Fade In by M. Mabie
Tatum Elliot is a successful writer on a hit television show, lives in an Upper East Side apartment and loves her life. She wouldn’t change a thing. Unfortunately, she doesn’t have a choice. She’s losing her sight.
Tripping over her tongue and her heels, Tatum all too quickly realizes that the things which appeared so important before are slowly slipping away leaving room for what really matters. With the support of her best friends, family and colleagues, she begins to see that there’s much more to life… and herself.
When Ben Harris enters her life as her new personal assistant, she can’t tell if it’s his good looks and charm that are working on her libido, or his kind and helpful nature working on her heart? Whatever it is, neither one of them can resist it.
As her vision fades out, a world of love and happiness just might…Fade In.
Fade In is a contemporary-romance novel about laughing through your tears and telling life to, quite frankly, “Suck it.” This novel contains sexual situations that the author may or may not have tried at home… for your safety, of course. Research is research.
“Tatum.” Hearing my name cross his lips in that sultry voice is more of a turn-on than I could have ever imagined and I need to shut it down. “You looked really pretty this morning.”
“Yep. And I bet you look even better right now in bed.”
My pulse races. How does he know I’m in bed?
He yawns, and that makes me yawn too, even though now I’m wide awake.
“Thanks. You weren’t that bad to look at yourself. What makes you think I’m in bed?”
“I don’t know. I was just guessing. It is the middle of the night.” He pauses before adding, “And that’s where I’ve been picturing you.”
I blush. “You’re picturing me? What am I wearing?” I laugh to myself, thinking that the cliché question is suppose to be “What are you wearing?” But we’re in his imagination and I’m eager to know what he keeps there.
He makes a humming sound that vibrates all the way through me. “You really want to know?”
“Yes.” My one-word answer comes out slowly and wavers in and out, sounding like a question.
I hear the air hiss through his teeth before he says, “It isn’t much. Sleep well. I’ll see you in the morning.” Then he’s gone before I even say goodnight or talk him further into a pay-by-the-minute type of conversation.
I won’t bore you with the details, but my faithful device, Mr. Right, just didn’t cut it tonight. Maybe it’s time for a new one.
Or new lots of things.
M. Mabie lives in Illinois, NOT Chicago, with her rock-star husband. (True story.) She loves writing for Fifty5Cents Book Blog, which she owns and operates- at the moment quite poorly. She’s a proud member of the Indie Author Romance Author Chicks writing group where she maintains a high standard of professionalism and lady-like maturity- or not.
She cares about politics, but won’t discuss them in public. She uses the same fork at every meal, watches Wayne’s World while cleaning, and lets her dog sleep on her head.
M. Mabie has never been accused of being tight lipped or shy. She’s THAT girl.
(She doesn’t usually speak in third-person, but surprisingly does when weirded-out about writing her bio.)