Blurb
Meghan
Mallory has a plan for her life and it does not involve falling in
love. She doesn’t have the time nor the inclination. She’s too
busy trying to save the world. But when a freak snowstorm puts her in
the path of a man she has secretly been fascinated with for years,
she is forced to reconsider her stance on dating. Spencer is rude and
obnoxious with his bad boy swagger but then he rescues her when she
gets stranded on the side of the road, like a knight in tarnished
armor, and sweeps her away to his house to ride out the blizzard.
Spencer
Collins likes his life just fine, thank you very much. As the owner
of the lifestyle club Cuffs & Spurs in Jackson Hole, he has a
bevy of available subs who are his to command – not that any of
them have held his interest in longer than he can remember. When his
best friend’s sister-in-law gets herself into trouble, Spencer
heads out to rescue the little brat who is in need of a firm hand.
But he never expects to be forced to confront the incendiary heat
that has always existed between them.
As
the storm rages around them, they surrender to a passion hotter than
the sun. Now that he has felt her surrender, Spencer attempts to lure
Meghan into his world. But will they let go of their pasts or will
they allow secrets to destroy them?
Excerpt
“I’m
to tell you that your sister is pissed you worried her this way.”
Meghan
squelched the ever-present guilt when it came to her sister and
sighed. “She always worries. Why aren’t we going to Carter’s?
It’s a hell of a lot closer than your place in Jackson.”
She
studied his profile, the angular, firm jaw covered with a neatly
trimmed black beard.
His
gaze was trained on the road as he navigated. The way his big
hands—the fingers long and bluntly tipped—kept a firm hold on the
wheel made driving in these horrendous conditions appear effortless.
“We aren’t going into town. My house is roughly ten minutes from
here.” His gruff voice, the deep, rather exasperated, bass
slithered along her spine like a caress.
“But
I don’t want to stay with you,” she protested. She’d rather be
stranded on Hoth or on the U.S.S. Enterprise without power. Plus,
she’d been looking forward to a night or two at Casa Jones with
lots of yummy food and the chance to hang with her nephew. She was
indoctrinating him into her love of pop culture and science with
measured success. Then there was also the tiny little fact that the
thought of being cooped up with Spencer, alone, made her entire body
simmer, and not in anger but anticipation.
“Why?
Chicken?” he dared and glanced her way.
Meghan’s
heart thudded. Her mouth went dry. And deep down she knew the answer
was a resounding yes, not that she would ever admit it. With a
deadpan glare, she snorted. “Nope. In your dreams, big guy.”
“Relax.
I don’t bite. I have guest rooms you can pick from and we will
hardly see each other.”
“Sure.
Thanks. I just don’t want to be an inconvenience.” Not just to
him but to anyone. Not ever again.
He
rolled his shoulders in a manly shrug that was so distinctly bored
alpha male, her entire body whimpered with the desire to feel all
that strength against her.
And
then he opened his mouth. “There are always ways in which you can
thank me.”
The
innuendo flash-fried her brain, bombarding her with carnal images she
wanted to deny. But her body told a far different story. Stupid
hormones. Her blood ignited. She pressed her thighs together to
squelch the distinct throbbing and felt her nipples bead into hard
points. Thank god the parka cloaked and hid her desire. She didn’t
want to feel this way about him—or anyone, for that matter.
She
cast him a withering stare. “Ew. Thanks, but no. You can let me out
right here if this rescue comes with those kinds of strings.”
“Just
saying, if you really feel that bad, I can find plenty of chores to
keep you occupied.”
“Chores?”
She glanced his way. His lips were compressed into a thin line but
those midnight eyes of his, the ones she saw in her darkest
fantasies, danced with merriment. He was teasing her, the big lug.
“Sure.
I could use a maid or a cook.”
She
couldn’t help it. Really, the man drove her to it. And perhaps her
brain had not yet completely defrosted from her sojourn on the side
of the road and then the tawdry images her brain had conjured at his
innuendo… Her fist curled of its own accord. She punched him in the
arm.
“You’re
such a jerk. You had me thinking—”
Before
she could retract her left fist, he snatched her wrist. “Careful,
brat. Had you thinking what?”
And
his dark gaze glittered, bored through her defenses before shifting
back to the road.
What
did he see? Did he intuit that she was fascinated by him? That the
thought of him putting his big hands on her again liquefied her
insides? Just the simple contact of his hand gripping her wrist, his
thumb pressed against her wildly beating pulse, made her panties wet.
About
the Author
Born
in St. Louis, Missouri, Anya grew up listening to Cardinals baseball
and reading anything she could get her hands on. She remembers her
mother saying if only she would read the right type of books instead
binging her way through the romance aisles at the bookstore, she’d
have been a doctor. While Anya never did get that doctorate, she
graduated cum laude from the University of Missouri-St. Louis with an
M.A. in History.
Anya
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fiction genres. She also writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance
under the name Maggie Mae Gallagher. A total geek at her core, when
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