BLURB
Publisher’s
Note: Previously published elsewhere in 2008 as The Midnight Rose and
significantly revised for EC.
The only thing Ryan Redford could do to
scare off his best friend’s sexy, all-grown-up little sister when she
orchestrates an all-out, everything-bared seduction is to describe the most
depraved sexual acts he can think of—everything, in fact, he’s fantasized about
doing to her—to ensure the virgin runs in the opposite direction.
Hell, the steamy scenarios scared him.
Except the tantalizing Leah Jenkins is not
accepting no for an answer and takes his threats as promises—and expects him to
deliver. On every single dirty thing he said he would do to her.
A Romantica® contemporary erotic
romance from Ellora’s Cave.
EXCERPT
Ryan Redford had become very accustomed to
the groan inside his head. It had started when he realized Bill was not a party
to Leah’s dinner. Alone, he had no right to be there. But that groan had gotten
louder when he saw her in that torturous little dress she greeted him in at the
front door.
When he inhaled her perfume, the scent had
started to ricochet through his head with a thunderous boom. Drugged now, and
beyond help, he dared look at the thick-fringed, hazel-eyed beauty before him
with her long, scented dark-brown hair and wonderfully sexy body. She was still
the sweetest thing he had ever seen and he was so crazily in love with her he
couldn’t think straight anymore.
“I thought Bill would be here,” he said as
he sat across from her at her dining table.
“I didn’t invite him.” She hesitated for a
second then smiled at him. “I thought it could be just the two of us. Do you
mind?”
Did
he mind? He had been in love with her since she had
turned eighteen when, suddenly, her legs were no longer just appendages, but
long and shapely, and ones he wanted wrapped around his waist as he pressed his
cock inside her. And then her breasts had suddenly filled out from nowhere,
ample and round, and every time he spotted her nipples through her t-shirt he
would physically salivate, knowing they would taste like honey in his mouth.
Her hips were made for his hands, her lips for his kisses, pink and lush.
But that wasn’t all. Not only had she
become a full-blown, touchable woman in all areas necessary, she could argue
the hell out of him and, even if he were right, she would turn those hazel eyes
up at him and melt his resolve. Yes, he had gotten it so bad for his best
friend’s baby sister that in the last five years, whenever she was near, he
walked around with a constant ache in his groin. But something was up with her.
She seemed unusually quiet this evening. A little tense.
“You’re not afraid of being alone with me,
are you, Ryan?” She didn’t look at him when she asked that, choosing to toy
with her food instead.
I’m
petrified of being alone with you.
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BIO
April Vine writes erotic romance by night
and is a professional dreamer by day. She has two precious sons who keep her
sharp and one very tolerant husband who chivalrously defends her honor on a
daily basis. Visit her at www.aprilvine.co.za
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