Savin’ Me: Heat Wave Series #1
Erik Monteague has spent the past thirteen
months trapped by the memories of his scorching-hot one-night stand with
Kat Owens. When she takes over his advertising account, he’s more than
happy to discuss positioning… but not the kind to increase his business…
the kind that will put her back in his bed and in his life. While his
perfectly executed seduction gets Kat back into his bed, their emotional
connection rips open old wounds and Erik is forced to either face his tragic
past, or spend the rest of his life running.
Advertising executive Kat Owens has one last
chance to prove to her aging grandfather she can be a success. She can’t afford
to be distracted by a charming, bad-boy client she knows from personal
experience delivers high-voltage sex but nothing more. After succumbing to
his advances and spending a weekend in Erik’s arms, she realizes there’s more
to life than a successful career and she sets out to prove to him love can be
good and lasting.
But Erik’s scars run deep and love may not be
enough to save him.
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Oh man, not the strawberry… not the strawberry… Aw, shit.
Erik
Monteague clenched his jaw and steeled his defenses against the impending
carnal assault. The laughing guests, jazz band, overflowing food
tables—everything at the Sinclair Marketing Group open house faded into the
woodwork as his field of vision narrowed down to ruby lips and the damn lucky
strawberry about to be sucked into them.
Her pink tongue flicked across full, luscious lips, then
scooped a bead of chocolate from the bottom of the large, ripe fruit. She
opened her mouth, slid the berry inside, and wrapped her lips around it.
Good God Almighty. Erik shifted his stance and
stifled a moan. “I can’t believe I’m jealous of a piece of fruit.”
A familiar chuckle pierced his lust-filled haze, causing
his pinpoint vision to snap back to wide-angle view. From the corner of his
eye, he spotted his best friend, Steve Vex, making like a bartender, serving up
a beer.
“What’s up?” Steve asked, laughing.
The smirk on Steve’s face proved the question was
rhetorical, so rather than answering the jackass, Erik swiped one of the beers.
“Perfect timing.”
“Yeah, you looked like you might be overheating.” Steve
tipped his bottle in her direction and hitched his chin.
“I’ve never seen her before. Who is she?”
Who is she?
Erik stared at Steve for a moment, perplexed by the simple
question. It shouldn’t have required much thought, but Erik, always a straight-shooting,
tell-it-like-it-is kind of guy, found himself hedging.
He pinched the bridge of his nose and squeezed his eyes
shut, trying to ward off the explosive memories of her and their night
together.
Her mouth—warm and slick—wrapped
tightly around him…
Her beneath him, bottom lip caught
between her teeth in an effort to hold back her screams… Her mouth dropping
open to gasp for air as she cried out her release…
Him waking and reaching for her,
only to find himself alone…
He swallowed hard and scrubbed a hand down his face. “I
don’t know who she is,” he said, somewhat truthfully. After all, just because
you knew someone intimately didn’t mean you knew them.
Steve quirked a pierced eyebrow. “Yeah, I think I’m going
to have to call bullshit on that.”
At times, having a friend who was closer than a brother
was a true blessing. This wasn’t one of those times. “Sometimes you’re a real
pain in the ass.”
Steve’s lopsided grin grew to obnoxious proportions.
“Yep,” he said, “it’s something I live for, especially where you’re concerned.”
He took a sip of beer and waited. And waited. And when Erik didn’t elaborate,
he pressed the issue further. “Seriously. What’s the deal?”
Erik took a long drink of beer, then studied the floor and
fought the urge to shuffle his feet like a teenager being grilled by a
suspicious parent. He and Steve had been friends since the first day of
kindergarten, when they’d both gotten into trouble for standing underneath the
monkey bars, sneaking peeks up the girls’ dresses. In their twenty-seven-year
friendship Erik had never kept anything from Steve.
Until now.
Unwilling to analyze why he wanted to keep her identity,
or the scope of their relationship, private, when he’d never worried about that
kind of thing before, he grinned slyly and said, “My friend, we have shared
many things. But whatever I might know about her, I’m keeping to myself.”
“Damn.” All traces of amusement dropped from Steve’s face,
and he whistled low. “That sounds serious.”
Erik bristled at what he suspected could maybe, possibly
be a spec of truth, if he allowed it to go that far. But he recovered quickly
and turned it into a joke. Nailing on a smile, he said, “It is.” He took a
moment to enjoy surfing the shock waves rolling off his friend before adding,
“Serious lust. You know, the kind that results in sex that’s mind-altering, not
life-altering.”
