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A hot-tempered spitfire and a strong-willed, arrogant
man - put them together and sparks fly!
After her first embarrassing encounter, Summer
Jones vows to stay away from cocky record producer,
Lance Munroe. But then she ends up working for the
man! Her quick temper and sharp tongue keep
landing her in hot water with him but no matter how
hard she tries she can't deny her growing attraction
for him. Then they go on a business trip to Jamaica - and that's when things get really hot!
Lance is intrigued by the feisty woman who practically tells him off the first time they meet.
When they begin working together he realises how much he enjoys the challenge of taming
the little tigress. But, before he knows it, he's the one caught in the snare of passion. The
tables are turned - the vixen has tamed the lion!
If you love a sizzling romance, follow Summer and Lance from Chicago to Jamaica and
be swept away in the thrill of their Hot Summer.
Excerpt
When a conga line of gyrating bodies formed Summer stood back and, with the rest of the dancers on the floor,
clapped to the rhythm. The music went faster and the bodies bobbed quickly to the beat, then the music went
faster still, until the line of bodies fell away and disintegrated into a laughing crowd of people.
It was then that the lights were dimmed and the deep, husky voice of the DJ filled the room. “Now, for you
lovers out there, a little bit of slow jam to get you in the mood.” Marvin Gaye’s 'Sexual Healing' filled the
room and couples moved closer together in embrace.
This was Summer’s cue to exit.
She turned and came up hard against a broad silk-covered chest. She stepped back quickly, an apology already
on her lips, but when she looked up she found herself staring into Lance’s gleaming dark eyes.
Before she could speak he pulled her into his embrace. Strong arms encircled her waist, bringing her
deliciously close to the masculine body. Her heart pounded hard in her chest and, even as she began to move
with him, she caught herself holding her breath.
“Relax.” Lance breathed against her cheek then moved his right hand to her back. “Just let your hair down -
for once.”
Summer drew in a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. She wished she hadn’t. The masculine scent of him
coupled with Marvin Gaye’s sexy rendition had her body tingling with awareness. She felt relaxed and
languorous, and yet so tense and aware all at the same time.
At that moment Lance rested a hand gently on her left hip and pulled her just a little closer, then he rocked his
hips to the rhythm and guided her body to follow. When she began swaying her hips slowly to the music his
hand moved again to her back. She moved hesitantly against him but then, as the silky sounds caressed her,
she began to match his every move.
Slowly, but deliberately, she slid her arms up his chest and clasped her hands at the back of his neck. She
moved against his body and felt the solid strength of him. As if drawn by an irresistible force she lifted her
head and gazed into his dark, smouldering eyes. His lips softened in a gentle smile and she felt her heart ache
at the intensity of his look. He lowered his head and she closed her eyes, lips softened and ready for his kiss.
But it didn’t come. Instead, he rubbed his cheek against hers and pulled her closer, enveloping her in his
warmth, drowning her in his sensuality.
It was almost one o’clock when Lance whispered, “We’d better go. We have a full day ahead of us.”
She smiled, her cheek resting against his chest, her body relaxed and fluid against his. She nodded in assent
and he took her hand and led her from the dance floor.
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Summer’s breath came in shallow gasps as she sat still, not feeling she could move even if she wanted to. She
was like a bird frozen in the mesmerizing stare of a snake, knowing it was about to be eaten alive but not able
to make a move to save its own life.
She moaned and closed her eyes as his lips stroked the sensitive skin then moved to the base of her throat
where he licked softly and gently. She didn’t realize that she was still clutching the handkerchief tightly in
her hand until she felt his strong fingers pry hers open to pull it away so that he could seduce her palm with his
thumb.
“Relax, baby.” He moved his lips up her neck and to her ear. “You’re so tense. Just relax.”
As he spoke he pushed her back gently into the plush pillows and began to nibble her ear lobe. He gave a lick
just behind her ear and shock waves ran down her spine.
“Oh, God,” she breathed, “what are you doing to me?”
“What someone should have done to you a long time ago, Summer Jones,” he whispered. “Teach you what it
means to be a woman.”
He dipped his head and slid his lips back down her neck, over her collar bone and down to that oh, so sensitive
place between the curves of her breasts. Here, he paused and she held her breath, eyes shut tight, wondering if
he was going to stop now. She prayed he wouldn’t.
She was not disappointed. An involuntary gasp escaped her throat as he slipped a warm tongue down her
cleavage, sliding it between the orbs and teasing her soft flesh until her body screamed and she felt she would
die from the sweet sensation. She grabbed the back of his head and pressed him into her, wanting more of the
pleasure, more of the sweetness…
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He turned back to her and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. “I don’t want to rush you, honey. I don’
t want us to regret this.”
“But you weren’t rushing me. I wanted it…”
“You wanted it,” he cut her off, “but you weren’t ready for it. I want you to be absolutely sure, Summer, so let’
s take it slow.”
With that, he rose and stretched out both hands towards her. She rested her hands in his and he pulled her
gently to her feet and into his arms. He held her like that for a moment then pressed his lips against her
forehead and put her away from him.
“Come,” he smiled. “Walk me to the door.”
When Summer had said goodbye and closed the door she leaned against it and let out a long sigh. She prayed
she wasn’t falling in love.
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