Hot Summer Nights
Jaci Burton, Jessica Clare, Erin McCarthy, Carly Phillips
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Passions ignite in these all-new stories from four bestselling masters of contemporary romance…
In Jaci Burton’s “Hope Smolders,” struggling divorcee Jane has put her personal life on hold to raise her kids—until she runs into Will, her ex’s former best friend, who convinces her it’s time to start having fun again.
Carly Phillips takes you back to the town of Serendipity, where overworked Alexa has an instant connection with a sinfully sexy football star on the dance floor. A one-night stand evolves into multiple nights when Luke decides to teach the good doctor about his own brand of fun. But when it’s time for him to leave town, will these “Perfect Strangers” be able to say goodbye for good?
In Jessica Clare’s “Legend of Jane,” an intrepid Bloggess catches the eye of local law enforcement when she gets caught trespassing. Luckily, Luanne wouldn’t mind getting handcuffed by Officer Hotness…
Single girl Chelsea is tired of feeling like the fifth wheel on her weekend jaunt to Lake Placid, until she gets stuck out in the cold and finds a muscular knight in shining armor to warm her up—in Erin McCarthy’s “Ice Princess.”
Cara, who, though torn, would thank Alexa later for stepping in. “Let’s go,” she said to her friend, and steered them through the crowd toward the restroom, leaving her sexy dance partner behind. * * * Lucas Thompson watched his dance partner walk off, her hips swaying, her delectable derriere displayed to perfection in her tight black leggings. He liked what he saw. Hell, he’d liked what he’d felt even more. She wasn’t too skinny, like the NFL groupies who usually followed him around back
exhaled a sigh of relief. “No calls.” Luanne grinned at him “So very responsible.” The smile that curved his mouth was slow, and incredibly sexy. “It turns you on.” “It just might,” she agreed, sauntering over to his side. She stood over the edge of his desk, but he grabbed her by the waist and dragged her into his lap again, which she loved. Hank was the only guy she’d ever dated who she didn’t tower over, and his manhandling of her? It made her feel small, petite, and utterly feminine. She
hips. He grasped her hips and pulled her a bit farther down on the table, and then slowly pulled out, then thrust deep again. The walls of her sex were so slick with need that the swift stroke sent little pulses of delight echoing through her. “More.” He obliged, thrusting deep again, and then began a slow and steady rhythm of thrusts that had her reaching backward and clinging to the lip of the table. Each thrust seemed to fill her perfectly, to hit all the right spots inside her. They were
Oh, hell no, it could not be… “Hi, I’m Brody Durbin.” His eyes landed on her as he stood to his full height. “Chelsea?” “Yep, it’s the one and only,” she said, her heart suddenly starting to pound from more than fear of snow down her pants and the ski lift. Fate had planted Brody in her path again. How kind of Fate. She’d have to send it a fruit basket. “Of course it’s you. I’d recognize those flowing golden locks anywhere.” She officially came in her ski pants. He’d remembered her absurdity.
invitation. That’s what he was talking about. Brody covered Chelsea’s mouth with his in a soft, teasing kiss. Her lips were warm, sticky, and sweet, and she tasted like chocolate. Delicious. Putting his hand behind her head, he pulled her a little closer, wanting another one of those. He liked how she didn’t resist, how when he paused, she picked up his slack, so that they were dueling with each other, attack, retreat, a sparring of their mouths, their desire evenly matched. Brody liked that