Tuesday, June 28, 2016

The Bad Boy’s Guilt By Sara Daniel

Spotlight on The Bad Boy’s Guilt
By Sara Daniel




Nicole trusted Wyatt with her heart once. She won’t make the same mistake twice.

A broken-down car destroys Nicole DeMonde’s plan to be cool and self-sufficient when she returns to her hometown for her brother’s wedding. The cop who comes to her rescue is none other than local hottie Wyatt Truman, who slept with her then dumped her when they were teens. She has no choice but to accept his help. However, she knows better than to trust him with her heart twice.

Wyatt is determined to earn Nicole’s forgiveness and make amends for his callous past. Once he lays eyes on her, he can’t help wanting more than forgiveness. In fact, his intentions are starting to bear a suspicious resemblance to the forever variety.

If she can’t avoid Wyatt, a one-night stand might be just the thing Nicole needs to work him out of her system. Or will her recovery plan destroy her heart once and for all?

Excerpt:

“So you protect people. Interesting.” She glided into the car, her skirt riding dangerously high up her thighs. “Who’s going to protect me from you?”

Ouch. And he completely deserved the zinger. He wrenched his gaze from her sweet, smooth legs. “Looks to me like you can protect yourself just fine, but if you’re worried about me, I can call someone else to watch over you.”

“The only thing I’m worried about is if I have to refer to you as my brother-in-law after this wedding.”

“Please don’t.” He winced as he closed the door.
After checking over her disabled vehicle, he hustled to the driver’s side of his car. While he settled in the seat, Nicole took out her cell phone and held it at arm’s length, selfie-style.

“What are you doing?” He couldn’t take his eyes off her reflection in the rearview mirror.

“Updating my Facebook status. I’ll send you a friend request, and you can check it out. My life is an open book, Officer.”

Cripes. First, she wanted to call him her brother. Now they were going to be Facebook friends. “Whatever you’re comfortable with.” He wouldn’t be comfortable again until she exited the city limits and preferably the state, as well. In fact, he was growing more uncomfortable by the minute, specifically in the crotch of his uniform.

“What are your plans until the rehearsal?” he asked. “Do you want to drive by your dad’s house again? Maybe work up the nerve to ring the doorbell?”

In the mirror, her face flushed. “I have no intention of ringing the doorbell, not because I’m a coward but because he treated his family like crap, and I’m not going to pretend otherwise.”

“Sorry. None of my business.” But he couldn’t help adding, “You know he’s coming to the rehearsal tonight and you’ll see him there?”

“Unfortunately. I can’t avoid running into people I don’t want to see. It’s the reason I never came back to Regret Hollow and still wouldn’t have if my brother hadn’t decided to hold the most important event of his life here.”

He got the message. Her dad wasn’t the only person she’d have preferred to avoid. Arriving at his house, he backed the squad car into the driveway parallel to his truck. As he rounded the car to let her out, he flipped on his phone and accepted her friend request. Thumbing over to her profile, he pulled open the door.

As she stepped onto the driveway, he read aloud the status above her picture. “Hellish meeting, flight delay, defective rental, and now I’m riding in the back of a squad car. Murphy’s Law is biting my ass today.” He lifted his gaze to hers. “If I bite your ass, you’ll find it a hell of a lot more enjoyable than with that Murphy fellow.”

Her eyes widened and then narrowed. “You’re going to have to do a hell of a lot more ass kissing before you get the chance to nibble on anything of mine.”

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Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Sara Daniel's Bad Boy’s Guarantee

Spotlight on The Bad Boy’s Guarantee
By Sara Daniel




If she trusts him, she can have it all…or lose everything.

Between working her day job in the city and tending her father’s small-town bar every weekend, Haley Miller can’t remember the last time she had a date. When she trips over a stack of her dad’s unpaid bills and into the man of her dreams, she knows the night is guaranteed to be the best of her life…or the worst.

