Here's a sneak peek at my debut contemporary romance;

Becka smoothed her suddenly perspiring palms down her hips and prayed they didn’t leave a trail of moisture. She walked to the door, her high heels echoing across the parquet flooring. She blew out a deep breath and opened her door.
“Hi. You look great.” Taylor said as he flashed his familiar, crooked grin. He walked past her into the condo.
Struck speechless, she could only muster a stare. I think I look mighty good and in walks Adonis, Caesar, and Alexander the Great rolled into one.
His damp hair, most likely from the shower, shone like tarnished gold in the waning light of the late afternoon sun. He sauntered toward her balcony’s glass doors. The scent of soap and lime aftershave lingered. His chiseled jaw, clean of any evening growth of whiskers, seemed even tanner than she remembered. An expertly fitted jacket showed off his wide shoulders and trim waist.
“Is that Armani?”
He nodded, his attention on the view of the water several stories below. Why had she assumed he lived as a broke, out-of-work actor? His gaze swung to the right to take in her living area’s soft colors and simple decor. She smiled with pride.
She had lived with her parents while working as an instructor at the club. She managed to save enough money for a down payment on her one bedroom condominium. Becka prided herself that her parent’s money had not been involved in the purchase, except for the living room set.
Her mom clearly stated she should accept the matched grouping of Shaker pine furniture as a gift.
He slipped his hands in both pockets and whistled.
“What a view. We’re pretty high up. Is that Connecticut?” His chin pointed to a green coastline dotted with miniature buildings. Sailing yachts slipped through the serene, jade-green water of the Sound.
“Actually, I believe that’s still New York. The Connecticut border is more northeast,” she explained. Had her voice really come out in a whisper? All of a sudden her throat seemed too tight and he appeared nervous.
He peered out in the direction she mentioned, not at her, and then up at the sky. Still early evening, the heavens slowly darkened. The weather had been pleasant all week and she smiled when he sighed. Did he wish he could trade places with those boaters?
“I love the Atlantic Ocean. I grew up nearby, in Massachusetts.
“Really? I didn’t know.”
“Who would? My agent kept it quiet. A sleepy little town north of Boston didn’t fit my profile.” He continued to gaze straight ahead. “I’d love to be out there with the wind in my hair.”
She smiled at his reflection in the glass. Still, why did he look so uneasy? As the wise and worldly actor, he flaunted his good looks and bedded famous women all the time. She’d read it all in his profile. Had his agent made it up as well? Whatever the truth, she would not become his latest conquest no matter how good he smelled or how great he looked.