Caught between a rock and a rock-hard body…
Salon owner Virginia
Boca has declared herself celibate...at least until she wins the election for
mayor of Bluelick, Kentucky. No hot men. No sex. And her plan to play the good
girl might have worked—if the mysterious, hard-bodied stranger she’s seen around
town hadn't pulled her from the street and saved her life. The least Ginny can
do is offer her savior a free haircut.
But when an innocent
haircut turns into hours of wickedly hot sex, former Navy SEAL Shaun Buchanan
knows his plan to keep a low profile is shot. Especially once Ginny finds out
he’s the current mayor's son. With her reputation and the election on the line,
Ginny seems determined to keep their nightly sexcapades a secret, but Shaun’s
not willing to stay in the shadows forever…
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Falling for the Enemy
Long Excerpt
Shaun
groaned and let his head fall back, and all she could do was cling to the edge
of the sink while he gave her exactly what she asked for. Thrusting,
withdrawing, and thrusting again in thrilling succession, using the angle of
their bodies to ensure he hit all the right spots along the way. The room spun
behind her closed eyelids. A heady mix of pheromones, body heat and sex stormed
her senses. With frightening speed, he had her trembling at the brink again,
panting and shivering and striving for relief from the pressure building inside
her. Her pulse pounded, setting off a surprisingly loud echo in her ears.
She nearly jumped out of her skin
when Shaun called out, “It’s occupied.”
Holy crap, the pounding in her ears
wasn’t her pulse. Somebody was knocking on the restroom door. A voice from the
other side said, “Hurry up in there buddy. I gotta get back on the road.”
Shaun didn’t bother with a reply,
but drove into her with renewed energy, dragging her agonizingly closer to the
edge of control. Her body clenched around him in a fruitless effort to cling to
the moment—to a semblance of sanity—but he thrust again and sent sanity
hurtling out of reach. The pressure tightened, pulsed there for one
heartbeat…two…she whimpered in the face of what waited for her, and a big,
calloused hand gently covered her mouth to suppress the noise.
He withdrew and rocked forward
again, then froze. His eyes drifted closed, and a groan rumbled from somewhere
deep in his chest.
The
pounding on the door came again. “What the hell, man?”
“I’m…not…done
yet,” he growled, and unleashed a
series of quick, jerky thrusts. The sink rattled on its pedestal. Between her
legs, the clenching became spasms. Shaun cursed, and then groaned again, a low,
long sound vibrating with relief. Hard as she tried to hold it back, her own
jagged moan escaped, merging with his, outlasting it, until the high-pitched
cry reverberated in the tiny room and slowly subsided.
The
voice came again from the other side of the door. “Forget it. I don’t know
whether you ought to burn a candle when you’re done, or set fire to the place,
but I know I’m not going in. See a doctor, or something.”
Brown
eyes opened and stared into hers, and she detected a gleam of humor in their
depths. She returned his stare while footsteps retreated across pavement. After
a moment, a vehicle door slammed and a big engine rumbled to life. Picturing
some disgusted trucker opting for a nice, private outcropping of limestone
along the Double A over what he imagined awaited him at the Gas ’n Go had her
laughing on her inhale. The result was an inelegant snort.
He
grinned down at her. “Admit it, I provide a refreshing break from rose petals
and satin sheets.”
Author
Bio:
Wine lover, sleep fanatic, and USA Today Bestselling
Author of sexy contemporary romance novels, Samanthe Beck lives in Malibu,
California, with her long-suffering but extremely adorable husband and their
elementary-aged turbo-son. Throw in a furry ninja named Kitty and Bebe the
trash talking Chihuahua and you get the whole, chaotic picture.
When not clinging to sanity by her fingernails or
dreaming up fun, fan-your-cheeks sexy ways to get her characters to
happily-ever-afters, she searches for the perfect cabernet to pair with Ambien.
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