Seth Gardner returns to Regret Hollow to save his family’s business from their landlord’s financial mismanagement. The chance to finally act on his crush on Haley is a bonus he’s not about to turn down. But if he waits too long to confess his secrets, he’ll lose her trust and his chance.

Just when Haley thinks she can have the love and the life she always dreamed of, she discovers everything was built on a lie. Seth will lose her unless he can guarantee a lasting love built from nothing more than their fantasies.

Excerpt:

Seth tucked a strand of Haley’s wavy blond hair behind her ear, hoping his hand didn’t shake. He was actually touching Haley Miller. They stood so close her body heat seared him through his clothes and her rising and falling chest threatened his sanity.

He needed to think of something else to say, fast. Bad enough he couldn’t work up the nerve to approach her last night. He couldn’t let her impression of him be the same tongue-tied stammering Seth of his youth. “So who’s the lucky boyfriend right now?”

She loosened the knot of his tie, not meeting his gaze.

His cock reacted to her fingers grazing his chest like she’d taken him in her fist, while she couldn’t even look him in the eye. He would embarrass himself in record time if he didn’t regain his control. “Never mind.” He dropped his fingers from her hair. “None of my business.”

“No boyfriend.” She met his gaze then glanced away. “Just…plans.”

Whoa, the fantasy thing had to be the “plans.” As much as he wanted to make her fantasy come true, convincing her to forego it for him would give him a real chance to win her over.

“Maybe together we can come up with a better plan.” Hoping his hand wouldn’t betray his nerves, he settled his fingers on her cheek, caressing her jaw.

“You can try.” She aimed a sassy grin at him, sending his groin to full salute. “Give it your best shot.”


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Sunday, June 19, 2016

Vonnie Hughes is Coming Home

COMING HOME is a Regency historical originally published in hardcover by Robert Hale Ltd. This wonderful book is now released as an e-book.

In the aftermath of a vicious rape, Juliana Colebrook shuns all men apart from the injured soldiers she nurses. Orphaned and alone, she desperately wants to leave Portugal for the protection of her relatives in England. However, there is still one man who invokes her admiration: Brigade-Major Colwyn Hetherington, with his self-deprecating sense of humour and innate sense of duty.

 So when Colwyn is offered a dream job managing a large estate in Wiltshire, Juliana asks him to escort her back to England. But Colwyn has troubles of his own and when he is forced to reveal the nature of his woes to a stunned Juliana, everything changes. Mired in danger, who can Juliana trust? And what of Colwyn’s warning that families bring only trouble?

 When Brigade-Major Colly Hetherington meets Miss Juliana Colebrook, he gives her a black eye. After the Battle of the Douro on the Iberian Peninsula he is severely wounded and only semi-conscious, but he is still coherent enough to know that he is behaving just as his father had predicted when he threw Colly out of the family home five years previously. Colly cannot be trusted around women.

 Miss Colebrook, however, sees in Colly a wealth of kindness and a willingness to assume responsibility. She observes that he cares about the soldiers serving under him. If only…


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Vonnie Hughes is a multi-published author in both Regency books and contemporary suspense. She loves the intricacies of the social rules of the Regency period and the far-ranging consequences of the Napoleonic Code. And with suspense she has free rein to explore forensic matters and the strong convolutions of the human mind. Like many writers, some days she hates the whole process, but somehow she just cannot let it go. Vonnie was born in New Zealand, but she and her husband now live happily in Australia. If you visit Hamilton Gardens in New Zealand be sure to stroll through the Japanese Garden. These is a bronze plaque engraved with a haiku describing the peacefulness of that environment. The poem was written by Vonnie. 


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Wednesday, June 8, 2016

Sara Daniel brings the love...

by Sara Daniel

 Sometimes you try a recipe and it’s so good and so perfect that it becomes a family staple. I discovered this recipe years ago when my kids were small, and today we all agree that it is our favorite family meal.

