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A body guard turned kidnapper has his hands full trying to handle a high spirited society gal determined to escape
On the publisher's best sellers list for two consecutive months! Whiskey Creek Press
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"THE SENATOR'S DAUGHTER" 2007
Most women kidnapped on the eve of their wedding would be devastated, but not Sophie. It keeps her from marrying a man she doesn't love. Besides, her kidnapper is a sexy hunk whose caresses keep her a willing captive. Lust turns to love, but time is running out. Sophie's ruthless fiance is hot on their trail with revenge and murder on his mind! Will she and Brent have a chance at happiness, or will Sophie be forced to keep a promise made through blackmail?
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How in the world did he expect her to sleep with him lying next to her all night? She already felt the heat from their close proximity, reaching up to undo some of the top buttons of her shirt. She fluffed the material against her hot skin, thanking God for the cool air of the fan overhead.In the end it wasn’t enough. As Brent settled into an exhausted sleep, Sophie lay there burning up, listening to his soft snores and undoing yet another button, and another. She tried to inch away from his hot flesh but their handcuffed wrists prevented her from getting very far. She couldn’t even roll onto her side, which was how she usually liked to sleep. She stilled for a second before fluffing her shirt again. What had she ever done to deserve this kind of torture? God, it was like a furnace…“Will you be still!” Brent grumbled. “I’m hot!” She whispered, defending herself.“Well if you’d stopped wiggling you’d cool down. I’m hot too.” This was impossible, Sophie thought, squirming to get into a more comfortable position. She was frightened but more than that, she was aware of his closeness. He had no right, forcing her to sleep with him! He released a snort as she continued to twist and turn.Her fingertips inadvertently brushed against his muscular thigh. She tried to pretend it didn’t happen but that was like trying to pretend she wasn’t a woman. Besides, now her fingertips were singed and worse, tingling. “Damn it!” Brent barked losing control.“I’m use to sleeping on my side,” she said in her defense. With a deep sigh that sounded more like a grumble of aggravation Brent rolled to his side, turning her with him so that when they were finally settled she was in the scooped out hollow provided by his body, with his arm around her. She gasped at his audacity, trying to scoot away but he yanked her back just as easily. “Now go to sleep!” he snarled against her ear. Sophie grew stiff as a board, holding her breath, speechless with shock. The intimacy of their position terrified her. Their bare legs were touching from thigh to ankle. In addition, she could definitely feel the soft bulge of Brent’s member flush against her buttocks. Oh dear Lord this was worse than anything she could have imagined! Everything at that moment became intensified. The warmth of his breath against her ear, stirring her hair. The rhythm of his heart as it beat against her back. His large hand resting against her belly, she could feel every one of his fingers. Not until his soft, steady breathing indicated he’d fallen back to sleep was she able to finally relax. She could forget about cooling down now, she was hotter than ever, but at least she was on her side. Finally, after an agonizing hour of waiting for the unknown, her eyes began to drift shut and she sank into a welcome slumber."CUPID'S ARROW" 2006
They can run but they can’t hide from cupid’s arrow! A mistake brings the sexy small town detective and pretty divorcee together, and soon they're running into each other at every turn. It's clear from the start they’re sexually attracted to each other, but Mike’s bad luck in choosing the wrong women and Emma’s past heartbreak threatens to keep them apart. Can they overcome the past and love again?
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The bathroom wasn’t all that big and when Mike stepped further into the room it shrunk even smaller. “Sorry if I frightened you.” As he spoke his eyes moved around the room, searching for a good place for her to sit. There was only one place high enough. “Up.” He patted the vanity top.“Up? I don’t think…” Before she could brace herself Mike’s hands went to her waist, hoisting her up without any trouble. She caught her breath when her legs came in contact with the cold marble surface. “You were saying?” He took in her pretty blush, noticing she couldn’t meet his eyes. "Do you always get your way?” There was a slight tremor in her voice, which didn’t go unnoticed by Mike. He couldn’t help wondering if she was as effected as he was by their close proximity. He began questioning his common sense. Her sitting on the vanity brought them almost at eye level. “When it matters,” he responded with amusement He lowered his gaze, taking in the blood soaking her costume before opening the kit to see what it offered. Not much, but at least it had bandages and antibiotic ointment. He set it aside, reaching for Emma’s leg. She stiffened immediately. “Ouch.”His eyes shot up to hers. “I haven’t even touched you yet.”“I’m practicing,” she said with sass, the light in her eyes catching Mike’s interest and turning him warm inside. For a second he wanted to do something crazy, like kiss that soft mouth. He wanted to know if it taste as sweet as it looked. He wondered if kissing her would erase the humor that always seemed present in her eyes, replacing it with something else. Something hot and needy. When he realized he was staring at her mouth he literally shook his head, swearing beneath his breath. “Are you okay?” There was nothing at all innocent about her question. Not when she used that low, seductive tone and was looking at him like something she wanted to lap up. Was he okay? Hell, he hadn’t been okay since the first time he looked into her large, brown eyes. He managed to find enough strength to ignore her comment, bending to the task at hand. His hands reached for the fabric covering her thigh, gently parting it where it was torn. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves and stop the shaking of his hands, he carefully inspected the wound. His fingers and knuckles grazed Emma’s soft skin and he clenched his teeth to ignore the rush of heat exploding through him. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d touched anything so satiny. He gently probed the area, searching for any remaining glass. Emma caught her breath, stiffening, her hands falling upon his shoulders as though to push him away. Mike slowly raised his eyes to hers, losing himself in the sensual pools. His hands faltered. The glare of the bathroom light emphasized the situation between them making it more intimate than it should be.“It’s not deep, you won’t need stitches. But if it heals up with glass inside it could become infected.”“I know you’re not hurting me on purpose, Mike. Maybe I need a bullet to bite on or something.” The soft look in her eyes told him she trusted him. “Do what you need to do.” What he needed to do and what he wanted to do was the same thing. If Emma only knew what she was inviting, he thought to himself. He was standing between her glorious thighs, touching her, his gaze dropped to her breasts noticing the peaks were crowned. They rose and fell softly with her every breath, teasing him, almost begging him for attention. If he made it out of there without making a complete fool of himself it would be a miracle. As if sensing the direction of his thoughts Emma suddenly removed her hands from his shoulders. Lord, he thought, just let him finish up and get the hell out of there while he could still walk. Offered in print & ebook
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