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What does a man do when a work project puts him in a conference room with Sabrina Moore, the sexy woman of his dreams? If the man is Peter Merrill, he's got three choices: (1) Fantasize about her; (2) Notice how sweet she is; or (3) Find out what she's wearing under her suit jacket . . . Sabrina hasn't stopped thinking about Peter since they started working on the project together. When they realize their desire is mutual, suit jackets aren't the only thing to come off. But Sabrina's keeping a secret that may interfere with their relationship . . . Reviews
Excerpt She never guessed she would feel this way when she was asked to work with Peter Merrill fourteen days, three hours, and seven minutes ago. Not that she was counting. Sure, she enjoyed looking at him. He was tall, dark, and not-quite-handsome, with thick black hair and dark green eyes. After a week, watching him taking off his suit jacket had become the highlight of her day. He wore no jacket today, and the rolled-up sleeves of his white shirt revealed muscular forearms that made her want to whimper in frustration. She fantasized about running her hands up and down those arms, feeling his muscles-- "I made you copies of the charts." Peter handed her a small pile of papers. Work. Right. She stifled a sigh. Obviously concentration was a problem. Unless it meant concentrating on Peter, as she'd done at this morning's meeting. "You did a great job with them," he said with a smile. There was the problem. Peter wasn't only good looking. He noticed and praised people's strengths and listened when someone shared an opinion. The truth was, he made her feel valued, at least as a coworker. When they started working together, she had admired his appearance. Now she liked everything about him, except the fact that he didn't seem to notice her on a personal level. Maybe he had a girlfriend. Or two. Or--God!--was he gay? She hoped not. She didn't want to think about how things would change next Monday when the project was finished and they stopped spending hours in the conference room. Maybe she should say something to test the waters, see if he was interested. Or she could just jump him. He was a guy, right? Surely he wouldn't mind. Thinking about how he might react made her smile. Then she swallowed and wondered when the temperature had gone up in the room. Time to get back to work. Only half an hour left before the end of the day. Sabrina knew she should be grateful for the chance to prove her worth, to show her supervisor what she could do. Her immediate boss had indicated her hard work was sure to get the attention of the Big Boss. "Your work will send a positive message," she had said. Sabrina had her own message for the Big Boss. I appreciate the assignment to work with Peter Merrill. Thanks, Dad. If the torture continues, don't expect anything for Father's Day. Behind the Scenes
When Chloe Wilson enters her apartment building, she doesn't expect to see ex-lover Sean Harris, the man who left her six months before. She doesn't know why he's back, and she doesn't waste time wondering--until they get stuck in a malfunctioning elevator. Suddenly, Chloe has nothing but time. Sean didn't plan for the elevator to break down, but he's not going to waste time wondering what happened. He'll take advantage of it, because his return is no coincidence. He wants Chloe back and will do whatever it takes to convince her to let him back in her life. Reviews
Excerpt Chloe Wilson ran to the elevator as the doors began to close. "Hold the elevator!" Missing it meant being stuck in the lobby for at least ten minutes. The superintendent should get them fixed. There were six elevators, and all of them moved slower than a bad blind date. Yesterday, the door had shut right in her face. She'd already waited for an elevator twice this week and didn't want to do it again. Today, luck was with her. The sliding elevator doors stopped abruptly, then jerked open. "Oh, thank you," she said, stepping inside. "You're welcome." Oh, God. Maybe she wasn't lucky. She knew that deep, rich voice. It almost made her get off the elevator and wait for the next one. She could take the stairs. Fifteen flights weren't too bad. It'd only take...much too long to climb. Her calves hurt just thinking about it. Plus her stomach was doing flip-flops at the sight of him, something that wouldn't make a trip up the stairs any easier. That left one option--staying in the elevator with the voice. She'd heard it for the first time about a year ago, when he'd consulted at her office on a minor work project. They'd worked together only two weeks, but his voice had captivated her. She hadn't hesitated to say yes when he asked her to dinner. Within months, she'd fallen in love. First, with the voice, then with the man it belonged to. Sean. "Hello, Chloe." "Hi." She turned to face him. He looked wonderful--tall, lean, and muscled--in worn jeans and a black T-shirt. His brown hair was longer than the last time she'd seen him. Why did she still want to melt when she looked at him? It made her want to scream in sheer frustration. His shirt clung to his chest and abs, bringing back memories of buying him T‑shirts when they'd been together. Sean collected T-shirts and had more than a dozen of them. The first time she'd bought him one, he'd grinned, put it on, and modeled it for her. Later, she'd slowly taken it off him, and they'd made love on the couch. Now, after months of missing his smile, missing him, Sean was back. Behind the Scenes
