For today's Sneak Peek Sunday, I'm offering the first look ever into one of my current works in progress. This is from my upcoming paranormal romance novel 'Playing with Fire'.

Oh yes, she was missing him, and that was probably the strangest thing of all. It wasn’t something physical, although merely thinking about their kisses and fantasizing about the possibilities had her tingling and her inner flames soaring higher. There was some raw need inside her to be with him, not unlike how she felt whenever she was close to fire. She wished she knew why she was falling in love with this man. How much did she know about Joshua? His name, his age, his current address, his signature. Any of these could be faked. She didn’t even have his bloody phone number, and here she was acting all pathetic like a naïve girl in a lovey-dovey relationship. Neither of them had confessed their feelings and she had no idea whether his were anywhere close to hers. Heck, if truth be told, she had no idea what exactly she was feeling either. If you stripped away the top layers of attraction, of finally having somebody show interest in her and knowing her true nature, and of having found a sort of teacher and role model, what was left? When she pondered on it, her eyes seeing but not really processing the people crisscrossing the leisure area with all its benches and food stalls and street artists, she found reason after reason why she felt that magical pull toward him.

The quiet confidence he carried himself with that sometimes hid behind patronizing aloofness and annoyed her, but boiled down to something she wishes she possessed too. The way he’d half-smile and half-grin and look so roguishly handsome, younger and at the same time older than he was. The fact that he liked to read and was obviously cultured and well educated and full of interesting knowledge that he’d share if she showed some interest.

The most important factor? That he was different and special and a true match for her. Where she would have to hide a part of herself, turn things down, live with fear and conform to certain standards with any other man, Joshua would understand and accept and give as much of himself in return.

Exactly that was what had her frown and bite her lip. Was she loving what he stood for and not what or who he was? If somebody who could morph into a werewolf, belonged to vampire lore or was a wizard of some sort turned up tomorrow, would she feel the same and throw herself at the man and into a tempting relationship? Or was she really falling for him? Did she miss having him around and long to get to know him better because he was all she had? And, oh God, what did his view of the picture look like? Were the same motives spurring him along or was he in love with her for other reasons, understandable and good or not? Was he in love with her at all?

It's high time to share an excerpt from my debut romance novel(la) 'When I see your Face'. For the first glimpse of the story, I settled on not one but three short scenes that illustrate the conflict Cathy faces: to trust or not to trust Michael, who looks like the carbon copy of her abusive husband Mark.

Her love for things that were not normal had never gone well with her husband, who viewed perfection as the highest goal. She had never seen herself as perfect, as capable, as talented or as valuable. All throughout a childhood spent being different from the other children and throughout years of being the onlooker while others dated and climbed up the social as well as the career ladder, she had preferred her dream world to reality, books to movies, beautiful handcraft to luxuries, loneliness to falsehood. Then Mark had come and bewitched her like the knight in shining armor. Being with him, having him sweep her off her feet and lavish his attention—as well as a good deal of money—on her had been enough to doubt everything she had thought to be important and right. With a few words here and there, some decisive gestures, some subtle and not-so-subtle pushing and simply being himself, Mark had changed her to a person that would suit his needs. She hadn’t realized it, but she had lost herself somewhere along the way by trying to please somebody whom she had blindly entrusted with her life. Only now that she was away from his influence and dared to be herself did it dawn on her how much she had bent herself out of shape to fit a certain ideal.
Now, wearing what she wanted, eating what she wanted and living on her own, the possibilities seemed endless. It was terrifying. And it was gratifying. Take this moment, for example. How had she ended up spending her days alongside her husband’s carbon copy, and with garden work at that? What would this all lead to?