Shit. The instant the words left his mouth, he knew he’d
taken the sarcasm too far. He’d left an opening big enough to drive a truck
through, and, as expected, Steve barreled in. “Dammit, Erik, it’s been ten
years. When are you gonna let it go and move on?”
Erik rolled his head in a circle, attempting to loosen the
muscles in his neck and shoulders that’d suddenly snapped into tight bands.
They’d had this conversation too many times to count, and he didn’t want to
have it again.
Not tonight.
Not ever.
Rather than delve into the past—a past he couldn’t change
or forget—he directed his attention across the room to something much more
pleasant.
Kat.
Last Call: Heat Wave Series #2
Gavin McLeod
is a man who has it all. His corporate climb has positioned him as the next CEO
at Holden Enterprises and he is financially stable, allowing him to provide for
the grandfather who raised him. His private life is also on fire, as evidenced
by the successful seduction of a sexy bartender who gets under his skin and
makes him crave more than just sex. Life is perfect until the alluring woman in
his arms turns out to be a serious road-block to his future, one that could
bring everything he's worked for crashing down around him.
Sunny Black has spent her entire life tending to the needs of others: caring for her younger brother since she was ten, and serving bar patrons night after night. For the first time in years, she puts herself first, taking a trip on the wild side with a customer whose raw sexuality is too strong to deny. The next morning, however, she learns that in addition to rocking her world, the stranger might destroy everything and everyone she’s worked so hard to protect.
Sunny Black has spent her entire life tending to the needs of others: caring for her younger brother since she was ten, and serving bar patrons night after night. For the first time in years, she puts herself first, taking a trip on the wild side with a customer whose raw sexuality is too strong to deny. The next morning, however, she learns that in addition to rocking her world, the stranger might destroy everything and everyone she’s worked so hard to protect.
A game of sexual seduction and
corporate chess ensues, but when Gavin and Sunny are unable to negotiate a
satisfying resolution, Gavin’s boss steps in and puts both their lives at risk.
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Gavin took a step closer, then paused, gauging her
reaction. When she didn’t back away, he took another step. And another. Caught
in the grips of his simmering stare, her skin tingled, her panties dampened,
and her breasts grew heavy.
The warmth of his body and the spicy scent of his aftershave
pulled her to him like a magnet. When she was close enough to see the
individual whiskers of his five o’clock shadow, she realized how far forward
she’d swayed. She tensed, forcing the forward momentum to halt, then stepped
back until she bumped the counter with her butt.
His sapphire eyes turned to midnight as the pupils
dilated. His throat worked, and his nostrils flared. He closed the distance
between them and rested his palms against the counter at her sides, boxing her
in. Even though he wasn’t touching her, his body heat mixed with hers, and the
temperature in the room rose twenty degrees. Her palms grew sweaty and
perspiration popped out on her neck and forehead.
Could anything be more unattractive? She reached under his
arm and slid the top of the beer cooler open. As a rush of cool air swept over
her, she sighed with relief.
She could tell from his grin and the glint in his eyes
that she amused him, but that only lasted for a moment. The humor quickly
slipped away, and the sultry heat returned. He dipped his head and drew in a
deep breath. “You smell good. Like strawberries.” He nuzzled her neck, then
nibbled her ear.
The awkward nervousness she’d been feeling gave way to
hammering excitement. She’d always wanted a wild ride with a man like him, or
what she suspected he might be like. Her body recognized this was her chance,
and it responded with a resounding all systems go.
As adrenaline and excitement rippled through her body, she
started to tremble. She tightened her muscles so the shaking wouldn’t be
obvious, but he noticed anyway and pushed back to give her space.
He studied her face, then looked down at her breasts. As
hard and painful as her nipples were, they had to be visible through the fabric
of her halter-top, and she fought the urge to cross her arms to cover herself.
He made a soft, appreciative sound before flipping his gaze to her face.
“For a minute I thought I’d frightened you.” His voice was
low and husky. “But you’re not scared, are you?”
She pressed her hand against the side of his face and
stroked the sharp ridge of his cheekbone with her thumb. “No. If anything, I’m
afraid of my strong reaction to you.”
But she sure as hell wasn’t going to let a little fear
stop her from getting on this ride.
