"...A tender story of sexual awakening between a soldier and the woman that he has won the honor of painting. Penelope has given up on finding love after the death of her fiancé, and Logan is just the man to awaken her dormant sexuality. He teaches her about sexual pleasure and she teaches him, about love."—Ansley Velarde, The Road to Romance

"5 Hearts!...This is an outstanding short story. Though brief, it's packed with emotion. The writing style is excellent, and the story flows smoothly. Penny and Logan are strong, likable characters. Their romance is extremely sensual. It's a quick read that's very satisfying."—Renee Burnette, The Romance Studio

"4.5 Blue Ribbon Rating!...A touching romantic story...the perfect book to satisfy any romance lover. The growing relationship that Penny and Logan encounter is not only funny, but frustrating at times. We can see how much they want each other, but fight their feelings until the very end. Ms. Lamont has written the perfect short story to curl up on the couch with."—Bea Sigman, Romance Junkies

"...A true historical romance with a very erotic premise. Lyndi Lamont develops her story very well in just a few pages. This is quite simply one of the best short stories—of any kind—I have ever read. The reader is given enough insight into both Penelope and Logan so that the reader can understand their actions. The love scenes flow naturally into the story. That's not to say you might miss them. They are very noteworthy—sweet and tender one minute, passionate the next...not to be missed—a keeper!"—Shelley, Fallen Angel Reviews

"...Packs a lot of heat in its pages. It is Pygmalion with a sexual twist. The author keeps the sexual tension high throughout the story...The perfect length for a quick read before bedtime, but it will leave you wanting something more than sleep, so be prepared!"—Delia, Joyfully Reviewed

"Aware his scrutiny of her had taken on a more abstracted air, she slowly relaxed, but she was aware, as never before, of her woman's body. She briefly wondered how it would feel to have her skin exposed to the air for more than the few minutes it took to change clothes or have a quick wash. Even more, how would it feel to have Logan's intent blue gaze on me? Or his hands. His strong, capable hands with the long, slim artist's fingers…