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eBook Category: Romance
eBook Description: Two people in love don't need words to communicate, do they? How important is uttering them aloud?

eBook Publisher: The Wild Rose Press/Champagne Rose, Published: 2006
Fictionwise Release Date: June 2006

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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: eReader (PDB) [23 KB] , ePub (EPUB) [26 KB] , Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [7 KB] , Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [174 KB] , Palm Doc (PDB) [6 KB] , Microsoft Reader (LIT) [44 KB] , Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [76 KB] , hiebook (KML) [69 KB] , Sony Reader (LRF) [35 KB] , iSilo (PDB) [5 KB] , Mobipocket (PRC) [7 KB] , Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [31 KB] , OEBFF Format (IMP) [13 KB]
Words: 1918
Reading time: 5-7 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Portable Document Format (PDF) Format:  Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED

"Terry Odell has written a lovely vignette called 'Words' done first from the husband's point of view and then from the wife's. The author paints a sexy picture of a man leaning against the bathroom doorjamb as he watches his love preparing for work, before the author switches to the wife as she watches him studying her in the mirror. You see how this arouses them both. All is beautifully done in both points of view, which makes for a perfect love scene."--Sophia Johnson, author of Love Through the Ages for Kensington Zebra

"...I thought I'd send you an email to tell you how much I enjoyed 'Words'. It was absolutely beautiful and I wasn't going be able to rest today unless I told you that."--Lora Darling

His

He leans against the bathroom doorjamb, a silent observer, as she applies her makeup for work. Engrossed, she doesn't seem to notice him. She reaches for one of her tiny brushes, and he sees the swell of her breasts press against her blouse. The silken fabric of her slip rises along the back of her thighs as she moves. His chest pounds, and it is as if she hears, because she turns to him and smiles.

"What?" she says and returns to her mirror. She's darkening those long, thick eyelashes. He wonders how she keeps from poking herself in the eye.

"Nothing," he says. She can't possibly understand how every little thing she does sends a thrill through him. He fingers the gold band on his left hand. Still shiny with its newness, yet it feels as if it has been there his entire life. Or that his life began two months ago when she slipped it on his finger. He wonders yet again what she sees in him, the carpenter--she of the steel and glass skyscraper world, he rooted to the wood and his tools.

"You've seen me put on makeup before." Her casual tone breaks the spell for a moment.

"Seen, yes. But I never really gave any thought to the process."