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eBook Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance Fallen Angel Reviews Recommended Read
eBook Description: Matthew Frank's business is sex. Well, other people's sex lives, to be exact. As a highly successful therapist, people tell him their deepest, dark secrets and he listens and gives expert advice. No slouch on the subject, he might just write a book or two... Unfortunately, juggling a wife, family, mistress, and ex-lover, can be difficult for anyone, and when he is falsely accused of a crime, his world comes crashing down. Though the charges are unfair, his personal life is suddenly under scrutiny and he finds that friends and enemies are not so easy to identify when you are facing the death of an American dream...

eBook Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press, Published: 2007
Fictionwise Release Date: May 2007

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Words: 57790
Reading time: 165-231 min.
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ISBN: 9781593749385

"Mr. LeMone has created a wonderfully textual piece of work... a joy to read... and I will most definitely be looking out for more of his stories." 5 Angels and a Fallen Angel Reviews Recommended Read! --Heidi, Fallen Angel Reviews

"I enjoyed the author's intimate writing style. The book was written in the first person from Matthew's perspective. It also was sexy with a LOT of well-written, plot-appropriate erotic scenes. However, the set up lasted nearly half the book, during which Matthew's relationships with the three women in his life were explained. Once the major conflict was introduced along with the possibility of betrayal, I became engrossed and couldn't put the book down."--Vee, Night Owl Romance

"I found American Dreams to be a different sort of romance among the characters. The absorbing characters put a different spin on contentment in a relationship. They each have a quality that projects their way in discovering happiness. There were times I felt as if I was on a roller coaster ride with one surprise after another with Matthew and the others. C.S. LeMone creates a delightful story with a clincher ending. He permits the reader to take a journey with Matthew everyday, almost like being inside the mind of the therapist. He pens a consistent flowing read that keeps the reader tuned to the aspiring events..."--Cherokee, Coffee Time Romance, Karen Find Out About New Books

Chapter 1

Having to start this story somewhere, I will begin by saying that I was thirty-one years old when Faye and I moved into our four thousand square foot two-story redwood dream house. It overlooked the Pacific from a lofty height of black granite rock and a cluster of cypress, sequoia, and spruce. My weekly syndicated radio call-in talk show, Love Doctor Frank, was syndicated on twelve stations. Two books I'd written were selling well; the first one seeing its third printing, and my Internet Zine, Doctor Frank's Corner, was growing in popularity. My private practice kept me occupied during the week and my weekends were spent luxuriating at the Northern California country club where I was a member, or kicking back to contemplate my navel at home. How smug and complacent I was at that time in my life and how sure I was that things would always work out the way I dreamed they would. To understand why I felt that way, however, it is necessary to know something about my Faye.

I met her when we were both attending the University of California at Berkeley. She was two years younger and majoring in art. I was pre-med. But our first date turned into an adventure that sealed our union. A group of us decided to go camping during spring break. We chose a spot deep in a redwood forest along the Eel River about fifty miles north of Garberville. I'd recently broken up with Mona Hardin, a beautiful busty blonde and the hottest girl on campus. I was measuring beauty by the high standards she'd set, so initially I'd hardly noticed Faye in the group of eight we made. She was the direct opposite of my former girlfriend, having curly raven dark hair with no glaring assets, nearsighted and always adjusting her eyeglasses. The librarian type is how I'd classified Faye Annette Barrett.

Early the second morning of the camping trip, as I wandered along the banks of the Eel River, I saw her sitting alone. The sky was just beginning to grow light and the pastel colors of dawn magically peeked through a green redwood canopy that reached so high above. She had her back against an oak tree and was writing in a small notebook when I approached. The twittering of songbirds and the wind in the trees and rushing river water filled the air. I was only a few feet away when she looked up and noticed me, adjusting her glasses as though I might be an illusion. Then she smiled.

"You're up early this morning," I remarked.

"Likewise for you I see."

"I didn't want to miss all this nature surrounding us."

"It is beautiful and so tranquil, too."

We were only on a first name basis at the time. Nevertheless, for some reason, those opening lines made me feel as though she was someone I would benefit by knowing better. With that one thought, suddenly the gloom I was under, like a five-hundred pound backpack, dissipated the way the aria of a symphony can lift the spirit and transcend the mundane, replacing it with a healthy surge of optimism.

We spent about twenty minutes chatting before heading back to camp for coffee. I learned that she was from a small town in Wyoming and sometimes felt lost and out of place in the big city. But it was her light blue eyes, the way they sparkled in the sunlight, and her smooth peach-colored skin and the way she smiled that kept me captivated. The more I studied her, the more I could see that she was the personification of femininity, without the overstated figure that Mona had. She was tall and had a slender waist, but all the right curves where they should be. Before too long, I was mentally stripping her clothes off for a closer, more intimate look.

Later that afternoon, we left the others behind to take a hike. About a quarter of a mile from the campsite, we left the churning banks of the Eel River to venture inland. The farther we hiked, the more our surroundings seemed to embrace us in a natural wonderland of sorts, as though we were the fist humans in ages to set foot where we were. The tranquil sounds of the many songbirds and the breeze tickling through the trees made me feel as though we were in the most sacred of all cathedrals. To quench our thirst from a canteen, we stopped and stretched out on a soft bed of fallen needles. The cool air provided the rich scent of earth and the invigorating green rich smell of life.

"So far from the rush and noise of the city," I commented.

"So far from all the cares that go with it, too," she said. "It's like living in another time."

"A brand new time for me. Helps me put things into perspective."

"What things?"

"Breaking up with a girlfriend for instance," I said, feeling as though I'd shed old skin by merely confiding that much to her.

"I thought you looked a little depressed when we were setting up camp yesterday. Like you were someone who would rather be somewhere else. Something told me it was love on the rocks."

"Insightful! Does that mean you have ESPN? I mean ... ESP?"

She laughed at my joke and pushed a lock of her shoulder-length hair back and focused her eyes on me. "No ... I wouldn't go so far as to say that. It simply means I pay attention to the things that go on around me."

The simplicity of her words helped me focus on all that I saw and felt around me at the moment. The lushness of nature in the middle of spring, Fay's radiant nearness, the rising of my temperature with each new intake of fresh pollution-free air. Everything seemed in be in perfect harmony.