J. Arlene Culiner
Contemporary Romance from The Wild Rose Press
San Francisco, 1971: hippies in the streets, music and revolution in the air. The evening Marek Sumner opened his door to the wild-looking Felicity Powers, he knew nothing would ever be the same again. But even love and passion couldn’t keep them together.
Forty-three years later, having lived in the world’s most dangerous places as a foreign aid worker, Felicity is back, still offering him love, passion, and adventure. But why would Marek risk having his heart broken a second time? Now a well-known author, he loves his calm, solitary life in an isolated farmhouse. He and Felicity are just too different; their relationship could never work.
But Felicity is just as fascinating and joyful as ever, and that wonderful sexy magic is still there too. As for love, perhaps it’s even deeper and more delightful the second time around.
Felicity’s Power: Coming face-to-face with a lover forty years later…
Sure, meeting an old lover is a dramatic situation, all right — but Felicity Powers never shies away from drama. Sure, she’s forty years older. Sure, she’s not the auburn-haired rebel Marek Sumner once loved. Sure, their long-ago romance came to a disastrous end. But she’s never stopped loving Marek, and she wants to know if they can make their wonderful love story work again. And, for that, all she has to do is jump on a plane, cross half the world, and go to his book signing in San Francisco. Of course, it’s a mad plan, but Felicity has always believed that, if you want something, go out and fight for it. Yes…sometimes you don’t win. Nobody wins all the time.
Marek Sumner has never forgotten Felicity — how could he? She came searing into his life like a burning comet, they lived together, loved. Then, one day, the romance was over. Felicity was gone again, off to discover the world, to push life to its limits. And Marek had stayed in San Francisco to finish his degree, become a professor. How could their romance have lasted? They were so different.
Then, on this sunny evening forty years later, the door opens, and Felicity and Marek are face-to-face once again.
Excerpt from Felicity’s Power:
“Making a quick getaway?” Felicity stood in the doorway taking in the scene: the open but fully packed suitcase on the bed, Marek’s trench coat flung over the table. He was on his way out. No denying the evidence.
Marek sat in the armchair by the window, his face tight, his eyes haunted. “I’m sitting here, in a chair, right? Aren’t the words ‘a quick getaway’ somewhat of an exaggeration?” He drawled the words out slowly, mockingly.
“Okay then. A slow getaway.”
He stared at her, unable to pull his eyes away. Her face was pale, her expression wild. Loose tendrils of hair shadowed her neck, calling attention to the slow throb of veins under the delicate skin. She looked sexy as hell. Tempting and far too dangerous to think about.
“Not quick, not slow. Neither one of the above. No getaway.” His voice was icy, impersonal.
“That!” Her arm waved wildly, gesticulated in the direction of the suitcase. A sharp, searing feeling of betrayal mixed with humiliation kept her tense, unrelenting. “I mean, if you want me out of here, all you have to do is tell me. Since you’re obviously desperate to get rid of me.” She felt as if she’d been stabbed. She crossed the room slowly until she was standing beside him, staring down at him, her eyes flashing with determination and fury. “But let’s not forget you were the one who invited me up here. Remember? I didn’t ask to be put up in your hotel room.”
But you might have done so. If he hadn’t taken matters into his own hands. Well, never again. Never. Your time is up as far as I’m concerned, Marek Sumner!
He stood up, studied her for a minute, silently.
“God, you’re beautiful.” It was as if the words had been wrenched out of him, as if he would have given anything not to say them, but they made her heart stand still.
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About J. Arlene Culiner:
Born in New York, raised in Toronto, J. Arlene Culiner has spent most of her life in England, Germany, Turkey, Greece, Hungary and the Sahara. She now resides in a 400-year-old former inn in a French village of no real interest. Much to everyone’s dismay, she protects all living creatures — especially spiders and snakes — and her wild (or wildlife) garden is a classified butterfly and bird reserve.
In her perfectly realistic contemporary romances, heroines are funny, and heroes are dashingly lovable. All are proudly over the age of forty.