  Spaghetti Pie

  • Angel Hair pasta or spaghetti (Confession: I have no idea how much. I use a handful of noodles or about 2 cups of cooked noodles. Basically, make enough to cover the bottom of a pie pan.) 
  • 2 eggs 
  • 1 tbsp. margarine or butter 
  • ⅓ cup Parmesan cheese grated 
  • 16-22 oz. cottage cheese 
  • 16 oz Polska Kielbasa (or smoked/other sausage or ½-1lb hamburger) – skip this if you prefer a meatless option 
  • 1½ cups of your favorite spaghetti sauce 
  • 1 cup mozzarella cheese, shredded 


 Preheat oven to 375°F.

 Cook the pasta according to package instructions and drain. Combine 1 egg, Parmesan cheese, and margarine. Stir into hot pasta. (If you use cold leftover spaghetti, melt the margarine before you mix everything together.) Press mixture into the bottom and up the side of a greased round 9-inch pie pan. Combine cottage cheese and 1 egg. Spread over crust. Cook ⅔ of sausage and cut into small chunks. Combine with spaghetti sauce. Heat. Pour over cottage cheese mixture. Bake for 20-25 minutes or until the pie is not runny. Sprinkle with mozzarella cheese. Bake for 5 minutes more or until cheese is melted. Cook remaining Polska Kielbasa, and serve in chunks as a side. Enjoy!

I always serve this with cheesy garlic bread, although I burned the bread in the picture because I was working on my blog post instead of checking the oven!! Oops! Here's a little from my latest release for your reading pleasure.



His gift is the only thing left from the love they shared…and she plans to sell it. Former bad boy, now famous artist, Zane DeMonde laughs off an engraved invitation to return to Regret Hollow, the same town that booted him out fifteen years ago. When he discovers the woman who once broke his heart is putting his professional reputation at risk by selling his old paintings, he’s no longer laughing. He’ll do anything to stop her, even return to town … even put his heart in jeopardy again.

 High school art teacher Julianne Truman's last chance to save her beloved art department from budget cuts is to sell the old artwork Zane gifted her. Her heart breaks to remove the final traces of him from her life, but she needs to finally move on from the love she never got over. Julianne’s life belongs to her students, and Zane’s only goal is to protect his art. But the moment they wrap their arms around each other, their old attraction flares to life hot enough to incinerate them and their best intentions.




 Julianne climbed down the ladder, her knees so shaky she was surprised she didn’t collapse into Zane’s arms. Facing the man she’d once believed would be part of every single day of her future sent her into her biggest emotional tailspin since he’d walked away nearly fifteen years ago. “You surprised me,” she admitted, her voice stronger than she’d dared hope. “Your manager led me to believe you wouldn’t come.”

Unable to resist the magnetic attraction, she stepped toward him. He’d cut his beautiful shoulder-length black hair into a more conventional style. Gone were the black hoodie and ripped jeans of his youth. Now he wore chinos and a sharply pressed blue button-down shirt, open at the neck.

 “I didn’t plan this trip, but you left me no choice. The sketches and painting I gave you are not for sale.” The dark storms in his cobalt-blue eyes mirrored the turbulence of the day he’d marched away from her. The same fire and frustration reflected in all of his gallery paintings.

 “I own them. I don’t need your permission to sell them.” She held her body rigid, the fragile shell the only thing keeping her heart from crumbling. Despite choosing this path, the prospect of parting with the only piece of him she’d been able to hang onto filled her with yawning emptiness.

 “As long as my name is on them and you’re planning to get rich off me, I will fight you on this to the bitter end.”

 Getting rich was so far from the truth, she would have laughed if he hadn’t stolen her sense of humor along with her breath. She scrambled to recover her professionalism and treat him the way she would any other visitor or school official. “We’re honored to have you back at Regret Hollow High.” Her students rightly considered him a living legend and would be awed beyond words. Her brother, on the other hand, might burst an artery. No, surely her brother and Zane had both moved on from their ancient history. She was the only one clinging to a past that had meant everything to her.



