by Alyson Chase
“Hallo? Who’s there?” With one hand pressed to the floor, she pushed her skirts back over her knees.
A pair of black top boots edged into view, a smudge of soil dirtying one of the toes. Colleen levered her head. Wool trousers disappeared into the wheat-colored leather bands that ringed the top of the boots. Her gaze rose over broad thighs and to the bottom of the trousers’ falls. And the bulge behind. Try as she might, she couldn’t crane her head to look higher than that bulge.
The man dropped into a squat, a bushy black beard replacing her view.
Colleen closed her eyes and dropped her head to the floor. She wished it had been a worker.
“This is a splendid way to greet a man,” said Maximillian Atwood, Baron of Sutton. He rubbed his jaw, his fingers disappearing into the thick beard. “Like a fly trapped in a spider’s web. I wonder who the lucky man was who was supposed to eat you.”
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About the Author
Like almost one-third of all romance writers, Alyson Chase is a former attorney. She happily ditched those suits and now works in her pajamas writing about men’s briefs instead of legal briefs. When she’s not writing, she’s probably engaged in one of her favorite hobbies: napping, eating, or martial arts (That last one almost makes up for the first two, right?) She also writes humorous, small-town, contemporary romance novels under the name Allyson Charles.
