One spontaneous, bone-melting kiss leads to an explosive night of passion, and Scott realizes the quiet antiques lady is everything he craves. But it’ll take some doing—and maybe a disaster or two—to convince her to give forever a chance.
Warning: Contains a wounded heroine who’s put her heart on ice, and an ex-jock who still knows how to run interference on her defenses. Could have you wishing for snow in July.
Enjoy the following excerpt for One Hot Night:
Audra Leone contorted herself into a pretzel, her muscles straining as she bit back an agonized moan. She practiced yoga three times a week, but no yoga pose in the world could make her forty-three-year-old body stretch far enough to reach the little bastard of a key that had fumbled out of her hands and tumbled four feet away, then flipped down over the lip of the step that led to the front section of the store.
She was so screwed.
Heaving a breath, she straightened, easing the strain on her back as she considered her other options. There really weren’t any. Other than yell for help in hopes that some passerby would hear, or wait here and perhaps die a quiet death as the snow piled up outside and no one ventured into the antique shop until she was long gone. It was right after Christmas, and the shoppers who had filled the sidewalks of Old Port, the historic neighborhood of Portland, Maine, were gone.
The blinding snow falling outside as New England fought one of the worst nor’easters in years didn’t help. Most of the other businesses had closed around one. Only she had to stick with it until closing time—over an hour ago.
She could see the write up on the local news pages now.
Local business owner Audra Leone was found dead in her antique shop, Lost Treasures, shackled to a post. Some speculate Ms. Leone was the victim of a sex game gone wrong, but police found no evidence of foul play and attribute Leone’s death to freakish clumsiness and bad judgment. No one knows exactly how long Ms. Leone was in the store before she perished. Services will be held…
Audra closed her eyes and prepared herself to start screaming as loudly as she could, hoping some brave soul would walk through the storm outside and maybe hear her before her deodorant gave out. She threw a venomous look at the brick wall to her left. There was no way her neighbors would ever hear her.
Score!—the sports bar next door—was open. Loud as ever, the music and games played on the big-screen TVs, throbbing through the brick. The noise was a constant irritation and ruined the calm, vintage atmosphere in her shop. She’d thought about breaking her lease and moving, but she couldn’t afford any other property in the area and running this shop was her dream.
Right now, it was her trap.
She had to hope someone would hear her. As she opened her mouth, the bell rang at the front of the shop—the door! Relief made her knees sag.
“Help! Is someone out there? Can you come back here, please? I need help.”
Heavy footsteps made their way across the wood floor.
“Audra?”
She froze as she recognized the voice. Damn.
“I’m back here.”
She cursed under her breath as Scott Beckett turned the corner, staring for a moment in surprise when he saw her. To his credit, he didn’t laugh, but instead seemed very concerned. She hadn’t expected that.
“What happened? Were you robbed? Are you hurt?”
He quickly stepped forward, dressed in jeans, a navy fisherman’s sweater and heavy boots. Even in this foul weather, when everyone else bundled up to their eyeballs, Scott didn’t seem to mind the snow or the icy winds off of Portland Bay.
As he came close, she couldn’t help but notice that he smelled nice. Like spices and smoke, and other very manly things. It made her a little woozy when he got too close—in a good way—which was bad, because she didn’t want to be woozy around Scott Beckett.
He was her landlord, and an ex-sports celebrity. Women hung on him—younger, smaller, tighter women—like their lives depended on it. Different ones every weekend. Not that it was her place to judge Scott’s actions, but she’d been married to an egomaniac who loved women—all of them, except for his wife. Men whose egos were bigger than their hearts held no appeal for her. Or they shouldn’t.
Scott had asked her out a few times, coming around and trying to work his charms. But Audra wasn’t about to mix business with pleasure. The store meant too much to her to risk losing it for a quick tumble with her landlord, no matter how hot he was.
“What happened? I’m calling the police.” His brow lowered severely over sharp gray eyes as he stood close, almost protectively.
“No, no police.” She reached out to touch his arm, trying to stop him, but the movement only jerked the shackle around her wrist tighter. “Ow.”
He paused, looking down at her. “You’re in shock.”
“No, I’m not. Not shock…stuck. I need you to help me get out of these.”