When Erin Andrews buys an antique ring, her practical world turns upside-down. First, she hears a disembodied voice. Then, she receives a series of threatening notes. In her search for answers, Erin seeks advice from antiquities expert Luke Hunter, a man who's deeply interested in the ring. Reviews
Excerpt "I'm fine. And you're welcome. I'm glad I was there." "Can you teach me to do it?" He looked confused. "Do what?" "Fight. You teach karate, right?" "Karate isn't about fighting." "I want to learn," I persisted. "I'll teach you. But we'll start with something else and work up to karate." He stood up, turning off the TV with the remote before pulling me down the hallway. He led me to a makeshift gym with standard equipment, weights, and a wide area I guessed was where he practiced karate. Blue mats covered the floor. "Let's get started." Something else turned out to be instruction in balance and lessons in escaping from different holds. I wiggled against him. "I...want to...do karate." "You just can't remember how to get out of this hold," he said near my ear. He was right. I couldn't remember, and the proximity of our bodies wasn't helping matters. I stood in front of him, arms at my side, while his arms wrapped around me and rested directly under my breasts. My struggling wasn't getting me out of his arms--it was only pushing my breasts against his forearms and making me feel out of breath. "You're wrong. I do remember." I didn't, but I didn't want him to know it. "So?" I felt his chest move as if he were trying not to laugh. "What's your next move?" Hell. I wasn't sure what the move was supposed to be, but I wanted to turn around and push him against the wall. With only a few short tugs, I could get his pants off and my pants off and then I'd wrap my legs around him and sink onto his cock... His arms tightened a fraction. "You sure you know what to do?" Oh, yeah. I knew what to do, and the dampness of my panties signaled how ready I was to do it. "Are you hoping I'll get bored and let you go?" No, not even close. "Yes, it's part of my plan to distract you from whatever you're planning to do." "It's not working," he muttered, and I felt his dick swell against me. Maybe I could use this. He had my upper body immobilized. Now I'd see what I could do with the rest. I wiggled again, this time doing my best to press against him. "Nice try." He tightened his arms again. Okay, that hadn't worked. I tried to ease my arms out of reach and realized it was hopeless. Use your head. But I was so distracted by Luke that I couldn't have located my head if I had a map and directions. "Think about it, Erin. If my arms are around you, what does that mean?" I was pretty sure I knew what it meant. That was the problem. Behind the Scenes
Andrew and Sarah have almost everything they could want after four years of marriage--wealth, companionship, and love. What they don't have is a child. Sarah fears that the one thing she cannot give her husband may destroy their marriage. Reviews Excerpt She leaned her face into his hand. "Do you?" "You're thinking of ways to unman me." She laughed. "Certainly not. That wouldn't suit me at all." "What would suit you?" Her fingers moved to his partially buttoned waistcoat. "I think you know." She unbuttoned and removed his waistcoat and shirt, exposing his torso to her gaze and inviting her touch. Accepting the invitation, she slid her fingers from his stomach to his chest. "This suits you?" His voice sounded hoarse. She kissed his chest. "You suit me," she whispered. His heart pounded under her hand, and his hands lifted, holding her in place. She rubbed his chest in small circles, feeling his muscles ripple under her touch. "Sarah." "Yes?" Her gaze dropped to his tented trousers. She reached down to unfasten them, but before she could, Drew pushed them off. Naked, he was even more beautiful to her-all toned muscles and solid strength. She licked her lips. "See?" Her voice sounded husky even to her own ears. "You do know what I want." Behind the Scenes
When hotel owner Mélanie Laurent receives a black rose from a would-be suitor, she can't afford to ignore it. Her adversary doesn't just want her--he wants L'Hôtel Roseraie and the rest of her holdings. To reach his goals, he's willing to do anything, even involve humans in what should be vampire business. To win, Mélanie must defeat her rival at his own game. Justin Garvey knows Mélanie isn't what she seems. That belief is confirmed when he learns she is a vampire. When his assistant is murdered by Mélanie's adversary, Justin vows to get revenge--a vow that brings him further into the vampire world. Justin and Mélanie discover that they make great partners . . . but to succeed, they must risk everything. Reviews Excerpt Behind the Scenes |
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