Angel.”
“Maybe just for tonight?” She leaned up to whisper in his ear, “I bought some new silk scarves…”
“Is that right?” He spoke low, his breath tickling her earlobe. “Are those for me?” He kissed the shell of her ear, then her jaw. “Or for you?”
“We can take turns.”
He leaned down to kiss her, and with her bare toe, she pushed the mute button.
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Position Secured
Last Call
When sparks flare, stop, drop and roll with it.
Last Call
© 2012 Olivia Brynn
When Eric Layton lunges for his ringing cell phone in the middle of the night, he’s halfway to the door before he realizes it’s not his chief summoning him to an out-of-control fire. It’s an out-of-control woman who’s too tipsy to figure out she’s dialed the wrong number. But the line goes dead before he can explain he’s not her brother.
His conscience won’t let him leave the woman to wait for a ride that’s never going to come. Yet nothing prepares him for the chemistry when he helps Joanne into his truck. She’s curvy, blonde, and vulnerable—a three-alarm warning to do the right thing and keep her at arm’s length.
Still keeping watch over her through the night sounds reasonable. Until she awakens, and desire burns reason to a crisp…
Warning: Contains explicit sex scenes that may be too hot for summer reading. Author recommends you check to make sure your air-conditioning is in working order and turned up full blast.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Last Call:
Joanne smiled. Waking up in the warm embrace of a man had to be one of the best things in life. She snuggled against the hard body. Clothes? Andrew?
She opened her eyes and looked up into the face of the man in bed with her. Angled jaw, whiskers, full lips slightly parted, and strong brow. It wasn’t Andrew. It was Kevin’s friend Joe, who had picked her up from the bar.
She moved closer and closed her eyes again, listening to his deep, even breathing and the steady beat of his heart. Not many men would have driven across town to pick up a friend’s little sister. Or treated her with the compassion he had. Kevin must be a very good friend of his. She’d have to grill her brother about this guy. She thought she knew all of his friends. Maybe Kevin was keeping her from him, knowing she’d be lust-struck.
But he had sent Joe to the Ranger.
She smoothed his T-shirt over the hard curves of his chest. Breathing in the faint remnants of his cologne, clean and masculine, like sandalwood and hickory, was a reminder that she didn’t know him from Adam.
But he did smell nice.
And he looked nice too. Chiseled features softened only by sleep and a shadow of whiskers. A long, narrow nose, slightly crooked—she imagined it had been broken at least once. Even his Adam’s apple appealed to her. She traced the stubbly protrusion with a finger, fascinated at the movement when he swallowed. Still, he slept.
She slipped her hands beneath the T-shirt, encountering a smooth back. Very nice. Is the front smooth too, or…no. Mm. Crinkly soft hair. She found a nipple in one tuft and used the pad of her middle finger to tease it until it grew erect. When that wasn’t enough, she gathered his shirt until she could dip her head beneath the sheet and taste that nubbin.
He groaned, and his hips bucked against hers, but he didn’t wake up. Joanne smiled and moved to the other nipple.
Her head still buzzed from too much alcohol, but this she knew. This she could focus on. Salty male skin against her tongue. She trailed her lips down rippled abs and reached…damn. Jeans. Undaunted, she worked on the button, then the zipper, which made a delicious sound in the quiet apartment.
She walked her fingers beneath the flaps of his fly and under the waistband of his underwear until his hot flesh filled her palm. The musky scent of man filled her nostrils and made her mouth water.
He sighed, rolling onto his
“Maybe just for tonight?” She leaned up to whisper in his ear, “I bought some new silk scarves…”
“Is that right?” He spoke low, his breath tickling her earlobe. “Are those for me?” He kissed the shell of her ear, then her jaw. “Or for you?”
“We can take turns.”
He leaned down to kiss her, and with her bare toe, she pushed the mute button.
Look for these titles by Olivia Brynn
Now Available:
Position Secured
Last Call
When sparks flare, stop, drop and roll with it.
Last Call
© 2012 Olivia Brynn
When Eric Layton lunges for his ringing cell phone in the middle of the night, he’s halfway to the door before he realizes it’s not his chief summoning him to an out-of-control fire. It’s an out-of-control woman who’s too tipsy to figure out she’s dialed the wrong number. But the line goes dead before he can explain he’s not her brother.
His conscience won’t let him leave the woman to wait for a ride that’s never going to come. Yet nothing prepares him for the chemistry when he helps Joanne into his truck. She’s curvy, blonde, and vulnerable—a three-alarm warning to do the right thing and keep her at arm’s length.
Still keeping watch over her through the night sounds reasonable. Until she awakens, and desire burns reason to a crisp…
Warning: Contains explicit sex scenes that may be too hot for summer reading. Author recommends you check to make sure your air-conditioning is in working order and turned up full blast.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Last Call:
Joanne smiled. Waking up in the warm embrace of a man had to be one of the best things in life. She snuggled against the hard body. Clothes? Andrew?
She opened her eyes and looked up into the face of the man in bed with her. Angled jaw, whiskers, full lips slightly parted, and strong brow. It wasn’t Andrew. It was Kevin’s friend Joe, who had picked her up from the bar.
She moved closer and closed her eyes again, listening to his deep, even breathing and the steady beat of his heart. Not many men would have driven across town to pick up a friend’s little sister. Or treated her with the compassion he had. Kevin must be a very good friend of his. She’d have to grill her brother about this guy. She thought she knew all of his friends. Maybe Kevin was keeping her from him, knowing she’d be lust-struck.
But he had sent Joe to the Ranger.
She smoothed his T-shirt over the hard curves of his chest. Breathing in the faint remnants of his cologne, clean and masculine, like sandalwood and hickory, was a reminder that she didn’t know him from Adam.
But he did smell nice.
And he looked nice too. Chiseled features softened only by sleep and a shadow of whiskers. A long, narrow nose, slightly crooked—she imagined it had been broken at least once. Even his Adam’s apple appealed to her. She traced the stubbly protrusion with a finger, fascinated at the movement when he swallowed. Still, he slept.
She slipped her hands beneath the T-shirt, encountering a smooth back. Very nice. Is the front smooth too, or…no. Mm. Crinkly soft hair. She found a nipple in one tuft and used the pad of her middle finger to tease it until it grew erect. When that wasn’t enough, she gathered his shirt until she could dip her head beneath the sheet and taste that nubbin.
He groaned, and his hips bucked against hers, but he didn’t wake up. Joanne smiled and moved to the other nipple.
Her head still buzzed from too much alcohol, but this she knew. This she could focus on. Salty male skin against her tongue. She trailed her lips down rippled abs and reached…damn. Jeans. Undaunted, she worked on the button, then the zipper, which made a delicious sound in the quiet apartment.
She walked her fingers beneath the flaps of his fly and under the waistband of his underwear until his hot flesh filled her palm. The musky scent of man filled her nostrils and made her mouth water.
He sighed, rolling onto his
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