A man once asked me out via text thusly: "hey u want 2 c me 2nite." I hope it goes without saying that I wasn't sufficiently lured to accept his eloquent invitation. Sadly, this is our world isn't it? Convenient misspellings for fast texting, brevity to conform to 140 characters.
There is just something so attractive about a man who can write. I don't mean merely taking the minimal effort to write "you" instead of "u" or have a working knowledge of grammar and punctuation. I mean a man who has an impressive command of the English language, who has wit and prose, who has a deep soul full of story.
That's why the hero in Dear Adam is so appealing to me. He's a brooding poet who courts my heroine, Eden, with words. Not only is he intriguing and colorful, but has a voice so sexy that Eden was seduced as soon as she heard it.
Adam simply turned her on. All without one look at him.
"Eden sighed, her whole body flushed with desire. With every day of long talks and e-mails, she felt herself becoming more and more immersed in the world she and Adam were creating. Neither in Sicily nor in California, it existed somewhere remote, untouched by the outside. It was so exciting and unlike anything she had ever experienced with any man that it felt unreal, yet at the same time, the most real relationship she had ever had. Adam was a mesmerizing voice of seduction, a strong torrent of words that overwhelmed all reason. He filled her every waking thought, he invaded her dreams. "
So, I put forth the question to you - could you fall in love with someone you've never seen, simply by his words and his voice alone?
Dear Adam
Release date: September 16, 2013
To book blogger Eden, Adam is the embodiment of every literary fantasy she’s ever had. Intelligent, wickedly funny, sexy, and attentive – he and his fascinating life seem right out of a book. Their whirlwind relationship is so intense and all consuming that soon she can’t imagine being with anyone else.
But there’s one little thing that’s keeping Adam and Eden from their happily ever after.
They’ve never met. She doesn’t even know what he looks like.
Despite how hard she’s fallen for him and how he makes her feel, Eden’s doubts begin to threaten their passionate love affair. Why is he so mysterious? Why does he seem reluctant to meet her? What is Adam hiding?
Afraid that she’s being made a fool of, Eden is forced to choose between her heart and her head. Is Adam too good to be true, as her common sense is telling her, or is the truth more startling than fiction?
Goodreads link: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17905292-dear-adam
EXCERPT:
She stared at the audio file Adam had sent her - "My Enemy" - as though caught in a trance. Then shaking off the strange paralysis that had gripped her, she clicked on it and heard Adam's voice for the first time.
Eden’s mouth hung open. She listened to it again. She accessed her e-mail on her iPod and brought it with her to the bathroom. She took off her clothes and got in the shower while Adam read the poem he wrote, letting his words wash over her bare skin. After she got out, while still dripping wet, she played it one more time. Then looked at her face in the mirror, which told her everything.
She was in trouble.
Wrapped in a towel, Eden sat in front of her laptop, a bit dazed. She knew that Adam was on the other side of the world, still awake and waiting for her reaction.
One thing she was now sure of, Adam was no one she had ever met before. She could never forget a voice like his.
If she had heard it in a crowded room, she would have been immediately captivated, pushed through and jostled bodies until she found the man to whom it belonged.
It was deep, as she had guessed. British and educated, but neither cold nor stiff. His voice was soulful and mysterious. Commanding. Rich and hypnotic. She wanted to sink into its sensual depths and be smothered with it.
She should have guessed from his evasive e-mail. He knew what his voice would do to her. She felt ambushed.
About the Author
In her childhood, she used to ride water buffaloes and wade in swamps. When she discovered books, she would go adventuring with Anne of Green Gables, the Pevensies, Bilbo Baggins, or Alanna of Trebond. She incurred her mother's displeasure for reading too many romance novels, so she learned to hide them and read underneath covers with a flashlight late at night. Nowadays, she travels and write dark fairy tales and romantic novels about adventurous women. And she still stays up too late reading, even though she doesn't get in trouble for it anymore.