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Sara Daniel writes what she loves to read—irresistible romance, from sweet to erotic and everything in between. She battles a serious NASCAR addiction, was once a landlord of two uninvited squirrels, and loses her car keys several times a day.

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Monday, June 6, 2016

The Silver Moon of Merryn Dexter


Silver Moon
Hot Moon Rising #6
By Merryn Dexter
Now Available


Publisher: Decadent Publishing Company, LLC
ISBN: 9781683610496
Word Count: 39,600
Cover Art: Mina Carter









She was in the wrong place at the wrong time
Following the death of her widowed father, schoolteacher Silver Ellis transfers to Central Florida, looking for a new start. Naïve and unworldly, she soon realizes she’s made a mistake. She doesn’t fit in. A foolish attempt to do the right thing leaves Silver on the wrong end of a murderer’s gun. Only the intervention of Palmetto County Detective Jesse Farrell saves her life. Jesse needs to keep her hidden and he knows just the place

He only knows how to destroy in order to save
Kirk Matheson is the last line of defense for the Moonlight Pack. He’s fought hard and dirty to help save the remnants of their small pack. He will do whatever it takes to keep them safe. Of the pack, but not part of them, he is struggling to settle in the pack’s new location.

Witness protection has never been like this!
Silver finds herself in the custody of Kirk, the biggest, meanest man she’s ever met. He attracts her almost as much as he scares her. Once she starts to uncover his secrets, she’s intrigued. Maybe there is more to him than meets the eye.

Kirk is outraged when his alpha insists her takes Silver under his protection. The pretty, curvy human invades his space, driving him crazy with her delicate scent and sweet nature. The sooner he can get rid of her the better, right?

When Silver starts to show an interest, Kirk conceives the perfect plan. He can slake his painful lust for her and, by showing her the monster beneath his skin, make sure she never comes near him again. Her natural passions take him by surprise, sparking a fierce addiction he might never be able to slake.

He’ll sacrifice it all to save her
Betrayal and corruption put Silver in mortal danger. Kirk will destroy everything he’s saved to rescue the human female he cannot live without.






Merryn Dexter is a military spouse who, after a varied employment career (from selling sandals to old ladies with bunions to being a health and safety coordinator for a construction company), is thrilled to be pursuing her dream career as a romance writer. She likes The Winchesters, Spike, Hotch, Loki and watching complicated European Noir. Her hobbies include crying at books, crying at movies, crying at tv serials (there’s a theme!) and believes all stories should have a Happy Ending.  






Snarling, Kirk shoved the woman behind his back, trapping her between the door and his thick body. He rounded on the four men, claws forming, teeth elongated and ready to snap. They’d summoned him for a reason and there could be no room for doubts. The woman had been deemed a threat and the situation would be handled.
His way.
Chest heaving like a set of bellows, he studied the four men arrayed before him. Charlie and Jesse looked furious, glowering and struggling against the hold Rand had on them. The pack second looked amused, although Kirk didn’t see anything to laugh about. And Derek looked thoughtful, studying him with those probing eyes of his.
“You’re hurting me,” a soft, feminine voice whispered into his back. What did he care about crushing her? She wouldn’t feel anything soon enough. Still, he eased a few inches away, missing the slight warmth once the woman was no longer squeezed tight between himself and the door.
“Calm down, Kirk.” Derek didn’t bother to raise his voice over the curses pouring from Charlie.
“Not me that needs to calm down. You summoned me, and we both know what that means. Not my problem you chose to involve those who have no business here.” He sneered at the two human males and pressed back against the plump little female until her ripe breasts nestled against his spine. Her small hands braced at his hips, and she made a futile effort to push him forward again.
A look of sadness flittered across the alpha’s face, and he shook his head. “You are what I made you, Kirk, and I am sorrier for that than you will ever know. I should have realized you would jump to conclusions as to why I called you.”
A deep growl rumbled in Kirk’s chest. He was proud to serve Derek and the pack. Every step he’d taken down the road to hell had been taken with the sure knowledge no one else in the pack would have to perform an evil deed for the greater good. He carried the sins of their survival so they didn’t have to.
“I don’t need pity. I just need your orders. I’ve got a dump site already picked out. She’s only a little thing so the gators will make short work of the body.”
“Body? What body? I didn’t bring her here for you to kill her, you freak!” Jesse yelled, straining against Rand’s hold.
Kirk ignored him, keeping his eyes fixed on Derek’s face. He couldn’t ignore the sobs, or the scent of terror, rising from the woman though. Her tears soaked into his shirt, her fingers scrabbled against his back where she fought to get free from his weight restraining her. An inexplicable urge to gather her into his arms and comfort her rose in his chest. He snarled again, using his anger to fight down the conflicting emotions.
“This is Silver Ellis and she needs our protection. Needs your protection. My orders are for you to take her back to the cabin with you and keep her safe from harm,” Derek said.

