Ten Ways to Melt a Man’s Heart
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10 Ways To Melt A Man’s Heart
Champagne Books, April 2006
Whoever said the quest for love wasn’t comical, never met Charlene Randall. Her search to find Mr. Wonderful leads her to the last place she ever expected - the arms of her neighbor.
Owner of a wealthy company, Damien Giovanni is fed up with money-grabbing women. But Charley isn’t like this. She wants to try the Internet article, 10 Ways to Melt a Man’s Heart on his former friend. Jealousy hits him head on like a locomotive without a driver. What would happen if he tried the “10 Ways” on her?
5-Cups! This book is an absolute, hands down delight. With a brilliant balance of comical and sensual, two characters have been created to make you laugh at times, cringe at others, and sigh through the rest. Charming, sexy, witty, and at times downright smoking hot, this is one I definitely recommend getting. – Charissa / Coffee Time Romance
5-Hearts! Ten Ways To Melt A Man’s Heart with its delightful characters and charming dialogue and wit make this a fantastic read. I laughed, I cried, I cheered over Charley’s anger, frustrations and joys throughout the book. I really enjoyed the camaraderie of Charley and Damien. I could practically feel all their emotions. Ms. Campbell has a flare for writing that excels and makes the reader screaming for more. Ten Ways To Melt A Man’s Heart with its magnetism, incredible air of humor and the great talent of Phyllis Campbell makes this book a keeper worth every turn of the page. Linda / The Romance Studio
5 – Magical Wands This is a great feel-good story. Bridget Jones fans will find this one a real winner, as the heroine goes through scrape after scrape, with her attention caught between two handsome male leads. There is wonderful romance in these pages, a lot of fun, and some gorgeously sexy men - okay, I’ll admit my interest was caught by one in particular, but I’ll let you guess which 
This story is not an intellectual challenge, and it is not an erotic extravaganza; it is a light-hearted, well-written romance and as such I can whole-heartedly recommend it. ~~ TeeBee / Enchanted Ramblings
One more night–alone
The evening’s cool air stroked Charlene Randall’s cheek. A gentle wind teased the strands of hair that had fallen out of her ponytail and tickled her neck. She flipped off a stray lock with her hand as she walked to her front door.
Next to her townhouse, shadows danced under the streetlights as throaty giggles floated in the breeze. A movement from the Lexus parked in front of her neighbor’s townhouse caught her attention. She recognized the wave of the man’s raven hair and the shape of his abundant muscles.
It was Damien Giovanni, her single, Italian neighbor who had turned romancing women into a career. She rolled her eyes. Looks like he was adding another notch to his bedpost.
On tiptoe, she sneaked toward her front door, not wanting to make her presence known. His deep laughter rang through the quiet night and made her pause before reaching her porch. Could his date be over so early in the evening? That man entertained women every night, and they usually stayed for lunch the next day, and sometimes they left just in time to meet the next woman he had scheduled for the evening.
The glow from the streetlight shone upon the figures writhing against each other beside the door of his sports car. She angled to get a better look. They looked like two worms in electric-shock therapy. How disgusting.
The little hussy in his arms was his usual five-foot eight, blonde Barbie doll. He laughed again, and the baritone ring sent shivers of desire down Charley’s spine. She cursed her weakness, admitting she enjoyed hearing him. Must be his Italian accent. Unfortunately, she couldn’t stand men like him who hopped from one bed to the next.
The Barbie wannabe raked her more-than-likely fake fingernails up his chest and linked her arms around his neck. Damien grabbed the woman’s curvy behind and pulled her body closer to his before his date tilted her head and his mouth landed on hers. One of Damien’s hands moved up and caressed the woman’s D cup breast and a guttural sound escaped the woman’s throat.
Charley’s own breasts ached. She folded her arms to stop the heady sensation trickling through her body and the unwanted desires stirring within her. Damn that man. Couldn’t he do that in his house? It was bad enough to hear his voice, but to see him in action…
Before she could look away, Damien pushed the woman from him, turned her and swatted her bottom.
“See you later.” His voice, still husky from his obvious excitement, stirred butterflies in Charlene’s stomach.
Barbie waggled her fingers. “Call me.”
“Why? You have my number.”
Charley pursed her lips. The arrogant man. But it didn’t matter. Women still flocked to him like dieters to a chocolate factory…and devoured him just as quickly.
She clutched the briefcase to her chest and rushed to her front door before he spotted her. Damien would certainly know she had witnessed the quaint scene a second ago, and he would never let her live it down. Her neighbor always enjoyed making snide remarks about the opposite sex. He did it to rile her–and it worked.
Fumbling with her keys, she hurried to find the one that opened her front door. They slipped from her fingers and hit the porch, clanging loud enough to wake the dead. Cursing, she knelt on one knee and swept her hand over the cement, searching for them.
“Do you need any help, mí amore?”
She jumped and fell back on her butt. The beating of her heart thundered in her ears, and she placed a hand on her chest. “Damien Giovanni. Why do you always sneak up on me like that?”
He bent over, grasping her upper arm with one hand and her keys with the other. His Levis crackled at the knees as he helped her stand, and the cotton shirt stretching across his magnificent shoulders was just as noticeable.
He grinned. “Because I like the way you jump.”
Heat from his touch crept up her arm. She yanked it away. “One of these days you’re going to scare me so bad I’ll use my can of pepper spray.”
His chest shook, deep laughter spilling from his lips. “Honey, if you’re as steady with the little can of pepper spray as you are with your keys, I don’t see that as a threat.”
She fisted her hand and punched his arm, a grin tugging at her mouth. It was hard not to like him despite his reputation. “Just give me back my keys.”
He stepped away and folded his arms. “Say the magic words.” He wagged his eyebrows in that cocky, infuriating way of his.
“Emergency, 9-1-1?”
He tilted his head and laughed harder. The porch light illuminated his handsome features–straight nose, strong chin, and lips that looked like they’d be heaven to kiss…for other women, of course.
“Oh, mí amore, you really know how to tickle my funny bone.” He dangled the keys in front of her. A twinkle of mirth still sparked in his eyes.
“Yeah, well, you really know how to…irritate me.” She grabbed her keys and turned to unlock the door before he noticed the grin pulling at the corners of her mouth.
He leaned his shoulder against the doorframe. She dared not meet his stare directly, knowing what she’d witnessed. Her neighbor only had one thing on his mind, which she had adamantly refused the first day they’d met. Now, every time they had a conversation, his bold gaze wandered over her body in a leisurely exploration that unnerved her.
If he were anything but the player she knew him to be, she would have taken him up on his invitation. But she was tired of one-night stands, tired of the love ‘em–leave ‘em kind of guys. After enduring so many broken relationships, she wanted more. Better. At age twenty-five, it was time she started thinking of her future.
“I’ve noticed Tim doesn’t come around anymore. Did you two break up?”
She lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “Our timing was off, that’s all.”
“You okay?”
“I’m fine.”
“Sure?”
She tightened her fingers around the handle of her briefcase. “I don’t see why you’re so interested. I’m continuing with my life, just as he’s done.”
He held up his hands and shrugged. “Hey, no need to get upset. You know, one of these days you’re going to thank me for being such a nosey neighbor.”
She lifted her gaze to his and shook her head. “Only in your dreams, buddy.”
He grinned and stroked his finger across her heated cheek. “My dear Charlene Randall, it will be in your dreams.” With a wink, he turned and walked away.
She pushed the door open and rushed inside, breathing a sigh of relief. That man made her uncomfortable in more ways than one.