Crossing Lines: Heat Wave Series
#3
The world's best-stocked
toy drawer can only take a gal so far. Bored with her current assortment
of vibrating, plastic pieces, building inspector Sam Wallace decides to add a
new sex toy to her collection: Kevin
Mazze. The irresistible Italian is
happy to help her live out her long-held sexual fantasies, while also insinuating himself into her life and
winning the affection of her five-year old daughter. But just as Sam starts to
trust Kevin with her heart, as well as her body, she learns he’s committed an
unforgivable sin.
Myrtle Beach developer Kevin Mazze is one of the good guys. He's spent his life always doing the right things and making those around him happy, even if it means maintaining a relationship long after it’s reached its expiration date. When he meets the woman of his dreams, he finds himself making bad choices in the name of good and crossing lines he never thought he would... while praying she never learns of the secret he’s been hiding.
Myrtle Beach developer Kevin Mazze is one of the good guys. He's spent his life always doing the right things and making those around him happy, even if it means maintaining a relationship long after it’s reached its expiration date. When he meets the woman of his dreams, he finds himself making bad choices in the name of good and crossing lines he never thought he would... while praying she never learns of the secret he’s been hiding.
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Crossing Lines: Heat Wave Series
#3
Several minutes later, Kevin returned with a bottle of
pain reliever and a soft-sided cooler. He unzipped the top, set a Budweiser on
the ground at his feet, and grabbed a bottle of water. Holding it out to Sam,
he said, “Sure you don’t want something stronger?”
A Miller Lite top peeking out of the ice had her biting
her lip, reconsidering. The water would be the smart choice, but if she drank a
beer, she’d have another excuse not to drive, at least for a while. Better
still, it might give her the courage she needed to make her move.
“Okay, you’ve convinced me,” she said, pointing to the blue
and gold cap. “I’ll take the Lite, instead.”
“Man,” Kevin said as he swiped the back of his hand over
his brow. “That was a tough sale.” He popped the top loose and handed her the
bottle. “I have plenty more in the house, so drink all you like.”
She grinned and washed the ibuprofen down with the beer.
“This’ll do me. I’m a cheap drunk on a good day. Combined with the drugs, if I
have more than this, Michaela and I will have to crash on your couch.”
He chewed the inside corner of his mouth as his gaze crawled
from her legs to her neck. After a quick shake of his head and a long, long pull on his beer, he swung his legs up on his chaise. He
stretched one out in front and bent the one closest to her to use as a prop for
his forearm.
“I’ve been wondering about something.”
“My amazing athletic ability?”
His grin was quick and fleeting before he sobered and
shook his head. “Tell me about your boots.”
What? My boobs?
What the hell was she supposed to say about her boobs?
While she sputtered, looking for an appropriate response,
he said, “You’ve obviously had them for a while and didn’t get them strictly
for this job.”
Oh my God. She burst into laughter. And here
she thought he’d be Mr. Smooth-moves. “That’s the most original, and ludicrous,
come-on I’ve ever heard.” She slipped her hands under her larger-than-average
boobs and gave the girls a proud little lift. “Nope, I didn’t get them just for
this job. I’ve had them since I was about eleven, maybe twelve. I don’t
remember exactly how old.”
Kevin’s mouth dropped open and his eyebrows rose in
surprised interest as his eyes followed the lift and bounce. When the girls
settled back into place, he shifted his gaze to hers with the funniest
what-the-fuck expression she’d ever seen. He blinked a few times before his face
lit up and he threw his head back, laughter pouring out of him. After several
moments of unsuccessfully trying to contain his amusement, he took a few deep
breaths and wiped his hand over his eyes.
“I think you misunderstood.”
He took another deep breath, followed by a long draw on
his bottle. After a slow exhale, he seemed satisfied he had himself under
control, so he tried again.
“Boots. B-O-O-T-S. Tell me about your boots.”
Sam froze with her beer lodged against her lips. “My
boots?” Her high-pitched squeak echoed around the bottle as flames licked at
her neck and spread over her face.
Shit, he hadn’t been coming on to her at all. He was
talking about her work boots. It was her gutterbrain that
turned an innocent question into sexual play. She squeezed her eyes shut and
drained her beer.
“I don’t know what to say about my boots any more than I
did my boobs.” She laughed nervously. “Other than to confirm, yes, I’ve had
them for a while… although not quite as long as my boobs. And no, I didn’t get
them just for this job.”