“You’re so beautiful,” his voice intruded on her self-inspection, rough and with a depth of feeling that made it sound like a caress. A thousand fingers barely touching her skin, running down from the nape of her neck over every bump and groove of her spine to the small of her back, sending a delicious shiver through her. His compliment sounded so sincere and awed that it made her blush. She steeled herself, though with what strength she didn’t know.
“What are you doing here?” she asked again.
He snapped back to his senses. Without taking offense at her hostile tone and stance, he approached, digging a hand into one of his pockets and holding something out to her, like a peace offering of sorts, a magical weapon that could penetrate her shield of cool rejection.
“I came to give you what you deserve. This morning, Mr. Thackeray paid me for the garden work. As you played an important part in it, I thought you should have this. It’s only a share of my meager earnings, but it’s a beginning.”
For a moment, she thought she couldn’t trust her ears any more.
“Are you telling me you brought me money?” she asked incredulously, her voice a near squeak on the last word.
Not only did he nod, but he was still holding out the envelope to her.
“You have the cheek to pay me? I am not some poor unemployed tramp girl that depends on your oh-so-meager payment. I helped you out because I thought I had something to make up for. I didn’t do it for the bloody money! I don’t want it! I don’t need it! I don’t need you to interfere in my life!”
She had shouted herself into a fit, trembling with the effort not to bodily throw him out of the room, full of righteous indignation and disappointment. So, to him she had been a hired helper, a means to finish his job faster, somebody to be paid and forgotten.
He looked wounded by her accusations but not willing to leave at all. In fact, he had the gall to carefully lay the envelope on the coffee table and sit down on the sofa opposite to where she was rooted to the spot shaking in anger.
“You misunderstand me,” he replied calmly.

He bent and plucked a dandelion, holding it in front of her face.
“Make a wish and blow on this. Folklore has it that such wishes come true when they are carried away on the wind and are heard by fairies.”
There was a faint grin on his lips, but his tone was more serious than the suggestion warranted it.
She had so many wishes crowding together in her head, jostling for a place at the front of the queue.
“Am I supposed to say it out loud or is it best kept secret?”
“Make your wish silently. I have always believed that thoughts are more potent in their magic than the spoken word.”
She blinked. What kind of man had beliefs like that? How much was there to him to discover and revel in? How much more to make him so appealing that she could never find it in herself to resist him?
Drawing close to his hand, she closed her eyes. Frowning with concentration, she tried and tried to decide which wish to make. Sucking in a long breath, she opened her eyes again and blew hard at the fluffy white dandelion. Its seeds flew apart and sailed away on the air, like so many tiny parachutes carrying her wish to God knew where.
Straightening up, she looked after them with an almost painful longing.
“Do you think I’ll be lucky? Will the fairies listen to me?” she asked, working hard at keeping her tone casual, and not succeeding.
He smiled his crooked, charming smile that got to her each and every time.
“I would if I were a fairy.”
She heard the flirting in it and it felt like a caress to her.
“Don’t you think it’s my part to be the fairy?” she joked.
His smile widened and his eyes darkened.
“You’d make a wonderful fairy. I can just about imagine you in gauzy, loose clothes and diaphanous wings with flowers in your hair and bare feet, dancing lithely through the fields and making lone wanderers fall head over heels in love with you.”
His voice was a sensual growl deep in his throat. His fingers brushed over the pulse hammering at her throat and strayed sideways, lifting a strand of her hair and twirling it round his index finger.
With her heart beating in her mouth, she made an effort at lightening the mood.
“If you had ever seen me dance, you wouldn’t describe me as a lithe and graceful fairy. I am a clumsy wooden donkey with two left feet.”
“Maybe you’ve had the wrong partner all along,” he said, his voice full of meaning.
She swallowed.
“Maybe,” she conceded.
They looked into each other’s eyes for a long time, frozen in place, their minds full to the brim with possibilities and dreams and obstacles.

Did you enjoy these snippets from my book? You can buy it at Amazon or Smashwords to read more.

These days are exciting for me because I have gone through the ups and downs of self-publishing my debut novella. So many things to learn on the way…

I don’t want to bother you with the details here, but let me just give one big shout of thanks to everyone who helped and contributed. I have absolutely awesome friends. Thank you!

When I see your Face can be ordered as an e-book now, and I plan to add it to some more shops soon.

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I've decided to be a tease! This post will give you some small ideas about 'When I see your Face', soon to be released and a debut novel(la) that I care about a lot.

Have you read my debut romance novel When I see your face? Then you know that heroine Cathy wants nothing more than to start her own business by baking and selling special cake creations. Here's the delicious recipe for the first cake that she tries out. Maybe it will help you to win your very own heartthrob over ...