Her love is his salvation . . . and greatest danger.
Only a tough woman can survive in a town filled with cut-throat men, and Charlotte Phillips is no exception. She’s willful, fiery, and does as she wishes, yet nothing could prepare her for the consequences of saving a man from certain death. Her heart may be in the right place, but now her days are numbered.
Avery Samms made an innocent mistake and pays with the flesh on his back. With the doctor out of town, he’s sure an agonizing death is his fate. Until a beautiful angel shocks everyone—especially Avery—by taking him home to heal. One blissful moment under the cover of night lures them to forbidden desire . . .
But beneath a savage sun, they must fight for their love . . . and their lives.
Reader Advisory: This book contains an incomparable hero and a spirited heroine, pistol slinging, knife wielding, bad guys, bad language, and smokin’ hot love scenes.
Charlotte sat on the edge of her bed, trembling from head to toe. She didn’t know what had come over her when she saw Avery in the shadows at the dance, but something pulled her to him. An urge she couldn’t resist made all of those lingering thoughts—his beautiful smile, his lips, the intensity of his gaze—become a thing of pure need. She needed him. She wanted him. And nobody in this world was going to tell her that she couldn’t have him. Only he could make that decision.
After their world-turning kiss earlier, his presence stayed with her all day—not that she hadn’t thought of him before. The way he laid his eyes on her like she was his, made her ache with anticipation.
It wasn’t only a physical yearning, it was much more than that. His deep voice was soothing, yet commanding, his laughter livened her soul, and his lust for life made her feel the same way. Perhaps they were meant to meet, to help each other. She may have stopped the whipping, but he eased her lonely soul.
Her body became aware the second the front door opened and closed. Charlotte held her breath as the dull thud of his boot heels counted down the seconds. Anxious fear made her throat cinch as she shifted her nervous gaze to the bedroom door.
He was there as if he might’ve been every night for twenty years, leaning casually against the doorframe, his lips curved with awareness. A man’s smile may arouse a flutter in a woman’s stomach, but this one was different. This held the look of pure primal demand.
Good lord he’s a big man.
With wide eyes, she gazed at his head nearly touching the top of the frame. He seemed bigger than before, more imposing. She twisted her hands in her lap, unsure what to say without sounding awkward and unladylike, or pathetic and childlike.
“What you said earlier . . . is it what you truly want?” His golden eyes seemed to spark more with each word.
Charlotte nodded, still at a loss for words.
“Have you been with a man before?” His deep, husky voice slithered over her as if his lips were against her skin.
“No. But I almost . . .” She cleared her throat when his lip curved up again.
“Almost isn’t going to graze the tip of what I’m about to do to you . . .”
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A lounge singer, haunted by the past, Nina Grey pours her soul into her music and her trysts with women. But having a sexy roommate like Jordan, who looks at her like he can read her thoughts, makes her question her true desires. Would one night in his bed ease her turmoil, or complicate their friendship?
Jordan Martin views Nina like a glass of fine scotch, yet two things stand in his way. Nina claims that she doesn’t like men, and she doesn’t know a thing about his jaded life either. But when her past catches up with her, and secrets are exposed, Jordan is forced to show his true colors, or risk forever losing the only woman who stirs his soul . . .
Everything about her turned him on. From her curvy ass to her smile that was warm enough to melt a frozen lake . . . especially with the little gap between her front teeth. If he didn’t concentrate, when her hazel eyes glinted under the lights, it could reach right into his jeans and stroke his cock to life. He even thought the hemorrhoid cream she put under her eyes every night was fucking cute. All those little things made Nina special to him.
Having these uncontrollable feelings around her confused him. He didn’t know what to say or how to act. He didn’t want to scare her away. Being a gentleman was one thing, but being himself was another. Deep down, he knew that if he couldn’t have her physically, he’d always stand in the shadows and admire her from afar, and be her friend—it was better than not having her in his life at all.
A wry smile curved his lips. Nina may think she only desired women, but Jordan sensed a lot more to it than that. She was hiding something, probably using her fun with other women as a front. He got that. Experimenting wasn’t a bad thing. But, still . . .
He’d tossed and turned again last night, listening to her less-than-convincing moans while her latest lover tried to bring her to orgasm—without victory. If she’d let him between her legs, she’d be squirting on his face like a disturbed can of beer.
The question lingered like a curse at the back of his mind; were her lovers the problem, or was Nina holding back? He’d be tempted to give up his freedom and go to jail just to know her secrets.
Nina turned her sweet face, and she looked at his arm, gnawing her lower lip between her teeth.
