Make That Man Mine
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“Oh please,” Emma scoffed. “How was it your fault? You made her drive? You made her crash?”
Bemusement filled Jack as she continued to smile at him. He opened his mouth to speak then snapped it shut. Hope bloomed and his cock rose in a silent demand. She looked damn sexy with that snooty superior expression on her face.
“So what do we do now? Have we got enough to fry Mahoney’s ass?”
“Don’t you care that I change into an ugly serpent when the moon is full?” He’d leave the explanation about sex for later. The whole issue was clouded enough already. No, he’d give her the worst now. “When the full moon approaches, I need constant sex several times a day to help me maintain human form.”
“It doesn’t have any bearing on our case,” Emma said, but her cheeks flushed a bright red. “Can we get Mahoney for running the sports-drug racket and selling illicit movies? We have to do something about that man. He’s a creep. Besides, I don’t want our images for sale on the ’net.”
And they weren’t going to appear on the ’net. Jack would get them before things went that far. But maybe he’d keep them for private viewing. “I love you,” he said.
“You do? About time!” Emma dropped to the ground at his side. She plucked at the white flowers of a manuka tree before looking up to flash him a blinding smile. “It took you long enough to work it out. And the sex part is fine with me. I like sex.”
Was that it? Didn’t women get off on this emotion stuff? Jack stared at Emma, willing her to tell him she loved him too. She wasn’t a casual girl. She must feel something for him. And they hadn’t had sex, dammit. They’d made love.
“So are we going to charge Mahoney?” She dug deep inside her shorts pocket and pulled out a foil pack of pills. “I took this from the room where they held me.”
Jack straightened in alarm. “What did they do to you?” Emma looked all right, but he knew about hidden wounds.
“Tied me up.” She shrugged. “I managed to get loose and I threw a rock at the guy they left to look after me.”
Shit, she’d even escaped by herself. Why did she need a big, bad taniwha around when she could rescue herself? “We have enough to make life difficult for Mahoney,” Jack said finally.
“Good. Let’s go.”
“I need clothes.”
Emma grinned suddenly. “Does this happen a lot? I mean you look pretty good without clothes but doesn’t it get a little cold?”
Jack reached over to stroke her cheek. “Not if I have a willing woman to keep me warm.”
“I won’t share.” Emma’s eyes narrowed in warning. “I expect you to concentrate on me. No other women.”
Jack didn’t mind admitting it—he was having trouble keeping up with Emma today. She wasn’t reacting as she should. In other words, she was confusing the shit out of him.
“We are getting married. Right?”
“You haven’t told me you love me,” Jack muttered. Marriage? With Emma? The idea didn’t scare him as it would have a week ago. In fact, the more he thought about it, the better the idea sounded. Marriage and Emma.
“You silly man.” Emma’s blue eyes were full of laughter and something else. Tenderness. Caring. Her expression made Jack hope for the future, marriage and maybe children. “Jack Sullivan, you’re a man to die for. Of course, I love you! Haven’t you noticed that women fall over themselves to go out with you? Why wouldn’t I want you? Come on. If we don’t hurry, we’ll have to spend another night outdoors.” She stood and held a hand out for him to take. “You need clothes.”
“I have a friend who lives not far from here. He’ll help us.”
“Great. I hope he has food.” Emma couldn’t believe Jack didn’t know how she felt about him. He grasped her hand and tugged until she fell against his naked chest. His eyes glittered as he stared down at her and her heart thudded with sensual awareness. Oh yeah. She loved him like crazy.
A taniwha.
It didn’t matter. She could learn to live with the taniwha smell. And the sex part of the equation didn’t worry her either. In fact, it made her hot just thinking about it. Emma grinned as another thought occurred. Was that why George and the rest of his operatives looked really tired at certain times of the month?
“I love you, Jack.” Emma pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.
He hugged her tight and deepened the kiss.
Emma smiled against his mouth, feeling so happy she wanted to cry. As far as twenty-fifth birthday presents went, winning Jack’s love was a doozey. And now that she’d caught the man, she had no intention of letting him go. It might take him a while to get the idea, but she had patience enough for them both…
About the Author
Shelley lives in Auckland, New Zealand with her husband and a small, bossy dog named Scotty. Typical New Zealanders, Shelley and her husband left home for their big OE soon after they married (translation of New Zealand speak—big overseas experience). A year-long adventure lengthened to six years of roaming the world. Enduring memories include being almost sat on by a mountain gorilla in Rwanda, lazing on white sandy beaches in India, whale watching in Alaska, searching for leprechauns in Ireland and dealing with ghosts in an English pub.
While travel is still a big attraction, these days Shelley is most likely found in front of her computer following another love—writing stories of romance and adventure. Other interests include watching rugby and rugby league (strictly for research purposes *grin*), being walked by the dog and curling up with a good book.
The author welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and e-mail address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.
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Also by Shelly Munro
Best Man
Currents Run Deep
Curse of Brandon Lupinus
Ellora’s Cavemen: Dreams of the Oasis III anthology
Fallen Idol
Fancy Free
Fringe Benefits
Issy’s Infatuation
Last Wish
Lovers at Last
Middlemarch Mates 1: Scarlet Woman
Middlemarch Mates 2: Peeping Tom
Middlemarch Mates 3: Stray Cat Strut
Middlemarch Mates 4: Assassin
Middlemarch Mates 5: Cat and Mouse
Middlemarch Mates 6: Cat Burglar
Middlemarch Mates 7: Leticia’s Lovers
Price of Love
Sex Idol
Sex, Spies and Sapphires
Summer in the City of Sails
Talking Dog 1: Talking Dogs, Aliens and Purple People Eaters
Talking Dog 2: Never Send a Dog to Do a Woman’s Job
Talking Dog 3: Romantic Interlude
Unforgettable
Also see Shelley’s Cerridwen Press titles (www.cerridwenpress.com):
Playing to Win
Wanderlust
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