star reviews and Recommended Reads! Ten Ways gave me my title – Queen Of Sexual Tension. One reviewer gave me this title and the other reviewers followed. I wear it proudly. (grins)

5-Hearts! Phyllis Campbell has to have the title of Queen of Sexual Tension. She knows how to wind it up tight and have the reader sitting on the edge of her seat waiting for the big O. Captivated from the first page, this reviewer ooh’ed, aah’ed laughed out loud and sighed throughout the book. Ms. Campbell has created a luscious hero. Damien is not all he makes out to be and there are secrets and hidden depths to this wonderful man. Charlene is sunny, sexy and so accident-prone. Her accidents and misgivings will have the reader laughing. Even Max, who is shown at first to be not so sympathetic, is redeemed at the end. A satisfying read from start to finish and well deserving of five hearts!! Highly recommended! – Val / Love Romances

Here’s an excerpt from this book –

Tears threatened, and it wasn’t because of the pain in her head. Plain and simple, she was a loser. She couldn’t do anything right when it came to men.

Reluctantly, Charlene opened the door and climbed out of her BMW. When she slammed the door, the echo rang through the deserted street, mimicking the loneliness of her heart.

A tear slipped free, then others joined. She clutched her purse to her chest, trying to hold back the sob ready to burst forth as she shuffled toward her front door. Before she reached it, Damien’s door opened and she quickly wiped her tears. When he stepped out on the porch, he stopped. His gaze stayed on her.

Relief flooded through her body. Her chest ached, her throat burned. He was the only person she wanted to see right now.
His gaze wandered over her face. His eyes widened, then his forehead crinkled. “Charley? What’s wrong?”

The concern in his voice made an ache form in her heart. Tears fell freely once again. He held his arms open and she rushed to him, pressing her face against his black leather jacket. Her sobs echoed around them. His embrace tightened around her.

“Mí amore, what’s wrong?” he repeated with a tender voice.
When she didn’t say anything – couldn’t find the strength to pull away from him, he lifted her in his arms and stepped back into his house. He raised her face enough to press it against his neck. His spice scent smelled so good, so sexy. Like always
.
The gentle stroke of his hand in her hair soothed her cries, calming her the way only Damien could. He took her to his couch and sat. She remained in his lap, and cursed herself for enjoying every second of it.

But she loved him.

She caught her breath and bit her bottom lip. When had this happened? The bigger question was...did she want it to happen?
Taking a refreshing breath, she finally lifted her head and gazed into his caring eyes. Soft and gray. So dreamy and laced with concern. Her heart clenched harder. She wanted him in her life. She wanted him to love her, to devote himself to her and only her. Would he ever do that?

He swiped his thumb over her cheek, brushing away more tears. “Will you tell me what’s wrong?”

She nodded and cleared her throat. “I’m up to strike six. Good thing I’m not playing baseball, huh?”

“What happened?”

She tried forcing a laugh, but it didn’t come across as humor. The squeak sounded pathetic. “You wouldn’t think I could mess this one up, but I did.”

“Did you talk to him about the Three Stooges?”

“Yes.”

“He didn’t like it?”

“Oh, he liked it, all right. He thought my version of Curly’s n’yuck, n’yuck, n’yuck was amusing.”

“Then what went wrong?”

She shrugged. “I thought, being a Stooge fan and all, that he’d be prepared when I did the fingers-in-the-eyes trick.” She shook her head. “He wasn’t. His eyes watered for nearly a half-hour, and even when he left work, they were still red. If he goes blind, it’ll be my fault.”

Damien’s lips twitched, yet his eyes still drooped with sympathy. Through her misery, there was humor in everything, and a smile tugged at her lips. Soon, his smile widened.

“Oh, Damien, why didn’t he block my poke?” She rubbed her forehead and sighed.

He chuckled. “I don’t know, mí amore.” He pushed a lock of hair behind her ear. “Perhaps he’s scolding himself for not doing it at this very moment.”

She laughed. “Oh, I’m sure he’s doing a lot more than scolding. He’s probably at the eye doctor discussing surgery this very moment.”

He shook his head. “God, I love your sense of humor.”
His laughing eyes grabbed her, pulled her in. Her heartbeat quickened. His square, clean-shaven jaw tempted her to touch it, so she did, cupping her hand on the side of his face. It was smooth against her palm, and she imagined how it would feel against her bare skin...against her bare breasts...her bare thighs... Heated tingles surged through her body, moistening certain parts that cried out to him and only him.

Why did the picture in her mind seem so real?

Had he been in her room the night of the Christmas party? Had it been his hands, his lips driving her mad with desire?

Her heart hammered and moisture gathered between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together, hoping to make the crazy sensation rushing throughout her body disappear.

She stared at his lips, remembering the way they glided sensually over her body. Had it really been a dream? She’d kissed Damien only a couple of times, and his lips were very gentle. Perhaps she’d just imagined the time when they’d almost made love on her bed after the Christmas party.

His expression softened, the gray in his eyes darkening and his lips parting. She had to kiss him. Now! Her heart jumped and lodged itself in her throat.

She continued to lean forward, slowly, and waited for him to stop her.

He didn’t. She closed her eyes and their lips touched.

His hands bracketed her head, holding her in place. Her heart soared. She nibbled on his parted lips, sucking the lower lip inside her mouth. He let out a small moan before slanting his mouth over hers and slipping his tongue inside.

Electric pleasure ripped through every nerve in her body, heating her blood to boiling. A sigh escaped her, sounding more like a groan. She threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling his face to hers as she partook of his erotic kiss. This was exactly what her dream had been like. Now everything was real. That night had been real.

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~Phyllis~
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