Cerise
DeLand marries off 7 BRIDES FOR 7 SEALS!
New series starts July 22!
Do hunky Navy SEAL Nick Reardon and Abby Stuart have a ghost of a chance for more than a weekend?
He
offers her dinner.
When
Abby Stuart accepts hunky Navy SEAL Nick Reardon’s invitation, she
gets a red hot one-night stand that becomes an irresistible weekend
interlude.
But
when a glimpse of their past proves that their fascination could be
more than a brief affair, they wonder if they have a ghost of a
chance at happiness together for all their tomorrows.
Excerpt
“We’ll
do this,” he said, his rough words sounding stern as a vow. “And
then we’ll curl up and go to sleep.”
Oh,
she wanted to curl up all right. She wanted to kiss him until the
world ended. He would know, too, because hadn’t she just answered
him by vibrating in his arms?
He
licked his lower lip, his blue gaze probing hers and looking at her
Christmasy pjs. “Honest. You and me and all your Santas. We’re
going to kiss.”
She
cuffed him, laughing all the way.
He
did, too, and crushed her against him. “Kiss me. Make it long and
make it worth four more hours to wait for another.”
“You
are evil, do you know that?”
The
sun and moon and stars blazed across his features with delight.
“Yeah. It’s what I’m paid for. Do it.”
He
wouldn’t move first. That she understood. It had to be her, now or
never. She leaned closer to his lips. A breath separated them. “What
if once isn’t enough?”
“It
will be.”
Disappointment
rang through her.
And
he smiled, consolation ripe on his lips. “Tomorrow, I promise to
kiss you anytime you ask.”
She
could live like that. “You could get in trouble for conduct
unbecoming.”
“Baby,
with you in my arms, I’ve already got that trouble, and if you
don’t kiss me, I may just die before they come to throw me in the
brig.”
She
sank her fingers into his luscious hair, cupping the back of his
head, her breasts boring into his hard naked chest. She put her mouth
on his, his lips firm and soft, his breath heavy and rapid. She
brushed her lips on his once. He hauled her up, and her skin met his.
He groaned, and she slanted her mouth this way. He took her up and
pressed her down. He followed her, his lips drinking her in, his
tongue tangling with hers.
The
euphoria rippled through her in a storm. No one had ever kissed her
like she was his all, his everything. She had never wanted to be any
man’s either.
And
so the kiss lengthened and ended only because they needed air.
He
pushed her back against his thighs, his hand sinking into her hair.
“Abby, get up. Now. Come around the other side and crawl back into
bed.”
Totally
without a thought in her head, she obeyed. When she had settled onto
her back, he ran one strong arm around her waist and pushed her to
her side. He adjusted his body behind her, his corded length along
her own, one leg over her hip. Then he hugged her tightly to him.
“Tomorrow morning, if I’m not here when you wake up, don’t
panic.”
She
did now. She whipped her head around to stare at him over her
shoulder. “Why?”
“Oh,
honey.” He kissed her nose. “I’m not leaving. I’m going for
an early swim.” He moved closer, and the feel of his mighty
erection against her ass gave the evidence of his rationale. “I’ll
need it. This will be the longest night of my life.”
Who is Cerise?
Cerise
DeLand loves to cook, hates to dust, adores traveling...and lives to
write!
She
is #1 Bestselling Regency Author of spicy romances starring dashing
heroes and sassy women. Her box set THE STANHOPE CHALLENGE was
recently on the bestseller list for ONE solid YEAR!
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