conversations.from: human
conversations.value: a title for a book about AUTHOR, SANDRA, BROWN with the genre: Romance, Contemporary
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Temptation's Kiss'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Temptation's Kiss
  The story reflects the trends and attitudes that were popular at the time, but its themes are eternal and universal. As in all romance fiction, the plot revolves around star-crossed lovers. There are moments of passion, anguish, and tenderness—all integral facets of falling in love.
  I very much enjoyed writing romances. They're optimistic in orientation and have a charm unique to any other form of fiction. If this is your first taste of it, please enjoy.
  The young man squirmed uneasily and averted his eyes from her steady gaze. He cleared his throat nervously. "I just didn't think—"
  She rose from her chair and went around the corner of the desk, propping her shapely hip against the corner and crossing slender ankles. "More than that, when you foul up it makes me look bad. I have to report to the station manager that we aren't meeting budget and then he chews me out. Do you get my drift, Barnes?"
  Her sharp tone wasn't that of a concerned parent or a sympathetic teacher, but more closely resembled that of a drill sergeant who really didn't care what the problem was, but only wanted it rectified.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me four more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A yearning so strong that she had no choice but to obey it seized her, and her arms came around his neck. She recalled how it felt to lie with him, his body hard and demanding, hers soft and yielding. Wantonly, she rubbed against the tightness in his loins.
  The fresh evening air helped to lift the warm stain from Megan's cheeks. Her own loss of control during Josh's kiss had shocked and shamed her. She welcomed the balm of the sea breeze to clear her head and cool her fevered skin.
  Their stroll through the twilight was leisurely and solitary. The pebbled walkways were lined with flowering plants. Crepe myrtle trees were just beginning to bud. The camelias were glorious.
  Laughter, unaffected and natural, bubbled out of her throat at his prank. "What are you doing, Josh Bennett? Trying to get us thrown off the premises?"
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: "What are you doing, Josh Bennett? Trying to get us thrown off the premises?". She recalled how it felt to lie with him, his body hard and demanding, hers soft and yielding. Wantonly, she rubbed against the tightness in his loins.
  The fresh evening air helped to lift the warm stain from Megan's cheeks. Her own loss of control during Josh's kiss had shocked and shamed her. She welcomed the balm of the sea breeze to clear her head and cool her fevered skin.
  Their stroll through the twilight was leisurely and solitary. The pebbled walkways were lined with flowering plants. Crepe myrtle trees were just beginning to bud. The camelias were glorious.
  Laughter, unaffected and natural, bubbled out of her throat at his prank.A yearning so strong that she had no choice but to obey it seized her, and her arms came around his neck.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: She gripped Pinkie's hand. He had been a bulwark for the last two days, seeing to the myriad details while she moved in a daze. She was grateful for this mental netherland she moved in. It protected her from reality. Without it, she wouldn't have been able to cope.
  She had no parents to lean on for support. Her mother had died when Kari was a child. Her father, whom she had adored and admired, had died just before she graduated from college with her degree in communications.
  She went through the rites of burial feeling nothing but a deep hollowness inside her. It was only when she was returning home, riding in Pinkie's car with him and Bonnie, that she began to weep. Bonnie silently passed her a box of tissues.
  Kari smiled at Bonnie. "No, he didn't." She turned her gaze out the window. It surprised her to see so much activity. To most people this was an ordinary workday. Life was going on.
  Megan Lambert can deal with her high-pressure job as sales manager for an Atlanta radio station. She just can't handle her antagonism toward Josh Bennett, a major advertiser. Now Josh wants a meeting with her, and Megan doesn't know why. Josh is many things—powerful, handsome, and arrogant—but predictable isn't one of them. Suddenly, he makes a demand that puts her career on the line and sets the emotional stakes so high they send her reeling. Megan is about to enter a world of limos and luxury, deception and false hope—and games that can break a woman's heart when the wild card is love...