FOR THE LOVE OF THE DAME
She thinks he’s out of her league. He thinks she’s a flake and an oddball. They live in such different worlds, there’s no way they could ever fall in love
Car Bradford is a major league baseball star at the end of his career. Because it’s the right thing to do, he’s suing his increasingly unstable ex-wife for custody of their young son. Responsible for the boy will be the only thing Car will allow himself. If he were to love him as a father should love a son, and if he were to lose him as he’d lost his little brother when they were young, Car knows he would never recover.
Sofia de’ Medici is trying to convince the music director of a famous New York opera house that he should hire her to sing Carmen, the role she knows will make her a star. But her oddball reputation on European opera stages seem to have kept the music director from offering her the role. She enlists the help of her mentor, who owns the team Car plays for.
When he blackmails Car into masquerading as Sofia’s lover to help her get the role, neither Car nor Sofia is happy with the arrangement. How will they stand being with each other? She’s quirky; he’s conventional. He hates her shoes; she hates his truck. She loves food; he sees it as fuel. All would be well If only they could figure out how to ignore the surprisingly attraction between them.
Despite it all, Car finds himself falling for Sofia’s warmth and compassion and she for his quiet strength and support. He shows her how to trust and accept herself. She shows him how to take a chance on love not just for his son, but for her.
But when those who would destroy them come together to throw roadblocks in the way of their happiness, will Car and Sofia sweep them away and accept the deep, abiding love that has blossomed between them, or will they give up on each other forever
Winner of the Golden Leaf Award for Best First Book
What the readers are saying.
I love this book! FOR THE LOVE OF THE DAME is a charming ride, with every page full of wonderful, warm moments that make you smile all the way through. Miriam Allenson has just shot to the top of my auto-buy list! – Lani Diane Rich, New York Times best-selling author of The Fortune Quilt
A brilliant new voice in contemporary romance, Miriam Allenson writes characters that leap off the page and into your heart, bringing love and laughter with them. – Nancy Herkness, best-selling author of the Wager of Hearts series
Hilarious, sexy, heartwarming…a fabulous debut! Miriam Allenson hits it out of the park in her debut novel FOR THE LOVE OF THE DAME,. Sofia and Car are proof that when opposites attract, sparks fly. – Lisa Ann Verge, RITA nominated author of Heaven In His Arms
Car knew making Sofia run after him sucked. He was sorry he’d done it. That didn’t stop him from wanting to strangle her. “I think we better get something straight. We’re going to be stuck together for the next few weeks. Neither of us is too happy about it. But if this is how it’s going to be, you complaining and me explaining, you and I are going to be two unhappy pups.”
She’d been looking down-in-the-mouth, but that brought a gasp of outrage from her. She planted a hand on her lip. “Pup? You are calling me a baby dog?”
“I did not…”
Car gritted his teeth. Swiveling around, he laid his hands and his forehead against the Hummer, cold in the night air. “I’ll make you a deal. I won’t call you a pup if you don’t…” He gathered himself, remembering how she’d said his name… “Call me Creese-toe-fur.”
“I do not understand. Creese-toe-fur is your name.”
“It’s…” He turned his head to stare down into her eyes that had sucked up the black of the night, eyes that fascinated him, even as he contemplated her murder. He took a breath, and said, “You’re not saying it the way most people do.”
She raised one eyebrow. “That is because I am Italian.”
He took another deep breath, filling his lungs, as if with ballast. “How about you go along with the program and call me Car like everyone else does?”
She tightened her lips. “Now there is a program?”
“Call me Car. Please?” Was that him pleading? He hadn’t pleaded with anyone since he was a kid.
“I will think about it.”
She would theenk about it? Well, hallelujah. He opened the Hummer’s door and stepped back. “Okay, then let’s go.”
She didn’t move, looked at the seat, looked up at him, and back at the seat. Not the seat. The threshold. Which is when he got it. With those short legs, that tight skirt, and those ridiculous high heels, there was no way she could get in without help.
On an exhale, he put his hands around her waist. With one motion, he lifted, and plunked her down on the seat.
“Why did you lift me? I am too heavy. I weigh too many kilos!”
He stood in the lee of the door, stunned, like somebody had clobbered him upside his head with a bat. The ugly dress didn’t matter. The hair, vised back in the no-nonsense old-lady bun, didn’t matter. The crazy talk didn’t matter. He pulled out the seat belt so she could fasten it. “You’re not too heavy,” he said over the wailing, which had gone from a mixture of English and Italian into full-blown Italian.
His hands weren’t on her anymore, but he could feel the heat of her body imprinted upon his palms. The scent she wore, like the roses that bloomed outside Chicago’s Wrigley Field, drifted around his head. He wanted to pull her off the seat, out of the truck, into his arms, and bury his face in the juncture between her shoulder and her neck, the better to take her scent deep into him.
Award-winning author, Miriam Allenson, is a marketing/public relations professional who thinks writing romance is preferable to writing press releases and website copy any day of the week. She and husband, Andy, live in northern New Jersey, just off the Garden State Parkway, which means she can get anywhere from there.