Bonnie Dee
Blind PassionContemporary
Bonnie Dee
December 26, 2014
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Through personal darkness, two strangers find their way to each other.

Leah Schaeffer has come a long way since an accident took her sight. She’s finally ready for independence, but convincing her wealthy parents she’ll be safe on her own isn’t easy. The first night in her own place at last, she encounters her neighbor with the midnight velvet voice and her world shifts again.

Since finishing a military tour, J.D. Wyatt has struggled both financially and emotionally. When Leah’s parents hire him to act as her bodyguard, he seizes the opportunity. The catch—she can’t know she’s being followed. As he grows closer to the intriguing woman and begins to have feelings for her, the burden of this secret grows heavier.

Although Leah and J.D. have suffered different types of trauma, their mutual understanding of each other’s pain bonds them. But their relationship, dependent on absolute trust, is rooted in lies which will detonate like an IED when exposed.

What people are saying

Gemini Girls blog, Sofia
This is a lovely, moving read, and as much a tale of character growth as romance. Bonnie Dee doesn’t do cookie-cutter romance, and it is so very refreshing

Lustful Literature blog
I loved how the author gave us two characters that are each dealing with major issues and trying to find a way to live their lives.

Mia’s Point of View blog
Blind Passion is one of the most emotional books I’ve ever read. This is one of those meaningful reads that will take your heart with them.

Fic Central blog
I can honestly say that Blind Passion was everything I hoped it would be, an eye-opening story about recovering and rebuilding with a disability, a classic boy-meets-girl romance, and of course, the always awesome two people saving each other.

Trips Down Imagination Road
I really liked the way that the author showed JD though, and even before his name was revealed it was making me think of the spirit, and the fact that actually even as a reader you never really found out what JD looked like.

Star Angel’s Reviews
I think the author did an excellent job of portraying the loss of sight and all of the challenges there are in recovery and moving forward.

Words of Wisdom from the Scarf Princess
This is a book full of emotional upheaval. Just when Leah and JD look to be heading towards HEA painful truths come between them.

Kawehi’s Book Blog
“About two broken souls just trying to make it in their world on their own terms. Sounds pretty relatable to just about everyone else, right?

Escape N Books
Their story of finding love and one’s self in the midst of life’s difficulties was inspiring.

Addicted Reader
Thoughtful story about real life. These two become friends and then lovers… it is sweet, yet hot. The sweet was how both of them were coming back from loss of some kind and reaching for each other.

Though the characters’ traumas are dealt with fairly subtly, the book is not lacking in realistic portrayals of the difficulties of their recoveries.

Leah and JD are very likable characters both struggling with real problems. They overcome these with hard work.

Summer’s Book Blog
A very smooth and touching love story!! I can’t wait to read the second installment to this amazing series!

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Read an Excerpt

I kept feeling oddly as if I knew him, though we’d never met before. In fact, he reminded me of the guy from the bar a few weeks ago. About the same height, I guessed from the direction of his voice, and a similar tone to it—though the bar guy had literally spoken only two words, so it was hard to tell.

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It seemed I was so starved for male attention that every guy sounded tall, dark, and handsome and made me buzz with a little horny hunger. I really needed to get over that. Thoughts of my chivalrous neighbor drifted into fantasies about the bar dude, and the “if onlys” began. If I’d only talked to him for more than a half second. If only I’d taken his hand and gone out on the dance floor. If only I’d taken a risk he’d cringe away from my disability, I might have been pleasantly surprised. I might have had my first hookup since the accident or maybe have scheduled my first date. I might have someone to call and talk to besides Bets, who probably wouldn’t be around much longer. She was beginning a new life and so was I.

I was nearly asleep, the plot of the CSI show lost on me, when my doorbell rang. I literally jumped to my feet, my heart pumping so hard and fast it hurt. Who would be at my door tonight? If Bets had changed her mind and decided to come over, she’d have phoned first. Maybe my parents had forgotten something and come back for it.

