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BLURB:
Mandy Malone ditches her pharmaceutical convention and the
married male colleagues hitting on her to hurry home to her waiting family. But
she doesn’t bank on the blizzard that forces her off the road and into a
deserted rest stop. When she meets another road refugee, their attraction is
immediate and molten hot. Suddenly, getting stranded doesn’t seem like such bad
luck after all.
Although totally unprepared for Mandy’s unvarnished
proposition, Jack is intrigued by the erotic offer of a promising night of
no-questions-asked sex. But when he notices the wedding band on Mandy’s finger,
will he forego the lure of a torrid clandestine affair, or give in to the
fantasy of blazing hot sex on a wintry
night?
EXCERPT:
She rooted
around in her handbag again, on the off chance she’d missed something useful to
her current situation.
“Is this
what you’re looking for, lady?”
Mandy
glanced up, startled by the deep, rumbling baritone that echoed loudly in the
fairly quiet building. And even more startled by the tall, gorgeous hunk of
manhood bundled into a down parka standing next to her
table.
I could totally jump
him. Right here. Right
now.
From
nowhere, steamy erotic images of what she wanted to do with the man leaped
unbidden into her head. She’d never felt such instant attraction to anyone, such
a frantic desire. Maybe it was a reaction to her frightening experience on the
Thruway. Or maybe something else created the overpowering
chemistry.
Besides
being the most handsome man she’d ever laid eyes on, he held out a
battery-operated pocket charger. A sigh escaped her as he stared down at
her.
“It’s not
the only thing I’m looking for.” Her voice, husky and sultry, and laden with
blatant sexual innuendo, shocked her. Where had those words come from? Nearly
alone with him in the deserted rest stop…and still she felt…safe.
“Yeah?” The
man removed his parka, revealing a plaid flannel shirt, the triangle of a white,
cold-weather T-shirt peeping from the open neckline. When he raised his arms,
thick bands of muscle rippled across his chest, beneath the layers of fabric. He
riveted her with brilliant azure eyes, bluer than a lake under the summer’s sun.
His hair, which curled a bit boyishly at his temples, resembled a wet beach,
light, dirty brown, with shimmering bronze threads straggling through the locks.
But this was no boy. No, indeed.
God. Gorgeous did not even begin
to cover it. The
longer he looked at her, the hotter she became. So hot she suddenly felt she’d
do anything, dare anything with this man.
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