The problem is,
once he has her in his bed, will he ever want to let her go?
Excerpt 2: Victim
of Her Own Plot (Fern's POV)
What the hell was she doing? Fern fell silent as Tom
took her hand and led her
from the bar. He stopped for a second to talk with
another man, one built like a small
mountain. She couldn’t do more than offer the guy a
tight-lipped smile, heat burning
into her cheeks like napalm.
It had to be obvious what they were up to. God, how
embarrassing. Before she
could chicken out though, Tom led her out of the bar.
She shivered as the night air
hit her, her thin dress scant protection again the
cold.
“Here, let me.”
He shucked his jacket and draped it over her
shoulders. Warmth and the scent of
his cologne, sharp citrus and sandalwood, surrounded
her. She breathed a sigh of
pleasure but frowned, starting to shrug out of it.
“But you’ll get cold. Take it back.”
“Cold? This? This is mild compared to what we train
in.”
He wrapped the jacket about her with a tight grip on
the lapels. Leaning down, he
kissed her again. A lingering kiss that was over too
soon. Her lips tingled as he lifted
his head, and she couldn’t help a pout of
frustration.
He rumbled, a low sound of amusement from deep in his
broad chest. “Soon, I
promise. Riggs is calling us a cab, but it’ll take a
couple of minutes to get here so
how about you come over here and keep me warm.”
Keeping his grip on the jacket, he walked backward
until he leaned against the
wall, pulling her closer. She stepped between his
spread thighs, hands splayed over
his chest for balance, but he carried on tugging her
until she rested against his hard
body. She bit her lip at the leashed power in his
frame, the muscles beneath her
hands corded and tense.
She’d never considered herself the delicate type of
female, apt to swoon at the
mere presence of a man, but wrapped in his arms, she
felt tiny and feminine. He
surrounded her, his body language both protective and
possessive.
He held her close, one hand sliding to the nape of
her neck while the other slid
down the length of her back to cup her ass in a bold
move. She gasped as he pulled
her flush with his hips again, his interest pressing
hard into her belly. Sparks of
arousal fizzed through her veins, tingling along
every inch of her skin and settling
low in her abdomen. An achy, nervous feeling as
though a thousand hyper-active
butterflies took up residence.
His lips curved towards a smile as he looked down at
her, still taller even though
he was in a slight squat against the wall. She liked
that, liked that he was so tall and
powerful. The light in his blue eyes was warm, with a
hint of darkness lurking
behind them. A heated darkness she wanted to see much
more of.
He bent his head, nudging at her nose with his, more
a nuzzle than anything,
before he claimed her lips. Again, he was soft and
gentle, but the tension in the
muscles beneath her hands told a different story. He
was holding back, and she
didn’t want that. She wanted all that power
unleashed. Wanted to feel it, taste it.
So she moved in, pressing against his hips with hers
to trap his hard cock
between them. Sliding her hands up to his shoulders,
she kissed him back, angling
her head and parting her lips in invitation.
He growled, a low sound deep in the center of his
chest that she more felt than
heard. His fingers tightened, gripping the rounded
globe of her ass as he took her up
on her offer. His tongue slid past her lips to stroke
along hers, and she became a
victim of her own plot.
Seduced by the Scrum-Half
Synopsis: Mistaken identity, toe-curling kisses and a passion that
sets them both on fire... Fetching her neighbours mail has never been so
exciting.
Run off her
feet after a few days working away, the last thing Daisy needs is to find the
house next to hers sold. Quite apart from the fact she had new neighbours to
contend with, she'd forgotten to pick up the mail for the previous resident.
What's a girl to do in circumstances like that but hope her key still worked
and she could pick up the mail while the house was still empty...
Will Peters
can't believe someone is trying to break into his new house, less than five
hours after he moved in. Tackling the intruder he finds himself with an armful
of curvy, sexy woman who sets his body on fire. Stealing a kiss is just the
first of his mistakes...
Playing with the Prop
Synopsis: Never mix business with pleasure...
A physical
therapist for successful Rugby team, the Strathstow Sharks, Ashley's golden
rule is never to mix business and pleasure. She loves her job and the guys she
looks after, and doesn't want to jeopardise her place with the team. As nicely
put together as her charges are, she's never found herself remotely tempted.
Until now.
Harry James,
the team's newest prop gives her butterflies in her stomach every time she has
to treat him, and her fantasies involving his hard, muscled body and sinful
lips keep her hot and bothered at night. Luckily, he shows no sign of having
noticed her attraction, and hasn't shown any interest in her...
She's been his
from the moment he saw her...
Harry James
marked the pretty little physio the first day they met. For the last year he's
been biding his time, and trying to get her attention. So much so, it's gained
him a few nicknames in the squad. Not that anyone would dare tell her.
When the Sharks
win big on Harry's birthday, can he stop at claiming a birthday kiss, or will
he want everything she has to give?
About Mina
Carter
Mina was born
and raised in the East Farthing of Middle Earth (otherwise known as the
Midlands, England) and spent her childhood learning all the sorts of things
generally required of a professional adventurer. Able to ride, box, shoot, make
and read maps, make chainmail and use a broadsword (with varying degrees of
efficiency) she was disgusted to find that adventuring is not considered a
suitable occupation these days.
So, instead of
slaying dragons and hunting vampires and the like, Mina spends her days writing
about hot shifters, government conspiracies and vampire lords with more than
their fair share of RAWR. Turns out wanna-be adventurers have quite the turn of
imagination after all…
To celebrate these smokin hot new covers, Mina Carter is offering a
special giveaway of a Matt Hampson foundation Calendar. The calendar features the players
Owen Williams, Tom Croft, Graham Kitchener, Adam Thompstone, Anthony Allen,
Logovi'i Mulipola, Julian Salvi, Tom Youngs, Ben Youngs, Richard Cockerill,
Blaine Scully, Louis Deacon & Matthew Tait, all photographed by current UK
Fujifilm Photographer of the Year, Brendan Hall of Colour White Photography in
Market Harborough.
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