Authors: Lynn Raye Harris
Hot Rebel (34 page)
He loved it all, and he was so grateful he’d found the courage to tell her how he felt. He told her every day now. Every way he could think of. Victoria would always know, so long as he lived, that he loved her.
“More,” she said, and he pulled out of her. She looked over her shoulder at him.
“You on top,” he told her, and she climbed on and slid down his cock, her eyes closing in ecstasy.
He loved the view from the rear, but this view was even better. Because he could see what he did to her, see the love and pleasure on her face as she came.
They rocked together, faster and faster, her breasts bouncing, her hips thrusting. His orgasm hit him like a freight train, bowing his back and making him gasp her name as he lost himself inside her.
She came with him, shuddering, her mouth opening in a scream. They collapsed together, sweating and breathing hard.
He was boneless and broken, but as soon as he could move, he reached over to where she’d rolled onto her back and traced a lazy finger around her nipple. He hadn’t sucked those beauties this time, but he would soon.
“Luckiest day of my life was when you walked into it. Too bad it took more than three years to figure that out.”
She rolled back on top of him, clearly possessed of more energy than he had at the moment. “What you lack in brightness, you more than make up for in beauty and brawn.”
He snorted a laugh. “Trash talk, babe?”
“I learned from the best.”
He pushed her hair behind her ears and cupped her beautiful face. Yeah, he said this a lot, but he couldn’t stop. He didn’t want to stop. “I love you so much, Victoria.”
“I love you too. More than anything.”
He pulled her down and wrapped his arms around her. She lay against his heart and he sighed happily.
Sex was terrific, but this was better on so many levels. It was belonging, friendship, and perfection, all wrapped up in one person. There was nothing like it on earth.
Yeah, he’d fallen. And it was a damn good place to be.
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Hot Ice
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Excerpt from Hot Ice
© 2014 by Lynn Raye Harris
When fire and ice collide, you get steam
…
Grace Campbell leads a privileged life. The daughter of a United States senator, she moves within the social circles of the rich and famous. But Grace is also a scientist, and when someone learns she possesses the knowledge necessary to create a new super virus capable of destroying entire nations, she becomes a target for terror groups and foreign governments alike.
Garrett “Iceman” Spencer didn’t join the Army’s elite Hostile Operations Team to babysit a spoiled rich girl, but when his superiors insist on assigning him to a senator’s daughter as her security detail, he has no choice but to comply.
It’s a shock to find that beneath the glasses and serious scowl, Grace Campbell burns hot. And Garrett, who’s been burned before, suddenly wants to immerse himself in the flames.
Keeping Grace alive—and keeping his hands off her—is a full-time job for this HOT soldier. Failure is not an option…
Her eyes were wide as she stared up at him. “You think I’m sexy?”
He knew he needed to stop this right now. He needed to push away from her and leave her to stew in her own feelings of inadequacy, but his brain didn’t work so well when his dick got involved. Besides, she
was
sexy—and he didn’t think she really believed it.
He cupped her ass in both hands and pulled her against his cock. She gasped, her hands coming up to grip his biceps.
“What do you think, Grace?”
“Oh.”
He wanted to kiss her so badly. Wanted to strip the towel away and suck her nipples before licking his way down to her pussy and showing her just how sexy he thought she was.
But she was tipsy and vulnerable, and he wasn’t the kind of guy who took advantage of that. Carefully, he set her away from him, his cock aching, his blood roaring through his veins, throbbing in his throat and ears.
He tucked her towel in firmer, making sure it wasn’t about to come undone, and gripped her shoulders.
“You’re sexy, Grace. If this wasn’t a job, if you weren’t someone I have to protect—which means keeping a clear head—I’d make you forget all about Godfrey and his little dick.”
She sniffed. “That’s sweet of you to say.”
His gaze slid over her body and his gut clenched. “Yeah, sweet. That’s me, Cupcake. So fucking sweet I’m going to walk out of this room now.” He reached down and swiped the bottle of wine from the floor. He thought about taking it with him, but instead he set it on the counter behind her. “Get drunk if you want, but do
not
start crying about nobody wanting you. You’re too smart for that shit. And I’m not telling you how sexy you are a second time.”