Kevin reached into the cooler, drug another Lite out of
the ice, and popped the top. “Here, have another. This is getting good.”
Going All In: Heat Wave Series #4
A good ol’ Georgia boy teaches a
Myrtle Beach princess how to get down and dirty…
It’s been two years since Callie Holden helped put her father in prison, and since then, she’s learned a lot about life and herself. To Callie’s surprise, she actually likes working and has discovered money is a tool to be used for good… or evil. She also realizes even though she’s traveled the globe, she’s never truly lived. She longs for adventure and to experience a wildly passionate romance. The last place she expects to realize her dreams is in the arms of the ever-surly man she’s dubbed “The Beast.” But when Callie and Wade Neumann are forced to work together, unexpected chemistry changes everything. In Wade's arms, Callie finds the excitement and passion she’s been looking for, as well as a few other surprises.
Wade Neumann has spent the last year burying the pain and humiliation of being left at the altar by a woman who used him as a novelty toy before settling down with someone more like herself—someone rich. He’s lost himself in a stream of nameless females since then, but instead of the trysts helping him heal, he’s only grown colder and more jaded. He hasn’t moved on with his life. He’s merely stuck going through the motions… until he meets Callie Holden, a woman who looks like his ex but is actually the opposite—sweet, compassionate, loyal, and most importantly, not wealthy. Or so he thinks. Because just as he starts to believe things with Callie are real and true, she gives him thirty million reasons to doubt all over again.
It’s been two years since Callie Holden helped put her father in prison, and since then, she’s learned a lot about life and herself. To Callie’s surprise, she actually likes working and has discovered money is a tool to be used for good… or evil. She also realizes even though she’s traveled the globe, she’s never truly lived. She longs for adventure and to experience a wildly passionate romance. The last place she expects to realize her dreams is in the arms of the ever-surly man she’s dubbed “The Beast.” But when Callie and Wade Neumann are forced to work together, unexpected chemistry changes everything. In Wade's arms, Callie finds the excitement and passion she’s been looking for, as well as a few other surprises.
Wade Neumann has spent the last year burying the pain and humiliation of being left at the altar by a woman who used him as a novelty toy before settling down with someone more like herself—someone rich. He’s lost himself in a stream of nameless females since then, but instead of the trysts helping him heal, he’s only grown colder and more jaded. He hasn’t moved on with his life. He’s merely stuck going through the motions… until he meets Callie Holden, a woman who looks like his ex but is actually the opposite—sweet, compassionate, loyal, and most importantly, not wealthy. Or so he thinks. Because just as he starts to believe things with Callie are real and true, she gives him thirty million reasons to doubt all over again.
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She hadn’t been to church since she was a little girl, but
she found herself saying a prayer of thanks when she returned to find him
seated on the couch, arms stretched out along the back, legs kicked out in
front and crossed at the ankles.
He was the sexiest man she’d ever encountered, the potency
made even stronger and more dangerous by his easy confidence. He was totally at
ease, while she felt like a cat that had been rolling around in a field of
catnip all day. Her eyes and thoughts bounced here, there, and everywhere,
trying to figure out the best place to sit.
The chairs across from the sofa were too far away and
would knock out any chance for more of those spontaneous kisses or snuggling
and cuddling. If she sat next to him, he’d have to turn sideways to look at her
and that would quickly get awkward and uncomfortable for both of them. She bit
down on the inside of her lip as her gaze settled on his lap. She’d grown
comfortable sitting on him at the campground, so why not go with what worked?
She planted a knee on one side of him, straddled his legs,
then settled onto his thighs.
His eyes danced with humor as he tilted his head to the
side and grinned at her. “Comfy?”
“No. Not yet.” She scooted around, trying to find a soft
spot on a man who was all hard muscle. “I’m trying to find a soft spot.”
The muscles in his jaw tightened as he clenched his teeth
and gripped her waist, stilling her. “Sweetheart, there isn’t going to be a
soft spot if you keep wiggling your ass around like that.”
She froze and a gust of heat swept through her. Without
conscious thought, her gaze dropped to his lap, and she sucked in a breath as
the proof of his words appeared beneath the thick denim fly of his jeans.
His raw masculinity and deeply primal nature melted her
ultra-conservative shell, allowing her to be more aggressive than ever before.