A bark of bitter laughter escaped Kirk. The alpha must have taken leave of his senses. “I don’t do protection.”

Sunday, June 5, 2016

Lana and the Laird by Sabrina York




LOVE IS A BATTLEFIELD



Lachlan Sinclair cannot escape his accursed heritage in his Highlands homeland. Somewhat resigned to the fate that destroyed his ancestors, he is prepared to live his life without an heir, without a wife―without love. But when he meets the woman of his dreams in the flesh, the bewitching lass makes him want to throw away his cursed, restrained existence…and unleash the highlander within…

Lana Dounreay has only seen the Duke of Caithness in her dreams as a wild, rugged man, while in reality, his life has been cramped by curses and cravats. He may have forgone his kilt and lost his brogue, but Lana knows that the heart of a true Scotsman beats within his broad, muscular chest. But what plans does the mysterious, passionate Lachlan have in mind for her―and can she convince him that love is stronger than all else?







Lachlan threw back his covers and set his feet on the floor. He had to wait until he stopped shaking to stand, and even then his legs were limp. When he could, he stumbled to the wardrobe and found a pair of breeches and a simple shirt. After a fright like this, he needed to walk, to clear his mind, his soul, of the terror.

He didn’t wake Dougal. He never did. It was unfair to ask his cousin to bear the onus of his curse. Lachlan made his way through the deserted halls of Lochlannach Castle, down the grand staircase, and headed for the terrace that overlooked the crashing sea below. There was a moon tonight. The view of Dunnet Bay would calm his soul. And if it did not, there was always the option of stepping over the edge and into oblivion.

But as he emerged into the cool velvet night, it wasn’t oblivion that awaited him.
It was Lana Dounreay.

She sat on the seawall staring out at his coveted view, dressed in a diaphanous froth that had to be her nightdress. Her hair, turned silver by the night, hung down over her shoulders, glimmering in the moonlight.

His heart pattered, but for a very different reason.

She was so lovely, so serene, it made his breath catch.

He came to stand beside her without a word, tucking his hands in his pockets and staring at the sea. She glanced up at him, but without surprise, as though she had expected him. Together they gazed out at the dark ripples of the water, the shards of light dancing over the surface of the blackness.
A gentle breeze wafted by, bringing with it her scent. It made him dizzy.

Ah, how he wished . . .

He wished he were another man. A man not cursed. A man not haunted. A man not doomed to an early death.

A man who could have kissed her once.

How magnificent would that have been?

He must have sighed because she put her hand on his arm. It was warm. Soft. Alluring.

“Can you no’ sleep?” she asked in a soothing timbre.

He glanced at her and his gaze was snared. Her eyes were so wide, so blue, so deep. He wanted to drown in them. “No. I . . . had a visitor.”

Her brow rumpled. “A visitor?”

