How about a Snippet from SWAY:
Levi Warner is an established, older man—wealthy, powerful, and above all, respectable. Then Levi meets Daisy, an uninhibited 24-year-old dance instructor and artist, not exactly the kind of woman Levi is accustomed to. But the young, free spirit, brings out something in him he only experienced in fantasies. When their scorching affair turns into something unexpectedly deeper, Levi finds himself torn between preserving his reputation, and exploring a wilder and much more satisfying kind of life.
Cherished featuring SWAY by LAUREN DANE
Copyright 2012, Lauren Dane
All Rights Reserved, The Berkley Publishing Group
Releasing in Trade Paper and Digital Formats, August 6, 2012
Levi pulled into the driveway and caught sight of her immediately. The dress, the red dress he’d chosen, was vivid against winter’s gray. She stood on the stoop of the gallery speaking animatedly to an older woman she looked a whole lot like.
He froze a moment. This was like meeting the parents. And he hadn’t done that for many, many years.
He made himself walk from his car up to the steps. He was a grown-ass man and he could meet someone’s grandma without proposing marriage.
Daisy turned and caught sight of him. Her smile drew him closer.
“Take a coat. It’s a pretty dress, but you need a coat or you’ll get a cold.” The little old woman looked him up and down. “He’s wearing a coat. See?”
Daisy nodded sagely. “You’re right. Levi Warner, this is my grandmother, Delores Huerta. Grandma, this is Levi.”
He took her hand and shook. She appeared fragile, but her grip told him otherwise.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Huerta.”
She smiled at him, a twinkle of mischief in her eyes and he liked her immensely right then.
“Make her put on a coat.” She kissed Daisy’s cheek and headed around the gallery, waving. “Have fun.”
“I need a coat.” Daisy laughed and he followed her into her house where she grabbed a white coat and gloves which made her look like a glamorous starlet from the 1940s.
He helped her into the coat and escorted her out to his car. She waited for him to open her door, which he really liked.
“You look beautiful in that dress,” he murmured as they drove. It pleased him beyond measure that she’d worn it.
“Thank you. You look pretty beautiful yourself.”
At the restaurant, she held his arm and let him do the door opening and the chair pulling out. He knew she didn’t need it, but he wanted to and she allowed it because of that. The pleasure of that knowledge warmed him.
She mixed his wasabi and soy carefully, looking up to catch his eye to be sure it was the mixture he preferred. He watched her hungrily and wondered what she’d look like totally naked. When his beer arrived, she poured it for him.
He hadn’t been waited on like this. Ever. Not in this personal way she did. Sure, he’d had waiters pour his beer and serve his food, but this was Daisy, taking care of Levi, and it got to him. Got to him like so many other things about Daisy Huerta and he couldn’t seem to stop thinking of her. And how she was different.
Which was stupid. Because she was different, different enough that she was totally off the menu when it came to anything long lasting. It wasn’t like he could bring her home to his parents. A twenty-four-year-old artist with tattoos and all that in-your-face, lush beauty. His mother would be unfailingly polite to her and when she saw him next she’d cut him to shreds with his responsibility and his future and how wholly unsuitable a girl like Daisy was for a man like him.
He shouldn’t be there with her at all. But he was. And he had no plans at all to change that.
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