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* Jacquelyn Frank: Author Override | UTC Reviews |
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My very wonderful friend Beth Williamson (who also writes as Emma Lang) and I got to talking, and we realized both of our next releases feature a to-die-for hero by the name of Matthew. Both books are westerns, although hers is historic and mine is contemporary.
She walked through the darkened house with a familiarity she didn’t have a week earlier. It was beginning to feel like home to her. She navigated her way into the kitchen and found a bucket.
“What are you doing?” Matthew’s quiet question didn’t startle her this time.
“Keeping a promise.”
He sat at the table and watched her. Perhaps it was a dream because she wanted him there. The house was so quiet, every move she made seemed to echo. She filled the bucket with warm water, then submerged the nightdress, soaped it up, then rinsed it thoroughly. As she squeezed out the water, Matt made a strange noise.
Hannah peered at him through the darkened room and realized he was shirtless. Her stomach flipped and her body throbbed once, hard and fast. He watched her and groaned over what he saw. What did that mean?
She set the nightdress aside and cleaned the small area on the sheets that had been soiled. The soap was slippery in her hands as she worked. She also kept glancing at her husband out of the corner of her eye. Each movement he made drove her to wonder exactly what he was doing.
After rinsing off the sheet, she picked up the bucket and both clean items. “I’ll be right back. I need to hang these on the line so they’ll be dry by morning.”
He simply nodded, a hazy figure in the gloom. She hurried outside and dumped the bucket, then hung up the nightdress and sheet on the line with shaking hands. The moon was bright, illuminating everything for her.
Something was going to happen; she just didn’t know what it was. Hannah stepped back inside and waited for her eyes to adjust. Matt sat where she’d left him in the chair. Her heart thumped as she approached him, anticipation making her mouth dry and her body tingle.
He wore only a pair of drawers, his hand down the front of them, moving up and down. She stared, fascinated by what she saw.
Matt closed his eyes for a second, his throat moving as he swallowed hard. Where their bodies touched, his erection had expanded in girth, the hardness very clear as he pressed into her belly, as if refusing to hide. “You’re killing me.”
“Yup, and doing myself in as well.”
“Why aren’t we going to my trailer and getting ourselves over this crazy lust between us?”
“Because…” She had no idea anymore why.
He grabbed her hips and lifted her onto the countertop of the island, batted her legs apart and stepped between her thighs. Instant full-torso contact dragged a gasp from her as he returned to kissing her, his hands delicately cupping her cheeks as he worked his way across her lips methodically, thoroughly.
Hope widened her legs, clutched his shoulders and held on tight. Wrapping her legs around his hips increased the pressure on all the sensitive spots that were aching—again—for him to do more than simply kiss her.
He pulled away from her mouth and dropped a series of kisses along her jaw, moving up to play with the dangling lobe of her ear. His chin whiskers scratched, and she turned her head, letting him tease her further, scraping his teeth along her neck.
She had the top buttons of his shirt undone before she realized what she was doing.
He bit lightly and rocked his hips, and she shuddered. “Oh yeah.”
His lips were warm against her skin, his voice deep and low as he whispered. “I’m thinking we need—”
The door swung open behind them, the glow from the living room hitting them like a spotlight.
She’s a mortal with dark powers…
After a tragic accident scarred her body and destroyed her dreams, Leila never imagined that the worst was still to come: terrifying powers that let her channel electricity and learn a person’s darkest secrets through a single touch. Leila is doomed to a life of solitude…until creatures of the night kidnap her, forcing her to reach out with a telepathic distress call to the world’s most infamous vampire…
He’s the Prince of Night…
Vlad Tepesh inspired the greatest vampire legend of all—but whatever you do, don’t call him Dracula. Vlad’s ability to control fire makes him one of the most feared vampires in existence, but his enemies have found a new weapon against him – a beautiful mortal with powers to match his own. When Vlad and Leila meet, however, passion ignites between them, threatening to consume them both. It will take everything that they are to stop an enemy intent on bringing them down in flames.
