enduring.
Does a full moon really cause naughty behavior?
Bad Moon Rising
© 2007 Leeanne Kenedy
Hailey Burke has heard that full moons cause people to behave in strange ways, but she never thought it would apply to her until the night she winds up in bed with a man she doesn’t even like. So she’d had a temporary loss of sanity when she slept with Zack Creighton, the womanizing photographer. Big deal. Doesn’t mean she’s going to do it again, right?
Wrong.
Unfortunately, Zack has something else in store for Hailey. He’s liked the sassy redhead from the moment he met her, but he can’t get the stubborn woman to let go of the misconceptions she’s formed about him. Sure, he’s played the field, but Zack is no womanizer, and he has no intention of leaving things at one night. Once he’s had a taste of Hailey, he wants another. And he’s determined to convince her that he’s not the bad boy she’s always thought.
Warning, this title contains the following: explicit sex, graphic language.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Bad Moon Rising :
“Hailey,” Zack said.
“Yes?”
“Why exactly don’t you like me?”
Her jaw tensed. “You know why.”
“You think I’m too much of a ladies’ man.”
“Yep.”
“You think I’m arrogant.”
“Yep.”
“Yet I still manage to turn you on.”
“No,” she lied.
He gave a knowing glance before fixing his gaze on her breasts. “Your nipples are hard.”
“I’m cold.”
“It’s ninety degrees.” He licked his lips in a way that should’ve been sleazy but instead looked pretty damn enticing. “What would you do if I put my hands underneath your shirt? Would you stop me?”
Her clit swelled as a rush of liquid heat pooled in her panties.
“I don’t think you would,” he continued, moving even closer. He dragged his palm up her thigh, over her navel, until it was inches away from her breasts. “I think you’d beg me to keep going.”
“Your arrogance astounds me,” she squeezed out.
“Deny it all you want, but we both know what’s running through that pretty red head of yours right now.”
“Oh, please enlighten me.” It was a miracle she managed to keep her voice calm. Inside, she was a trembling mess, hot, needy, so painfully aroused it hurt to talk.
“You’re thinking about all the things I could do to your body. With my hands and my tongue.” He dipped his head and bit her earlobe. “And my teeth.”
A jolt of excitement shot from her ear, to her breasts and straight down to her pussy. Somehow she was wetter than she’d ever been.
“Let’s not be coy, Hailey. Admit you want me.”
Their eyes locked and something inside her caved. “Fine. So maybe I do. Just a bit. But I still don’t like you,” she added.
“Didn’t we just establish liking each other had nothing to do with wanting each other?”
Had they established that? He seemed to think so. She was beginning to think it too, what with her hard nipples and damp panties. The window blinds rustled as another gust of hot air drifted into the room. She shifted in her seat, agitated, her lower body tight with anticipation. Aw hell. Would it really be so bad, going to bed with this man? He was deliciously attractive, with his dark, smoldering eyes and that strong jaw covered with stubble and those wicked lips she couldn’t
help but want to kiss. The moonlight brought out the roughness of his features, making him appear dangerous. And totally sexy. She found herself leaning closer to him, angling her chin so that their lips were millimeters away. His warm breath fanned against her, minty, with just the slightest scent of alcohol. She knew he wasn’t drunk; he’d only taken two sips of the beer she’d brought him. Which meant that Zack Creighton, in all his sober, magnificent glory, wanted to have sex with her.
And God help her, but the feeling was mutual.
“One night,” she blurted out.
He tilted his head. “Huh?”
“I don’t want to get
Does a full moon really cause naughty behavior?
Bad Moon Rising
© 2007 Leeanne Kenedy
Hailey Burke has heard that full moons cause people to behave in strange ways, but she never thought it would apply to her until the night she winds up in bed with a man she doesn’t even like. So she’d had a temporary loss of sanity when she slept with Zack Creighton, the womanizing photographer. Big deal. Doesn’t mean she’s going to do it again, right?
Wrong.
Unfortunately, Zack has something else in store for Hailey. He’s liked the sassy redhead from the moment he met her, but he can’t get the stubborn woman to let go of the misconceptions she’s formed about him. Sure, he’s played the field, but Zack is no womanizer, and he has no intention of leaving things at one night. Once he’s had a taste of Hailey, he wants another. And he’s determined to convince her that he’s not the bad boy she’s always thought.
Warning, this title contains the following: explicit sex, graphic language.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Bad Moon Rising :
“Hailey,” Zack said.
“Yes?”
“Why exactly don’t you like me?”
Her jaw tensed. “You know why.”
“You think I’m too much of a ladies’ man.”
“Yep.”
“You think I’m arrogant.”
“Yep.”
“Yet I still manage to turn you on.”
“No,” she lied.
He gave a knowing glance before fixing his gaze on her breasts. “Your nipples are hard.”
“I’m cold.”
“It’s ninety degrees.” He licked his lips in a way that should’ve been sleazy but instead looked pretty damn enticing. “What would you do if I put my hands underneath your shirt? Would you stop me?”
Her clit swelled as a rush of liquid heat pooled in her panties.
“I don’t think you would,” he continued, moving even closer. He dragged his palm up her thigh, over her navel, until it was inches away from her breasts. “I think you’d beg me to keep going.”
“Your arrogance astounds me,” she squeezed out.
“Deny it all you want, but we both know what’s running through that pretty red head of yours right now.”
“Oh, please enlighten me.” It was a miracle she managed to keep her voice calm. Inside, she was a trembling mess, hot, needy, so painfully aroused it hurt to talk.
“You’re thinking about all the things I could do to your body. With my hands and my tongue.” He dipped his head and bit her earlobe. “And my teeth.”
A jolt of excitement shot from her ear, to her breasts and straight down to her pussy. Somehow she was wetter than she’d ever been.
“Let’s not be coy, Hailey. Admit you want me.”
Their eyes locked and something inside her caved. “Fine. So maybe I do. Just a bit. But I still don’t like you,” she added.
“Didn’t we just establish liking each other had nothing to do with wanting each other?”
Had they established that? He seemed to think so. She was beginning to think it too, what with her hard nipples and damp panties. The window blinds rustled as another gust of hot air drifted into the room. She shifted in her seat, agitated, her lower body tight with anticipation. Aw hell. Would it really be so bad, going to bed with this man? He was deliciously attractive, with his dark, smoldering eyes and that strong jaw covered with stubble and those wicked lips she couldn’t
help but want to kiss. The moonlight brought out the roughness of his features, making him appear dangerous. And totally sexy. She found herself leaning closer to him, angling her chin so that their lips were millimeters away. His warm breath fanned against her, minty, with just the slightest scent of alcohol. She knew he wasn’t drunk; he’d only taken two sips of the beer she’d brought him. Which meant that Zack Creighton, in all his sober, magnificent glory, wanted to have sex with her.
And God help her, but the feeling was mutual.
“One night,” she blurted out.
He tilted his head. “Huh?”
“I don’t want to get
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