Lusting For Covers ( 308) My Heart’s Desire

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“Let me worship you with my body.”

Blythe hungered for his caresses, knowing only time and sweet seduction would win the hardened heart of Roger Debrett, Earl of Eden, the man she’d married—to save him from hanging for the murder of his first wife. She knew with her druid’s instinct that they’d loved each other forever and that they were meant to be together, even when Roger vowed to annul their marriage once he found the real killer. Roger’s blazing eyes devoured her, even as he spoke words that hurt. His touch burned even as he denied its power. Now Blythe prepared to conquer her husband—body and soul…

Roger Debrett owed her his life. He tried to see her as the sweet child he remembered from long ago, but reality struck—with ebony hair, violet eyes, and a body he was driven to possess. He couldn’t afford to love. Yet even as a killer stalked his every move, he was consumed by Blythe, the innocent temptress who stood in harm’s way…

Why My Heart’s Desire?

This is a old school cover but I saw it on Goodreads and I was like LOVE, I just love her dress and has a renaissance theme to it.

About Patricia Grasso

I'm a dog person. Who lives with 10 cats. Get the picture?

My first brush with the romance genre happened in my high school junior year. I discovered Gone With the Wind and hid it behind my American history book to read during class. (The Civil War is American history.) The ambiguous ending left me dissatisfied, though. Rhett and Scarlet needed a happily-ever-after. Believing in happily-ever-afters positively screams romantic-at-heart.

On the other hand, I love murder and mayhem as much as happily-ever-after. My usual television fare is fiction and nonfiction crime shows, not love stories. Which accounts for the mysteries I sneaked into my historical romances. Now I'm trying my hand at writing a humorous mystery, sans historical and sans emphasis on the love interest. I even prepared for my mystery-in-progress by attending the local NRA's Pistol School. Shooting pistols is great fun. I adore the .22 semiautomatics.

After graduating from high school without distinction, I earned both Bachelor and Master degrees at a state college. Again, without distinction. I held several part-time jobs during my college days: file clerk in an insurance company, long-distance telephone operator, kimono-wearing waitress in a Japanese restaurant.

And then I began my teaching career, eighteen years in the eighth grade and thirteen years at the high school. Weary with the same old routine, I decided I needed a creative outlet. So I decided to write a romance novel but only managed to talk about writing one. After five years of listening to me, a friend said to stop talking and start writing.

So I did.

I made every mistake known to man. Blunder would be a more appropriate word, but I did learn using the trial and error method. As well as studying the works of authors I admired.

After five years of writing for nothing but love, I sold my first novel. Since then, I've sold eighteen novels and won several awards--- National Readers' Choice Award New England Readers' Choice Award, Romantic Times Reviewers' Choice and KISS Awards, B. Dalton and Bookrak Awards for best-selling author. My novels have been translated into fifteen languages and sold in twenty countries.

If I had my life over, would I become a writer? Nope. I would enjoy being a Victoria Secret model. Perhaps in my next incarnation I won't be too old, too short, or too unphotogenic.