Kindle Edition Christine London's Spicy Romance MuseItUp Publishing Category:  Romance Publisher: MuseitUp Publishing Pages: 218 Copyright: Nov. 11, 2012 ISBN-13: 9781927361085 When tragedy nearly destroys Brian’s family wine business, can this reluctant young heir forfeit his dreams and online love?  Aussie wine heir Bryan Lassiter wanted nothing more than to be a self made man. When online love Carrie Sorrell flies half way round the globe to visit him, she’d no idea his magnetism would erase both their fourteen-year age difference and her common sense. As fate and a powerful family collide to tear them apart, will she have the strength to let him go or will it be the secret she’s so carefully protected that destroys?       Excerpt “Walk me home, Bryan.” The smile slid from his face. Re-fastening the stud of his jeans, he turned to her. “What’s wrong, Carrie?” “Nothing.” “Look at me.” He hooked her chin with two fingers. “Why are you treating me like I’m suddenly a stranger?” Tilting her face up to his, he lowered his head to engage her eyes. She still had hers cast to the ground. “Come on. Did I say something wrong? I felt…it was…you were amazing.” Her eyes scrolled in reluctance to his. “I don’t think I can do this.” “What do you mean? You just did…and in the most incredible way.” He smiled, testing the waters of her reaction. “It’s not you…You were perfect.” She leaned her head against his shoulder. “I don’t think I’m ready to talk about it.” Clamping onto her shoulder he looked into her with intensity. “God damn it Carrie. Don’t start clamming up. We never did online. Why start now?” “We never had sex online.” He raised a dubious brow. “Okay…so we wrote about sex. That doesn’t get you pregnant.” “So you are worried.” “No.” “I should have waited to go to the chemist.” He shook his head in self-recrimination. “Should have had a condom.” “No…I can’t.” She stiffened again in his arms. “You can’t what?” “I can’t get pregnant,” she spewed. He felt his jaw drop. “You can’t…” “Yeah. Can’t,” she reiterated in cold indifference, like a news reporter delivering a story. He instinctively drew her to his chest, holding her body as though it might break. “I never dreamed…I think it’s…okay…” She pulled away from him, engaging his eyes once more. “Yeah…I can tell it’s just what you had in mind.” Turning, she began to jog away from him in the direction of the high-rise hotels. “Damn it, Carrie.” He took off after her. She quickened her pace. Shit she was fast. He broke into an all out sprint to catch her. Hooking her arm, he twirled her about like a top. She spun into him, air knocked from her at the impact. “Let me go, Bryan,” she spouted in gasp. “I don’t even know where you’re staying.” “Why do you need to know? It was obviously a mistake coming here.” He took her by the shoulders. “Listen to me Carrie. It’s you who’ve decided what’s important to me. I don’t give a rat’s arse if you can have kids.” “Yeah…that’s why you’ve been talking about what a great dad you’re gonna be…how much you want to watch them grow up.” She’d caught him. He had said those things when they’d exchanged hopes and dreams online. He tried to keep his expression even, but the look on his face sent her over the edge. The pain in her eyes was something he never wanted to see, never meant to cause. He knew he’d sent a knife to her heart. She turned from him again and ran. He stood, arms hanging in impotence at his side and watched her disappear into the night, her figure reappearing in the lighting of the awning of the hotel closest. It seemed an hour before he was able to move. His feet felt glued to the pavement; his mind reeled in self-loathing and regret. Why hadn’t he stopped her? What was wrong with him? The chill of the night invaded him. He felt it press into his bones through the thin t-shirt he’d dragged over his head. He’d left his jacket behind under the trees where they’d... “Damn.” The word shot from him sounding like it came from someone else. His chest ached with it. He turned toward the beach car park and walked numbly to his Rover. **** She fell into the center of the billowing white comforter. Clothes sweaty, she shivered. The envelope of the duvet surrounded her like a comforting nest. She lowered her head to her chest. His aftershave clung to her skin, rose around her as though he were with her again. “Damn it.” She struck the mattress with clenched fists. Why had she even brought it up? It shouldn’t matter. They were, after all, fast friends first. He was a young man. Of course he had dreams of home and family. But when he’d made love to her so tenderly, with such ardor, she’d melted. She could still feel the touch of his mouth on hers. “God, you’re an idiot, Carrie.” Her words sounded hollow, disembodied. She grabbed the edge of the comforter and rolled herself in it like a cocoon. Sweat beaded at her forehead and a wave of nausea swept through her. She had to escape. **** He drove through the night along the road toward Mornington, every curve and bank negotiated by rote. Taking the long way through the hills, he made a sharp turn into the overlook and skidded to a stop, tires sliding on the gravel. Pulling the emergency break, it felt as though it would fracture in his hand. The percussion of his shoulder into the door sent it flying open, recoiling back into him as he exited. He tore into the forest, stumbling along the narrow overgrown pathway leading to the ridge. The trees thinned, and then opened onto the broad ledge of an overlook. The heels of his shoes scrapped the rock face as he came to a standstill. The only thing he could hear was the sound of his breathing straining under the demands of his descent. The town of Mornington lay below, asleep. Only the occasional porch light dotted the shadow of homes sprinkled along its perimeter. Above the sky glowed indigo into purple with impending day. It was still an hour away, but the turn of the earth allowed first light to seep into the blackness. Eyes scrolling to the sky, he looked at the winking stars spread across the path of the Milky Way in artist’s stroke of genius. God, but he lived in a beautiful place. Why did it seem suddenly flat, cardboard? He drew the resinous air in through his nose expanding his lungs until they ached. Holding his breath for a moment, it burst out of him in a mirthless laugh. His shoulders shook with the violence of the emotion erupting from him. Abdomen contracting, he wiped at the corner of his mouth. “God forgive me, Carrie.” The words tore from his chest. “I can’t.”

A wonderful Contemporary Romance Novel
Christine London's When We Were Amazing blew me away. It's a heart wrenching story about two people who spend years pining for each other, but the demands of life and their own stubbornness interfere each time they almost get together. Carrie and Bryan began an internet relationship of sorts that grows until she decides to fly from her home in California to surprise him in Australia. Their first meeting doesn't go as planned, especially after Bryan learns she has a son she never told him about. It takes an accident to draw Bryan to California and they spend a few wonderful weeks together, but their time together is cut short when a family emergency pulls Bryan away. This story has a lot of twists and turns like this, and there was never a dull moment. I loved the hero and heroine (even though I wanted to wring their necks a few times), and I especially loved watching Bryan become a man. I was a little worried at the beginning of this story because he seemed indecisive and definitely not the type of hero I usually root for. But my opinion of him changed drastically as he met the challenges he was faced with head-on, overcoming huge obstacles and making sacrifices for his family along the way. Cassie, who is significantly older than Bryan, also had a lot of pain in her life and having Bryan just to lose him again only added to her troubles. It takes years, a chance meeting, and the interference of Cassie's son to get these two soul mates together for good. I loved this contemporary romance novel and couldn't put it down! Easily 5 stars!

Keep The Tissues Handy
I once asked a best-selling author how she coped with mid-book doldrums and she said, "I think of the worst thing that can happen to my characters and, that's what I do." I believe Ms. London must have met that author somewhere along the way. I like her writing, but it gets a bit sudsy as her characters go from one tragedy to another. Every time they get together, some tragedy creates an obligation that pulls them apart. The timing just never seems right for them. It doesn't help that Carrie is much older than Bryan and he has a bit of maturing to do. Or that she lives in California and he lives in Australia. But even the entire Pacific Ocean can't keep them apart forever. Grab the Kleenex--you'll need it, and not just at the end. It's a good book.