I muted the TV, moved to the door, and leaned close. “Who’s there?”

“J.D. Wyatt.” He added to jog my memory, “From across the hall.”

“Yeah. Just a minute.” I hurried into my bedroom, found a cardigan, and wrapped it around me to hide my braless state, then returned to open the door.

“Hi. What’s up?” My voice sounded breathless, as if I’d sprinted and I was sweating a little.

“I brought you something.” A paper bag rattled, and he paused long enough for me to realize he’d held up whatever it was, forgetting I couldn’t see. “Ice cream. Or if you need something a little stronger after the big move, I’ve got whiskey too.”

I tried for clever. “How about whiskey floats?”

“Perfect.” He chuckled, and heat more potent than whiskey rippled through me.

“Come on in.”

I led the way into my apartment. For just a second, I doubted whether it was sensible to invite a complete stranger inside. Shouldn’t I get to know him for more than two minutes? But I shrugged off my mother’s voice whispering worry at me.

I gestured in the direction of the couch. “Sit down. I’ll get glasses.”

He stepped close and held the bag so my fingertips brushed paper.

I took the bag and went into my kitchenette where I shoved the ice cream in the freezer and opened the bottle of whiskey. I poured a couple of glasses and sipped mine to calm my nerves before returning to the living room. What did I look like? Was my hair a mess? My pj’s too scruffy? How was I going to check my appearance every day without Mom there to give me the thumbs-up? At least the aide, Gina, would be around for a month.

I calmed myself but clung to the glasses too tightly as I returned to the living room and held out one.

“Thanks.” J.D. took it from me.

From the direction of his voice, I needed to correct a few paces the other way in order to reach one of the chairs facing the couch. I navigated slowly, and when my shin bumped the chair, I found the front of it and sat—more awkward than I’d like in front of a guest, but not too bad.

My unexpected visitor clicked his glass against mine. “Cheers.”

The straight whiskey was far more potent than the microbrews I was used to. It burned my throat and baked my stomach, but a warm, relaxed sensation filled me soon after, and that was nice.

“Looks like you’re settling in,” J.D. said. I imagined what my apartment might look like, but for the first time, I was living someplace I hadn’t seen before my accident, so I couldn’t visualize it.

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“My family helped put everything in order.” I searched for something else to add. “You mentioned you moved in recently too. Are you new to Chicago?”

“Yeah. I’m from Kentucky. Went into the army after high school. I just returned from a tour in Afghanistan and crashed at my brother’s place here for a while.”

Another military vet. There seemed to be a lot more of them these days.

“I’m juggling a couple of part-time jobs while I figure out what to do next,” J.D. added.

“Guess we’re both in transition. I’m all about figuring out my future too.”

“Change is hard.” His voice was slow and thoughtful. His Southern accent seemed more pronounced.

I loved the smooth, sexy drawl. Maybe it was the liquor percolating through me, sending tingly sex signals down between my legs, or maybe it was the hushed intimacy of the two of us sitting together in my apartment, but I was becoming aroused. Every time J.D. shifted or swallowed more of his drink, the quiet movements gave me a little shiver. Again a sense of familiarity tickled at the edge of my consciousness, as if I’d been here before. And I felt as if I was poised beside something big stirring and waking up.

“Change is hard,” I echoed. “Especially when it’s forced on you and you don’t know what direction to take next.”

I must sound pathetic. The alcohol loosened my tongue, making me talk too openly to a stranger.

“Sometimes it seems like I’m feeling my way blind—oh fuck, I did not just say that.” The horror in J.D.’s voice made me smile.

“It’s okay. Don’t sweat it. Honestly, it’s kind of nice to know I’m not the only one flailing around in the dark.”

He laughed, and what a sweet, rich sound that was. Little petals of attraction unfurled inside me. Or, to be more honest, it was petals of pure, primal, gut-level lust. I slowed down on sipping the whisky before it made me do things I might regret.


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  • Dangerous Passion
    Book 2

  • Guarded Passion
    Book 3

  • Book 4

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