“Yes.” He turned back to the sea. Though he was loath to discuss this with anyone, lest they think him mad, he knew she would understand. “My father.”

“Ah. I see. Does he visit you often?”

Lachlan snorted a laugh but it was really not one. “Too often.”

Lana tipped her head to the side. “You . . . doona enjoy his visits?”

“I do not. They are . . . terrifying.”

Why this puzzled her was a mystery. Ghosts were terrifying.

“Can you describe the visit?”

Something in her tone caught his attention. He sat beside her on the wall, listening to the waves crash below. It took a while for him to collect his thoughts, but she waited. “He is always dour. Pained. There is wailing and—”

“Wailing?”

“Yes. But it is the chains that are the most perturbing.”

Lana blinked. “Chains?”

“Yes. He’s draped in them. Bound by them. It is his eternal torment. Because of the curse.”

“How odd. None of the ghosts I know wear chains.”

“They are probably not cursed.”

“Probably not.” Her lips quirked as she murmured, “As there are no such things as curses.”

His heart lurched. Would that that were true. He studied her face. Beautiful as it was, that hint of amusement pricked at him. “Do you find this funny?”

“Nae. No’ a bit of it.” She patted his hand. Her heat lingered. “’Tis just . . . odd.”

“What is odd?” Was he really asking? This whole conversation was odd.

“Odd that your ghost wears chains. Chains are verra . . . of this earth, after all.”

“He’s being punished. They are probably metaphorical.”

“Most likely.”

As they turned back to the vista before them, Lachlan reflected that this was, indeed, a surreal conversation to be having. But then, with someone like Lana, it made sense.

“Your mother doesna wear chains.”

His belly roiled at the thought. “I am . . . gratified to hear it.”

“She seems quite at peace.”

“Good to know.”

“Except that she worries about you.”

“Will you tell her I’m fine?”

“I canna.”

He gaped at her.

She lifted a shoulder. “I willna lie to her. Besides, she knows you’re no’ a happy man.”

A happy man? Was there such a thing?

“I am a cursed man.”

“Pffft.”

“I am.” He didn’t know why he smiled. His lips just wanted to move that way.

What was it about this woman, this sprite, that made the shadows waft away? Made all his dark ruminations evaporate like mists in the sunlight? Made him smile after the horrific encounter he’d just had?

Ah, but it didn’t seem so horrific. Not now. Not with her by his side.

Lana shot him a glance that warmed his heart. “She thought you looked verra fine tonight at dinner.”
“Ah. The kilt.”

“Aye.” Her lashes fluttered. “I thought you looked verra fine as well.”

Now, that stirred something in him. Something illicit and naughty. “Did you?”

“Aye.”

“Was I manly?” He was teasing, perhaps, but when she flicked a glance at him, with that expression—one of hunger and admiration and . . . heat—all his playfulness withered, scorched by the blazing flare of his lust.

There was something about the cloak of night, the refreshing scent of the sea, the fragrance of her perfume, the way her hair riffled in the breeze. Or maybe it was his churning need to wipe the memory of his father’s visit from his mind, or the suddenly clawing desire to be a man he could never be . . . but Lachlan had to kiss her. Everything in him ached for it.

And so he did.

Though it was foolish and injudicious and wildly inappropriate of him, he did.


WHAT PEOPLE ARE SAYING ABOUT SABRINA YORK’S UNTAMED HIGHLANDERS

Bold and steamy—Publisher’s Weekly
A stunning tale from beginning to end—Love, Life and Booklust
Top Pick—Night Owl Reviews
York turns her talent for sizzle to men in kilts—and the women who love them—in her newest sexy romp—RT Magazine

Untamed Highlanders Series

Want More Highlanders by Sabrina York?
Call of the Wild Wind—Ever My Love Collection (Sequel to Tarnished Honor)

More Historicals Coming Soon From Sabrina York
NOBLE PASSIONS SERIES RE-RELEASE
Folly,  Book 1
Dark Fancy, Book 2
Dark Duke, Book 3
Brigand, Book 4
Defiant, Book 5




Thursday, June 2, 2016

Tina Donahue brings the Moonlight Danger


MOONLIGHT DANGER
(Hot Moon Rising series)

by Tina Donahue




Alone for too long, they’ve finally found each other and home.
Now, they’ll have to fight to keep both safe.