Rendered speechless, he stood frozen, captured by the curve of her full, peach-colored lips. His gaze wandered down to the twin melons beneath her V-neck shirt, and his mouth went dry. He wanted to cup them in his hands, hold the weight of each plump breast, and suck on her taut nipples. He’d nip them until she begged him to stop the exquisite torture--
“Missing something?” She held out his trusty bottle of Glenfiddich.
“Oh, right.” He snatched the bottle, averting his gaze from her chest, and proceeded to pour a healthy measure, at least three fingers. Fuck it, may as well be five.
Nina chuckled, raking her hazel-eyed gaze over him. “Planning on getting drunk, are we?”
“Might as well.” He turned away, concentrating solely on his drink.
Nina leaned forward, putting her face directly in his view over the counter. He didn’t want to look at her, but she didn’t give him a choice.
“What’s your problem?”
He smiled, knowing it didn’t reach his eyes. “Nothing, babe. Just a long day.” A long day of bullshit thoughts.
Blissfully unaware of his reality, she stood on tiptoe and kissed his cheek. The impression of her sweet lips burned his lonely flesh. He couldn’t help wondering how those luscious lips would feel directed elsewhere--
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It's here, folks! Ride the rails with sexy Tyrone and tough Eileen in my latest release, High-Speed Hunger!
Eileen Lavoie hasn’t had a moment’s peace in forever. As manager of Ragin’ Cajun Racing, being mother hen to testosterone and ego in coveralls is tough business. Not only did she break the rules and date her lead driver, she’s got a hankering for the new guy…and he’s one sexy Jamaican treat.
Raised on the track, Tyrone Ellis wants the chance to make a name for himself, and he wants the boss’s daughter in every way possible. One night of unforgettable passion sets the wheels in motion, but will jealousy and competition lead to an unfortunate end?
He closed the distance and removed the bandage with gentle fingers, while she breathed in the intoxicating scent of vanilla-spice and pure man. Everything about him set her body afire. How embarrassing. The boss should be calm and in control, not wet between her legs and fumbling for words.
“No need to be shy, sweet Eileen. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“That’s not what I’m afraid of.” Shit. Why did she have to say that?
Dancing around the subject seemed like the smart thing to do. “So, are you excited about your test drive tomorrow?”
He chuckled—a deep, sensual sound that seemed to flow like silk from his delicious mouth. When his breath tickled her injured ear, she closed her eyes. The subtle heat eased the sting.
“More nervous than anything.”
His body tensed. “I watched my father die in a car crash back home.”
She sucked in a sharp breath and opened her eyes. “Oh, my God. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay. You didn’t know.”
“Was he a racer?”
He smiled broad and proud. “One of the best. Well, the bleeding has stopped.”
“What?” She stared up at him, confused by his last words.
“Your ear. It stopped bleeding,” he said with a crooked smile. “You have a little tear, but you’ll be happy to know you won’t be a one-earring wearing woman.”
“That’s…good.” That’s good? Ugh. I’m such an idiot. A few inches in separation from this big, sexy man left her brainless.
He cupped her shoulder. She glanced at his hand. It was large enough to do harm if he wanted, yet smooth enough to create heaven as well. Jesus. I’m acting like a nervous teenager. “I…um…why did you come down here?”
Ty’s smile was delicious. “I heard the music and had to investigate. I’m glad I did. You put on a great show.”
“When did you leave the tavern?”
“After you. I’m not much of a partier.”
She stared down at his boots, unable to look him in the eyes. Knowing he wasn’t a partier pleased her, considering she always had to babysit Pop and Bobby.
His hand appeared in her line of vision. “Dance with me?”
“An Old Fashioned Love Song” played in the background. “To this?” She giggled, thinking he must be joking. “It’s not a slow song.”
“Why not? I’ll dance with you any day or night, even to this shitty song, sweet Eileen.” His playful smile made her ache to kiss him hard.
The way he said her name with that sexy accent made her skin tingle, too. “Okay.” An instant connection washed through her the moment their hands connected. He reached round and pulled her body close, like he had every right to. Without thought, she drifted into his embrace. Pressing her cheek to his chest felt so natural. Following his smooth guidance, she closed her eyes and exhaled.
It didn’t matter the song wasn’t a slow one. He had a way about him she couldn’t ignore. Everything he did was mesmerizing, calming, and maybe a little protective, too.
All negative thoughts of Bobby faded away, and just the two of them were there, in the garage, holding each other. After a while, she glanced up and smiled. “I can’t remember when I danced last. He never—”
“Shhh…leave him out of this,” Ty whispered. This time, when he leaned in to kiss her, she didn’t shy away. His lips brushed hers, and an instant, needy ache pooled between her thighs. Eileen moaned and allowed herself to be enveloped in his undeniable passion. Never before had a man made her feel so hot from a single kiss.
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