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Excerpt from Hot Pursuit
© 2013 by Lynn Raye Harris
THE LAST MAN SHE EVER WANTED TO SEE...
Evie Baker's luck just ran out. A trained chef, she's now working in her mother's salon as a shampoo girl after a disastrous affair with an embezzling accountant cost her her business. Her luck can't possibly get any worse...
Or can it? Her baby sister is suddenly missing, someone is shooting at her, and the only man big enough and bad enough to help is the high school heartthrob who stole her heart–and her virginity–before he joined the military and left her to pick up the pieces of her life.
MIGHT BE THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN SAVE HER...
Special Operations Captain Matt "Richie Rich" Girard can't afford to get involved. He's on the verge of a court-martial after a Top Secret military operation gone wrong, and he's been ordered to stay out of trouble while he's home for his sister's wedding.
But when Evie's ex-partner turns up dead, staying out of trouble is the last thing on Matt's mind. If he's going to protect her from a ruthless killer and find her sister before time runs out, he'll have to risk his entire future–and both their lives–to do it.
THINGS ARE ABOUT TO GET HOT IN THE BAYOU!
The music changed, the beat slowing. Evie took a step backward instinctively, but Matt caught her hand and held it tight. She tugged once, then stopped. They faced each other across a few feet of space. Around them, couples began to slide together, fitting into each other.
Evie’s pulse beat harder. Her skin sizzled where they touched, his big hand engulfing hers, his palm calloused in a way that shocked her. He was a Girard—rich, entitled—and he had a workman’s hands.
“One dance.”
Her insides melted a little more. “I’m not sure it’s a good idea.”
But what she really wanted to do was say yes.
His eyes were bright. “Why not? We’re adults now, Evie. No one’s getting hurt here.”
He said it like it was so easy, but was it really? Wasn’t she still vulnerable on some level? She was down on her luck right now, feeling like a loser, and here he was, the same gorgeous, cocky, beautiful creature he’d always been.
Except, no, he was more than that, wasn’t he? There was something behind his smile now. Something dark and sad. Pain flared in his gray eyes and then was gone so quickly she wondered if she’d imagined it.
It shocked her. She suddenly wanted to know what had happened to him. She’d heard about him being held captive by terrorists. How could he not be affected by something like that? Of all the things she’d expected Matt Girard to do with his life, putting himself into danger had not even occurred to her. He had everything. Why would he want to risk his life that way?
She remembered when his mother had died. He’d been twelve. Mama had taken her to the wake out at Reynier’s Retreat. There were so many people crowding the beautiful rooms of the mansion. The house was heavy with sadness and thick with grief, and it had scared her. She’d escaped to run down the wide lawn. She’d known where to find Matt. He’d been curled inside the hollow of a tree they’d found a few years before.
He’d been dressed in a black suit, his dark hair slicked back carefully, his gray eyes wide and wounded as he looked up at her. Her heart had lifted into her throat then. She’d only been eleven, but she’d felt something in that moment that rocked her world—and would continue to rock her world until she was sixteen and shattered by his casual cruelty.
But not that day. That day, she’d slid into the hollow and sat down beside him. When she’d put her arms around him, he’d turned his face into the crook of her neck and wept.
Evie sucked in a breath. How could she walk away from him now, knowing there was something behind those eyes? He was hurting again, and she didn’t know why.
“One dance, Evangeline,” he said softly when she hesitated. “Make a soldier’s night. I just got back from the desert a few days ago. I’d like to dance with a pretty woman and forget about that hellhole for a while.”
Evie swallowed. “That’s not fair.”
He grinned. “Because you can’t say no now?”
She nodded.
“Good for me then.”
“Just one dance and we go our separate ways, got it?” Because she didn’t want to feel this tangle of emotions again. This tiny blossoming in her heart that said she was going to be in so much trouble if she didn’t shut it down quickly.
“If that’s what you want.” His voice was rough.
He took her other hand then, ran his palms up her arms to her shoulders. Little sparks of sensation swirled in her belly, lighting her up like the Fourth of July. He pulled her into his arms right there on the edge of the dance floor.
Evie braced her hands against his chest, pressed back when he tried to bring her closer. It was already overwhelming to be so close to him. To feel his heat and hardness next to her body.