KEYWORDS: Regency romance, historical romance, single father, second chance romance, widow, widower, alpha male, England
He started past her toward the door. Before Caitlyn could think better of it, she grabbed the sleeve of his shirt to stall his departure. "Wait."
He stared at her hand on his arm, then at her, but didn’t pull away. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked in a dangerously soft voice.
Obviously playing with fire, that's what.
Caitlyn quickly dropped her hand. She didn’t know what had prompted her to touch Tyler, but that brief contact left her fingers scorched and her heart racing. "Ignoring the situation isn't going to make it go away," she said.
"What the hell’s that supposed to mean?" His voice went softer, more dangerous. His hot blue eyes lasered in on her. "What situation?"
She swallowed hard. Anger mixed with the strong sexual vibes pulsated between them. “I’ve been here for almost a month,” she said. “Except for that first day when we had dinner together, you’ve been avoiding me like the plague."
He stepped toward her, his big body seemingly growing, expanding with his anger. Irritation. Something. “I taught you what you needed to know to be an ag pilot, didn't I?"
Caitlyn stepped back. "Yes."
Tyler took two steps forward. "I didn't avoid you then, did I?" he said between gritted teeth.
"No. Not exactly." God, the man was tense. And now he was invading her personal space. How could she have thought for a moment that she'd imagined those sparks of awareness shooting between them? They were brighter and more intense than fireworks on the Fourth of July. "But you can't deny you've been avoiding me since then, can you?"
Tyler stood directly in front of Caitlyn and stared into her eyes. He was close enough to smell her fragrance, feel the heat from her body. Her windblown hair tumbled around her face in wild disarray. His fingers itched to run themselves through the silken tangles. He wanted to feel her body close to his.
Unable to help himself, he reached out one hand and touched her soft cheek. She closed her eyes and her dark lashes made feathery crescents against her creamy skin. He'd been dying to touch her again. To feel her warmth and vitality.
He rubbed his thumb across her bottom lip. Back and forth. Back and forth, until her eyes flew open. Keeping his gaze locked on hers, he leisurely traced his finger down her jaw line and the curve of her neck, only stopping when he reached the top of one rounded breast.
"This is why I've been avoiding you . . ."
KEYWORDS: Texas romance, cowboy romance, small town, alpha male, tortured hero, rancher, western romance, contemporary romance
KEYWORDS: Texas romance, cowboy romance, rancher, single dad, tortured hero, widower, small town, alpha male, matchmaker, school teacher, western romance, contemporary romance
KEYWORDS: Regency romance, Traditional Regency romance, England, Britain, masquerade, secrets, historical romance, alpha male, disguises, historical
"Oh, honey," Pete said. "Please don't cry again. You don't know how bad it tears me up inside to see you so unhappy."
"I can't help it." She wiped her cheek with the back of her hand, blinking and sniffling as more tears fell. She raised soul-sad eyes to his. "Don't you think I'm tired of all this? Tired of crying? Tired of being sad?" Her voice broke on a sob. "Why did he have to die? Why? God, I feel so alone. So very much . . . alone."
Pete pushed back his chair and quickly walked around the desk. He pulled Kelsey from her seat and into his arms. "Shush now. You're not alone. You have a loving family and good friends to support you."
And me. But he didn't say that. They didn't belong together. He wasn't the right man for her. But that logical argument didn't seem to matter to his heart. He was constantly fighting an internal battle against wanting Kelsey with an urgency that nearly brought him to his knees and knowing he couldn't . . . shouldn't start anything with her, especially when she was in such a vulnerable state.
Hell, what was he thinking? He couldn't start anything with her ever.
He held her close while she sobbed her heart out. Poor kid. He rested his chin on the top of her head, the scent of strawberries and woman filling his nostrils. He rubbed her back with one hand, while hugging her to his body with the other. She wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned against him, her head tucked in the crook of his shoulder like when they'd danced together last week.
Only, now it was just the two of them. No family, no friends, no interested spectators.
Pete let her have her cry out. After several minutes, her tears finally stopped. She hiccoughed and stood frozen in place, plastered against him. Damn, why did her body have to fit him so perfectly? With a will of its own, his libido kicked into full throttle; he couldn't control the flash of heat hardening his body to almost painful intensity.
Kelsey slowly unwrapped her arms from around his waist and moved her hands to the front of his jacket. She patted the damp fabric right above his heart. "I got you all wet. I'm sorry." She tilted her head to look at him, her eyelashes spiked with tears.
He felt her stiffen in his embrace, her eyes widening, dilating with awareness. His body flexed in response to that primal signal of desire. Well, hell. How was he supposed to resist that? Resist her? He was only human after all.
"Pete?" Her voice was breathy, a whisper, bedroom soft.
Never before had his name sounded so good, so sexy on anyone's lips.
Her breath hitched, and before Pete could do something stupid like act on his inappropriate hunger for her, Kelsey took his choice away. She stood on tiptoe, draped her arms around his neck and pressed her mouth to his.
Instant sexual combustion blind-sided him. His mind went blank and instinct took over. She was female to his male. He wanted her in the most elemental way. He'd wanted her for weeks, months, years, and now she was in his arms, kissing him like there was no tomorrow.
KEYWORDS: alpha male, Texas romance, cowboy romance, ranch, contemporary western romance, small town romance, new adult romance, series romance
Marco Defalco has been saddled with enough family responsibilities to last a lifetime. The last thing he wants to do is change his bachelor status . . . until he meets Leslie Taylor, that is. The sensual sparks crackling between them are too hot to ignore, and Marco has the sinking suspicion his bachelor days are numbered.
Leslie moved away from Marco and almost tripped when she stumbled over a box sitting on the floor in front of his desk.
"Watch it there!" He reached out to prevent her from falling, his hand an iron clamp locked around her forearm. Her skin burned from the contact and her gaze snapped to his. She forgot to breathe.
Oh my . . .
Marco's heavy lidded eyes gleamed feral. And before she knew what was happening, he pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her. Leslie's breath shuddered in her lungs, and she placed her hands on his hard chest, splayed as if to ward him off. But her traitorous fingers curled into the fabric of his black t-shirt.
It felt so good to be held in his arms again. How could something so wrong feel so right?
She swallowed again. "Uh . . . I don't think this is a good idea," she said, her voice barely a whisper.
"Probably not." His brown eyes probed her depths, searching out the secrets in her heart, her soul. "But I want to kiss you. I've wanted to kiss you for weeks. I need to kiss you."
Before she could form a coherent reply, he leaned down and kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, one cheek, then the other. He placed a delicate kiss on the sensitive skin of her collarbone between her shoulder and neck, nipping and licking his way to her lips. He teased the corners of her mouth with his hot tongue, torturing her exquisitely until she was panting from longing and want.
Desire permeated her being, a delicious languidness that made her body feel heavy and light at one and the same time. It had been so long since she'd felt like this.
So very, very long . . .
KEYWORDS: Texas romance, rancher, series romance, small town romance, steamy romance, contemporary western romance, alpha male, single mom