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I have been writing books and stories since I was seven years old, and had my first short story, "Sherman's Law," published in Romantic Interludes in December 1994. Ever since then, I've been writing short stories and books and sold Jonah's story--FINALLY!
I am a member of the national chapter of Romance Writers of America and have sold short stories to Romantic Hearts, Mini Romances, Dream Weaver, a local literary magazine published in my hometown of Cincinnati, Strictly Romance and Intrinsic Romance. Most of the stories either take place in Cincinnati, or in my fictional town of Mensocket, Maine, on the Sunrise Coast, where Jonah's book is set.
Here's an excerpt from "Tempting Jonah" (c) 1997 By Nancy Goldberg Levine
When they arrived at the house, Jonah led Allison toward the formal gardens and conservatory that had been part of Morgan's Folly since his great-grandparents' time. Allison sat down on one of the stone benches, strands of long hair floating around her face in the breeze like wisps of cotton candy. As Jonah moved closer to her, he felt as if he were under the spell of a beautiful, brown-haired witch.
Just for the moment, he wished he could be free to do more than just talk to Allison. But rules were rules. Once he stepped over the line, he was headed for another broken heart.
Abraham, Isaac and Maimonides, Morgan! Why don't you just kiss her?
Even invoking the 1990s version of Great-grandpa Jimmy's famous oath, "Abraham, Isaac and Plato!" wasn't making him feel any more self-assured. Jonah had kissed plenty of women, but Allison was the only one who made him behave like a raving lunatic.
He pulled her close, his lips lingering on hers. Allison's response was warm and wonderful. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers threading through his hair. Jonah drank in the scent of her, the smell of ink mixed with floral perfume. He reveled in the touch of her soft, pink lips against his as they savored this moment together.
He shouldn't kiss her, yet he knew he couldn't pull away. Allison needed him, but Jonah didn't feel sorry for her because of her illness. He just wanted to help her; to protect her, and to be her friend.
The kisses deepened with intensity as Jonah tried to block out all of the problems with this that crowded his mind. Go into the house, Morgan, he warned himself. For your sake, as well as Allison's. Jonah tried but failed to step away from Allison and take her into the house.
He couldn't.
The evening moonlight glowed softly on Allison's dark hair, making her look like an angel. Getting poetic, aren't you, Morgan? Jonah thought, placing his arm around Allison's waist as he brought her even closer. The feel of her soft breasts against his chest were going to drive him straight to a padded cell at Oceanview Mental Hospital.
Jonah swore he felt Allison's heart beating with rapid intensity as he held her.
He wanted more.
"We-we'd better go inside, Jonah," Allison said, her tone hushed and breathless.
Jonah knew she was enjoying herself as much as he was.
That scared the hell out of him.
He heard Allison speak in an exaggerated southern accent, al la Scarlett O'Hara. "Why, Cantor Morgan, it's terribly warm out here. I believe I'm going
to. . ."
Too late, Jonah realized exactly what Allison was going to do. She slumped into his arms. Jonah lifted her from the bench and headed toward the house, cursing to himself when he saw the group of women assembled in the living room.
His mother was obviously having some kind of synagogue sisterhood committee meeting.
Jamie waved to Jonah and grinned widely at him.
Great! His older sister was going to tease him about being caught with his pants down, as the saying went, for months.
Mrs. Zipkin, one of biggest gossips in Mensocket, and perhaps the entire world, stared at the couple through a pair of purple reading glasses as if they were coupons in the Wednesday paper. By tomorrow, she'd tell Jonah's aunt, who'd tell her friend, who'd tell two more friends. By the ladies' mid-afternoon Mah Jong game, everyone in Mensocket would know that Allison James had fainted and Jonah Morgan had carried her into his mother's house.
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