Her cheeks burned as she watched his eyes change, the dark, steel gray of anger and concern lightening to crystal-clear understanding.
“Stuck? You weren’t robbed?”
“No. I was testing out the new key I ordered on these cuffs, and as I was trying to get it in the lock, I dropped it.”
His gaze took in her position as she leaned slightly back against the counter, focusing on her right wrist, the one encased in black iron.
Audra took a breath and reminded herself that everyone made mistakes.
“It fell out of my hand. Over there.”
She nodded toward the step where he’d come up.
Scott Beckett, former NHL hockey champion, watched her like he couldn’t quite believe she would do something that stupid. Yeah, she couldn’t believe it either.
He walked over to where she indicated and squatted down—how did he manage to look graceful as he plucked the key from where it had fallen on the floor? He was still an athlete in the way he moved. He had a scar on his temple that marred his otherwise perfect features and plenty of muscles under that sweater. His cheekbones and facial features made him look refined, but his body was that of a burly hockey player. Solid as rock. Or so she imagined, anyway.
His Boston accent was as thick as her Maine one, and there was a toughness about him that she found sexy as hell. Audra might have taken him up on his offers if he weren’t nine years her junior and a guy who saw women as notches in his hockey stick.
“This it?”
“Yes. Maybe you could try it? It’s starting to get uncomfortable.”
He grinned in a totally wicked way, turning the key in well-kept hands. “I bet. You look very uncomfortable. You didn’t think to test the key without putting those things on your actual body?”
Audra wanted to glare and growl, but the man literally held the key to her freedom in his hands. The way his eyes moved over her actual body, her skirt pulling tight as she leaned in such a way to reduce the tension on her arm, seemed to catch his attention in particular.
“This is not the time for twenty questions. Please.”
“That might depend on the questions.”
Scott Beckett was flirting. While she was in shackles.
Her sex life had been somewhere between zero and nonexistent in the last year or so, and the way he was looking at her was a keen reminder of that. Suddenly, Audra was uncomfortable in a different way.
She tried to look unflustered. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“What will you give me if I set you free?” he asked, crossing his arms in front of him.
Audra gaped as her patience snapped. “Are you kidding me? Stop being a jerk and unlock this cuff!”
She was outraged (so she told herself), but there was that traitorous zing again. Dammit.
He pursed his lips—such nice lips—full, masculine. “You’re pretty testy with the guy who holds your freedom in his hands.”
The way he said it made her think he wanted to hold something else altogether in his hands.
“This isn’t funny.”
“It
is. A little. You know, in the time we’ve been neighbors, you’ve never come into my bar. Not for a drink or even for lunch. You’ve said no every time I ask you out.”
She stared at him in amazement. “The bar’s too loud for me, I don’t like sports, and I don’t think it’s smart to date my landlord.”
“Really? I didn’t know those things. It makes my point, though. All this time we’ve known each other, but we really never got to know each other.”
“We have a business relationship. We don’t need to know each other personally.”
“I don’t agree. How about I get you out of those shackles, and you let me take you to dinner?”
Audra blinked. “You’re trading help for a date?”
Kilty Pleasure
Shelli Stevens
The line between lust and hate is often blurred…
The McLaughlins, Book 2
After being ditched at the altar over a year ago, Deputy Colin McLaughlin is fine with being single. Despite the fact that nearly every eligible female on the island wants him, he isn’t looking for love.
But something stirs his blood when Hailey starts showing up more on the island. And it’s not just the conviction that the apple doesn’t fall far from her troublemaking, drugged-out family tree. His frustration mounts that even after she ruined his twin brother’s life, the desire he’s felt for her since high school still simmers.
Hailey Alexander knows her past is littered with mistakes. She’s done her best to make amends and move on, but a certain Scottish-born deputy doesn’t seem in any hurry to forgive or forget.
More than just fighting the attraction that’s compromising their hearts, they face a new threat from Hailey’s past that may threaten her life.
Warning: Contains sexy Scottish men living in America. The occasional kilt. A hero deputy who can’t forgive or forget, and a nurse immune to bullshit. Angry kisses. Scalding sex. And a drugged-out stalker ex to keep these two on their toes.
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Table of Contents
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
About the Author
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