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until they were perfectly aligned.
Honey rested her chin on her hands. “I think I’m falling in love with you.”
“I’m not thinkin’. I’m already there.”
A tear slipped down one cheek, and he wiped it away with his thumb. “I’m not an easy man.”
“You’ve said that before and you still don’t scare me.”
True tucked his hands under her arms and pulled her higher. Their mouths met in a slow, steamy kiss.
When they drew apart she was smiling and her eyes held a wicked glint.
“What’s going through your mind?”
“Ways to keep my dirty mouth busy.”
He laughed and felt a blush flood his cheeks.
Honey’s chuckles didn’t stop. They gusted against his chest and then his belly as she disappeared
beneath the covers. As her hot, dirty mouth went to work on warming the parts of him she seemed to like
best, he lay smiling at the ceiling, wondering just when he’d let his control slip—for he’d ceded it
completely to the woman mouthing his shaft. He might bluster and shout. And he was sure he’d have to
take a firm hand to her backside now and then, only because she’d demand it, but he was pretty sure he
knew exactly who’d rule this roost. Not that he would complain.
He wouldn’t mind that she probably couldn’t cook, didn’t know how to stoke a furnace, or that he was
going to have to follow her up slippery stairs for the rest of their lives.
Honey Cahill was the cure for his loneliness. A ray of the sweetest, brightest sunshine. He smiled at
the flowery language and wondered if she might be rubbing off on him.
A slim, warm hand stroked his sex, coaxing it to lift and thicken. A wicked, hot tongue laved his balls
and shaft. He reached beneath the blankets, sank his fingers in her hair and guided her over the tip. Only
when she sank her mouth on him and began to suck could he find the words to express what she gave him.
Her pure, true heart.
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About the Author
Until recently, award-winning erotica and romance author Delilah Devlin lived in South Texas at the
intersection of two dry creeks, surrounded by sexy cowboys in Wranglers. These days, she’s missing the
wide-open skies and starry nights but loving her dark forest in Central Arkansas, with its eccentric
characters and isolation—the better to feed her hungry muse! For Delilah, the greatest sin is driving
between the lines, because it’s comfortable and safe. Her personal journey has taken her through one war
and many countries, cultures, jobs, and relationships to bring her to the place where she is now—writing
sexy adventures that hold more than a kernel of autobiography and often share a common thread of self-
discovery and transformation.
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Guilty pleasures can heat the coldest winter night…
Winter Fire
© 2010 Jess Dee
A Red Hot Winter Story
There’s never been any question in Rachel Ashberg’s mind. Jackson Brooks is the one, and they both
know it. The problem? Thanks to his unbreakable rule—never date his twin sister’s friends—he’s
completely off-limits. Even if they can’t imagine being with anyone else.
It’s been over two years since their last encounter, when they gave in—just once—to their passion.
Now, as the Brooks twins’ milestone birthday approaches, Rachel and Jackson are about to meet again at a
gorgeously mountain resort. Needing something to take the edge off the desire that has never faded, she
indulges in a fling with sexy stranger Garreth Halt. He even makes her forget Jackson for a while.
Or…maybe not.
When she mentions Jackson’s name in passing, Garreth picks up on all the hidden undertones in her
voice. And he brings Jackson into their bed, if only in a fantasy they play out together. Funny thing about
Garreth’s fantasies, though. Even the most improbable, impossible ones have a way of becoming reality…
Warning: Warning: Enough heat is contained within these pages that you won’t even notice the winter cold.
You might fall in love with Jackson—the real-life hero, determined to protect his sister from further pain—
but it’s the handsome stranger, Garreth, who’ll take your breath away.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Winter Fire:
“It’s good to escape from the city for a while though. Isn’t it beautiful here?”
He grinned at her. “Let’s just say the mountains became a whole lot more interesting in the last few
minutes…”
She laughed out loud. “You really are flirting, aren’t you?” And was she ever responding. A tingling
awareness flowed through her, an open recognition of the energy that crackled between them.
“Is it working?” he drawled earnestly.
She pretended to think about her answer. No need for him to know just yet that her belly was already
quivering in anticipation. “I’m not sure. Maybe you should try a little harder.”
“You know, we could skip the flirting part altogether and head straight into heated kisses beside a
roaring fire.”
Damned if her heart didn’t miss a beat. “We could.” But she couldn’t be that easy. Could she? She
and Paul had only split up six weeks ago. “Or I could read my book and pretend you’re not really here.”
“You could.” He nodded. “But heated kisses beside a roaring fire would be a lot more entertaining for
both of us.”
Entertaining? Hell, forget the fireplace, the two of them would probably ignite flames of their own
together. “For all the other hotel guests too. I bet they’d get a kick out of watching.”
Humor sparkled in his eyes, and something else. Desire? Hunger? Or maybe raw lust?
Nah, the raw lust was radiating from her, not him.
He lowered his voice. “If it’s privacy you’re wanting, there’s a fireplace in my chalet.”
Heated kisses beside a roaring fire in the privacy of his hotel room? With a Canadian she’d never see
again? A man she could spend her passion with and move on. Damn, there was very little that appealed
more.
Okay, so maybe there was something that appealed more. Jackson.
Yeah, didn’t matter how much Jackson appealed, nothing else could ever happen between them. Not
without causing Jackson’s sister untold heartache.
“If I’d wanted privacy, I’d never have invited you to sit here,” she pointed out logically.
“Tell me you’re not regretting the invitation?”
She nibbled on her lower lip. “Well, you do talk a lot…”
He shot her a purely wicked look. “Not when I’m in the middle of a heated kiss.”
“You talk a lot about kissing.” She didn’t mind one bit.
He nodded. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot. Since I first spied you in the lobby earlier.”
“You saw me earlier?” How could she not have noticed him?
“While I was checking in. You were on your way out. Dressed for a blizzard I might add.”
He’d noticed her attire? “I went for a walk. It was so cold there may as well have been a blizzard
brewing.”
He shook his head. “You Australians have no idea about cold and blizzards.”
She let her gaze slide away from his face and down to his chest and shoulders. “We have no idea?
Mate, you’re wearing a T-shirt.” A T-shirt he filled out beautifully. It hugged his broad shoulders and
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