"Nothing says romance to me more than star crossed lovers finding each other and that is exactly what happens in ARMS OF A STRANGER. I enjoyed this book immensely. 4 Blue Ribbons!"--Natasha Smith, Romance Junkies
"...such a fun story, from the large monkeys, to the infested rivers, to the sexual tension between these two true to life characters. This is an excellent story. I absolutely loved Calli and Matt and found myself hoping love would catch them from the very beginning. I would highly recommend this one to anyone looking for a light, fun, sexy read. 4.5 Hearts!"--Sandra, The Romance Studio
"First," she said, "you have to get rid of that."
He looked in the direction of her pointing finger and she was positive he shuddered. "Just a little spider. He won't hurt anything. In fact, he'll take care of the other bugs."
"You're scared of spiders."
"Am not." He parked his long frame on the second bed. "How about some poker, mummy?"
She crossed her arms and didn't bother to hide her grin. "Not until that creature disappears."
He sighed and unfolded himself from the bed. "Fine, but I don't do murder." He vanished into the small cubicle, which passed for a bathroom with the minimum necessities. When he reappeared he was trailing two feet of toilet paper from one hand.
Mystified, she watched as he reached high above where the spider hung and tucked an end of the toilet paper into the blind. When he was done, the tail concealed the creature. He brushed his hands together. "Mission accomplished. Let's play poker."
"But it's still there."
"You said it had to disappear. Can you see it?" He sat down and picked up the cards.
"Then my work is done." He began to shuffle the cards. "Ante up. Colones or clothes?"
"I don't have any colones."
"Strip poker it is then."
She wriggled onto the bed across from him. "Is this how you get dates?"
He began to deal the cards, a grin on his face. "Nah. It's usually about the third or fourth step in my dating strategy. We have to compress things here because our time is so short."
"We're not dating." The idea played leapfrog in her belly. She picked her cards up.
"Sure we are. We've kissed. I rescued you. You dumped me in a carnivore-infested river. We're playing strip poker at the crack of dawn. Ergo we're dating."
"Ergo? Who are you and what do you do? And we're not playing strip poker. Ack!" Another boom of thunder right overhead made her drop her cards. Lightning flashes strobed across the closed blinds.
Matt yawned and patiently redealt the cards. "It'll be over soon," he said. "These storms never last for long. Sounds like we're playing for answers to questions."