Her hands burned with the need to touch him, so she started with something
relatively safe and familiar—his chest. As she made broad sweeping strokes
across the soft cotton fabric of his T-shirt, the heat radiating from him
seeped into her palms and turned to lava in her veins.
Even though he wasn’t making any moves of his own, she
quickly realized that didn’t mean he was less involved. The rapid rise and fall
of his chest and the way his nostrils occasionally flared showed his struggle
to control his breathing and possibly even himself.
His reaction bolstered her confidence, so she continued
her exploration, going up to his collarbone, then down to his pecs. When her
fingers swept across the rigid peak of his nipple, he sucked in a sharp breath
and stilled completely.
Unsure if the reaction was positive or negative, she ran a
quick body scan, searching for clues. The fluttering heartbeat in his neck
along with the rapid-fire rise and fall of his chest seemed encouraging, so she
lifted her gaze to his face. The hot, searing hunger flowing from his eyes
scorched her and stole her breath.
That look, right there, filled with blazing intensity and
desire for her, was something she’d longed to see all of her adult life but had
begun to fear she’d never experience.
The carnal longing pouring from him fed her hunger and
drove her to continue her exploration. She’d never taken the time—or been given
the opportunity—to study a man like this before, and she was fascinated by the
breadth of his chest and the sharp ridges and hard lines of his shoulders.
There wasn’t enough space between them to allow her to move lower, so she
braced a hand against him and slid back to the edge of his knees.
Her fingers bumped across the ridges of his ribs and abs
until she ran into the cool edge of his belt buckle. His relaxed-fit jeans were
no longer relaxed, and adrenaline zinged through her at seeing how strongly she
affected him.
She wanted to continue, but this was well beyond her
comfort zone, and fear and insecurity crept in, stealing her confidence and
slowing her progress. She paused with her hand on his belt buckle and flipped
her gaze to his, silently seeking permission to continue.
Her stomach lurched and nausea rose to her throat as she
studied his expression. He had his head cocked to the side, looking at her
through hooded lashes, but something in his expression told her to be prepared.
Rejection loomed on the horizon.
Matter of Time: Heat Wave Series #5
Coming April 21, 2015
Coming April 21, 2015
Some might think the phrase, “you complete me”
is a just cheesy line from the movies, but Lizbeth Sanders knows better…
In MATTER OF TIME, Lizbeth has spent the past fifteen years desperately searching for someone to fill the void left by Logan Steele’s disappearance from her life. However, rather than finding love and happiness, all she’s found is disappointment, heartache, and an ever-present longing for the man she can never have.
Fifteen years ago, Logan Steele left the woman he loved to marry his high school sweetheart and be a father to the child he didn’t know he had. He’s always tried to do the honorable thing, to be a good husband and a great father, but despite his sacrifices and best efforts, the shaky foundation of his marriage crumbles and falls apart.
When his identical twin surprises him with a reintroduction to Lizbeth, Logan feels like he’s been given a second chance—at life and love. But a lot can change in fifteen years, and after hurting her so badly the first time, building trust isn’t just hard, it’s nearly impossible—especially when duty and obligation pulls him away again.
In MATTER OF TIME, Lizbeth has spent the past fifteen years desperately searching for someone to fill the void left by Logan Steele’s disappearance from her life. However, rather than finding love and happiness, all she’s found is disappointment, heartache, and an ever-present longing for the man she can never have.
Fifteen years ago, Logan Steele left the woman he loved to marry his high school sweetheart and be a father to the child he didn’t know he had. He’s always tried to do the honorable thing, to be a good husband and a great father, but despite his sacrifices and best efforts, the shaky foundation of his marriage crumbles and falls apart.
When his identical twin surprises him with a reintroduction to Lizbeth, Logan feels like he’s been given a second chance—at life and love. But a lot can change in fifteen years, and after hurting her so badly the first time, building trust isn’t just hard, it’s nearly impossible—especially when duty and obligation pulls him away again.
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Alannah believes there's nothing more magical than finding the other half of your soul, experiencing fiery passion, and knowing you've found happily-ever-after.
She loves going to work each day (in sweats and a T-shirt) and writing about hot heroes and feisty heroines who torment each other in the most delicious ways before finding their happy ending.
She lives in the coastal region of North Carolina with her husband, who also happens to be her best friend and biggest fan. They have two sons, a dog, and two cats.
I love these books. Great characters and great stories!
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