Nick Wyatt lost his mate and vowed never to love again. The hurt’s too deep. Portia Danes knows about loss. When her parents were killed, they left her as the only shifter in their hometown. Needing to be with her own kind, she found Moonlight…and Nick.

Nick fights his longing for Portia but can’t resist, coming alive within her loving and lusty embrace.

Heated days and nights follow. Their bond grows and so do a series of strange accidents in Moonlight. Minor at first then increasing in gravity and frequency. When the pack’s suspicions ignite about Portia, Nick must defend her against an unexpected enemy or risk losing her forever.





“Before I cook our steaks, do you mind if I cool off first?” She already sat on the ground, untying and tossing her boots aside. Her adorable socks followed. She’d painted her toenails deep red and had another flower tat on her ankle.
Nick wanted to taste it, his mouth watering.
“Can you believe it’s so hot already?” She unhooked her overalls straps and unbuttoned each side of the garment near her hips.
“What?”
“It’s hot, don’t you think?”
She leaned back, wiggled out of her overalls, and tossed them aside. Her panties were a scrap of some silky material edged in pink lace. He wouldn’t have expected any other color. “Ah….”
She dropped her tank top on the denim. Her boobs filled her pink bra near to overflowing, the gentle mounds quivering with each movement and breath. Effortlessly, she glided the straps off her arms, unhooked the bra back, and lobbed the garment onto her growing clothes pile.
He stepped forward without meaning to, transfixed by her nipples, a deep rose as he’d guessed, puckered and tight, ready for a man’s mouth.
Portia didn’t flaunt her partial nudity. She appeared far more casual than he as she slipped off her panties. No wait, she’d worn a thong. His skin tingled.
She chucked the underwear on top of her bra and stood. “You must be hot, too. Want to join me? Plenty of room.”
Nick figured she’d gestured to the water, but he couldn’t concentrate on anything except the springy curls between her legs. That delicate pelt was as dark as her other hair. Her cleft and puffy lips pointed the way to paradise. At least for a little while. After that….
He should leave.
She padded to him, taking his hands. “Join me when you’re ready. We have all night. I’m not going anywhere but here.”
Three small moles circled her navel, fascinating him. A light sprinkling of freckles graced her shoulders. Although tall and athletic, she was surprisingly narrow, seeming so delicate.
She had more courage than he did, facing him with unashamed desire and patience.
Nick wanted to make a move but couldn’t quite break free from the past, telling himself he shouldn’t. He deserved to remain alone forever. She kissed his knuckles. His lids slipped down. He ached with need and resistance.
True to her word, she stayed relatively close, slipping into the water, the brief waves lapping her thighs. “Wow. Almost as good as a shower.”
She poured water over her shoulders, breasts, and belly. Her delicate curls trapped the moisture that sparkled in the remaining daylight. Soon, the heavy moon would rain its silvery light on them. If he were still here, which he wouldn’t be.
He edged closer to the bank.
After dampening her neck, she lay on her back, floating, face turned to him.
He didn’t recall taking off his work boots, socks, jeans, or tee. When he wore nothing except his stretchy boxer briefs, he considered what he was doing.
She patted the water, encouragingly. “Hop on.”
“On?”
“In. Always mix those up. Come on, you need to cool off.”
With both of them in there, they’d probably bring the damn stream to a boil. Warning bells rang. Loneliness and lust won. Shutting down his misgivings, Nick peeled off his underwear. He stood above her, naked and fully aroused, letting her get her fill of the man, the beast he was.




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