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.
“I hope you saved the receipt for the breakfast and all that stuff yesterday, too. You don’t need to be buying my meals,” I say with a mouth that’s half full.
He quickly pulls the Jeep into a parking lot and smoothly parks in an available space. He turns the engine off and turns to face me.
“Okay. We need to get a few things straight for today, Tatum.” Emerald eyes look at me with utmost determination. “Today, I’m not working. Neither are you. Today we are Ben and Tatum, out and about, having a good time. Think of it like a date.”
“A date?” Is this a date? Hold up. When did I agree to a date? Then again, what could it hurt? It’s one day-date.
“A date. I’m paying. I’m driving. I’m in control. Do you agree or disagree to this arrangement?”
“No one has ever asked me to go on a date while I’m already on the date.” I can’t help but smile and be a little excited that he wants to be on a date with me—and he didn’t mind telling me so either.
“Will this date interfere with our working relationship?” That’s the responsible question I needed to ask.
He shakes his head no.
“Is this like a friends-buddies kind of date?” My eyebrows rise and I lean forward, trying to gauge where he’s at in this whole thing.
“Not for me, but I can’t answer that for you. You don’t even have to think about that right now. Just relax and let me show you a good time. Deal?” He says this with such confidence that I’m speechless.
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.)