Don't Tempt Me by Julie Ortolon

flat-chested woman such a turn-on had mystified him, because he happened to like breasts. In fact, he considered them among God's finest creations. He'd reasoned that her spunky personality and sexy face had outweighed her lack of curves.
    The realization that Jackie had a spunky personality, sexy face, and curves sent a rush of heat through him more intense than anything he'd felt since high school. Oh, man, he wanted to whimper, why does she have to be off limits?
    "I, um ..." She shifted nervously. "There wasn't a door, so I just came on down. I hope that's all right."
    "Hmm?" Adrian shook himself. "Oh. Yes! Of course. Come in." He hurried over to usher her into the room. "We were all waiting for you. Let's see, it's been a while since you were here, so let me reintroduce everyone."
    Jackie braced herself as he pulled her into the circle of his family. It wasn't that she disliked people; she liked them fine. She'd just never been good at idle chitchat. Give her a crew to command or passengers to welcome, and she did much better.
    "You met my sister Aurora earlier ---"
    "Hi." Rory waved at her.
    " ---and this is her husband, Oliver Chancellor."
    "It's good to see you again." Jackie offered her hand for a firm shake with the tall gangly blond man with wire-rimmed glasses and conservative haircut. She remembered Chance well enough to know he and Rory hadn't even been married the last time she'd been here, and now they were parents. She nodded to the baby in his arms. "You work fast."
    "Apparently." Smiling, the man turned his daughter to show her off. "This is Lauren. Lauren, say hi to Captain Jackie. "Lauren kicked her feet and let out an ear-piercing screech. Chance cringed at the sound. "We're, uh, still working on her social skills. Obviously."
    "My other sister, Allison," Adrian continued.
    "How do you do?" Allison greeted her with a soft smile and a friendly handshake. "We're delighted to have you stay with us."
    "Thanks." Jackie returned the smile.
    "Is that the letter?" Allison nodded at the envelope.
    "Yes." Jackie's grip tightened.
    "We can't wait to see it," Allison said.
    "And this is Alli's fiance , Scott Lawrence," Adrian finished.
    "Ah yes, the writer." She shook his hand, taking in the dark hair, whiskey-colored eyes, and trimmed beard that accentuated, rather than softened, the sharp angles of his face. She searched for something appropriate to say. "I've read some of your books and always wondered, where do authors get their ideas?"
    To her surprise, the man burst out laughing and turned to Allison. In unison, they said: "Online from Plots.com."
    Heat climbed up Jackie's neck as she wondered what faux pas she'd committed.
    "Sorry," Scott said, still smiling. "Inside joke. It's good to finally meet you in person."
    She laughed self-consciously. "I wish I could say the same, but I haven't quite forgiven you for putting two and two together."
    One of his black eyebrows arched upward. "You mean figuring out you're Jack Kingsley's descendant?"
    "Exactly. I'm curious as to how you did figure it out"
    "Your friend Bobby told me you were named after Jack Kingsley because your father was enamored of tales about Lafitte's missing treasure. So I started thinking, 'What if he named you after Jack for another reason?' Then I learned Jack Kingsley had had a child by a barmaid in Corpus Christi, and it clicked into place."
    "That's all you had to go on when you got me to confess?" She shook her head in self-disgust.
    "Sorry." He shrugged, clearly unrepentant. "But once I read the diaries, I couldn't let it go. I had to know what happened after they ended."
    "Speaking of the diaries ... " She glanced around. "When do I get to see them?"
    "First we eat." Adrian plucked the envelope from her hand.
    "Does food always take precedence over business for you?"
    "Food is my business. And it's taught me that anticipation makes the dessert taste sweeter. Sort of like fore-play."
    She started to complain as he carried the letter to the