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Torrid Teasers Volume 2 [MultiFormat]
eBook by Jane Leopold Quinn & Ann Cory
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eBook Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
eBook Description: Valentine, her brother Ryan and his best friend Rafe, ran wild when they were kids. Val's crush on Rafe started early and never died. Recovering from his divorce, Rafe reunites with Val at Ryan's wedding and is thoroughly turned on by the stunning woman she's become. Sparks fly, and their mutual fascination turns to lust. Val and Rafe's lifelong fantasies are fulfilled in one night of breathtaking sensuality. Can this ecstatic reunion turn to love?
eBook Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press, Published: 2006
Fictionwise Release Date: April 2006
This eBook is part of the following series:
23 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: eReader (PDB) [90 KB]
, ePub (EPUB) [87 KB]
, Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [49 KB]
, Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [446 KB]
, Palm Doc (PDB) [52 KB]
, Microsoft Reader (LIT) [82 KB]
, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [118 KB]
, hiebook (KML) [178 KB]
, Sony Reader (LRF) [108 KB]
, iSilo (PDB) [44 KB]
, Mobipocket (PRC) [68 KB]
, Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [93 KB]
, OEBFF Format (IMP) [75 KB]
Words: 16078
Reading time: 45-64 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: 1593746253
 
"Torrid Teasers Volume 2: Snowbound and Valentine's Day is a wonderful duo of short stories. Both are quick reads with the characters and situations described well enough to keep the story lines flowing smoothly. The sex scenes, though few due to the stories' lengths, are full of heat. I will definitely be looking forward to reading more from both of these authors."--Brina, MayReviews.com
Emily tightened her bootlaces, ignoring the numbness settling into her fingers. It didn't seem to matter which direction she walked; she was hopelessly lost. Looking behind her, her footprints were already gone, quickly covered over by a layer of fresh snow. The clothing she'd worn hadn't done a thing to keep her warm and she wouldn't be surprised if she froze to death. She bit her lip and braved the storm, hoping eventually she'd find some decent shelter. As she clambered through the snow, her negative internal dialogue kicked in and reminded her how stupid she had been to think roughing it in a cabin for two weeks in winter would be the perfect way to finish her novel. Her publisher had talked her into taking a vacation for a change of scenery and to clear her mind. With her deadline approaching, she needed complete concentration to deliver the next novel in the series. Reluctantly, Emily gave in and packed her bags. Northern Maine was nothing like New York City, but she couldn't deny how beautiful it was. The brochure had said her cabin would have all the touches of home, and it didn't lie. The furniture was nice and it came fully equipped with dishes, silverware, and a fully functional bathroom. Her cabin was situated between the legendary Northwoods and the beautiful Moosehead Lake region. The idea of seeing mountains and lakes sounded wonderful, but she wasn't enthused about the prospect of meeting moose, bears, or any other wilderness animals if she could help it. Emily made up her mind to go and spend all day inside. She wished she had done just that. The first day had gone well enough and she'd added an extra eight thousand words to the manuscript. By the second day, she not only missed the ping of her computer when a new e-mail message came through, but she missed the daily grind. Her life was comprised of routine. All of a sudden, she was holed up in a much too quiet place and far away from the good old New York traffic, sounds of cars honking, construction workers drilling, and walk signals. She realized that no matter what, she was a creature of habit and desperately wished she were back home. Her stomach gurgled for the umpteenth time and she wished for a French vanilla cappuccino, or anything to warm her insides. Now, thanks to her inexperience and nonexistent sense of direction, she was lost in the middle of a snowstorm, cold and hungry. A distinct smell traveled along with a powerful gust of wind that nearly toppled her over. It was the scent of wood, herbs, and if she wasn't mistaken, lamb. She followed the sumptuous aroma until she came to a cabin, the first one she'd seen, complete with rows of logs all cut the same length. If this was a mirage, it was a damn fine one. Her legs were ready to give out, but she made her way to the door, the powdery snow crunching loudly beneath her highly impractical boots. Forcing her hand into a fist, she pounded against the battered wood and hoped someone was home. The way the wind whistled and howled through the trees, she didn't think her knock was loud enough, so she tried again. Emily put her ear against the door and listened. Were those footsteps approaching? The doorknob turned and she took a step back. Her dry lips painfully stretched into a semi-smile, but when the door opened, everything went black.
* * * *The instant she opened her eyes, a tremendous jolt of pain shot through the back of her head, causing her to cry out. It took several moments of blinking to focus on her surroundings. Wood paneled walls were her first indication she wasn't home, safe and sound in her large four-poster bed, and a quick glance out the window reminded her of the snowstorm. She wiggled her feet, legs, and arms to make sure they were still working. Everything seemed fine, aside from the excruciating pain in her head. Carefully, she drew up her arms and bent her elbows, trying to pry herself up. "You'll want to take it easy for the first little while. You hit your head pretty hard." The sudden interruption of a voice cutting into her dazed thoughts startled her. Another sharp pain followed, starting at the base of her neck, and worked its way up quickly. She lay back down and closed her eyes tight until the ache subsided. Opening her eyes, she looked around again, the room spinning for a brief moment until she focused on a handsome figure sitting in a rocking chair. "You are starting to worry me. I just may have to venture out and get a doctor for you." "Where am I?" "My cabin. You passed out when I opened the door. Hence, the bump on the back of your head. I regret I had both hands full and didn't catch you like a gentleman should. Name's Heath. I don't suppose you remember yours?" Her eyes scanned the handsome stranger, gently rocking in a big wooden chair. His cobalt blue eyes had a vibrant sparkle to them, with tiny crinkles at the sides. A slight shade of stubble outlined his mouth and he had a cleft in his otherwise chiseled chin. Dark brown hair hung to just above his shoulders in a somewhat rumpled way, though very flattering to his triangular-shaped face. If there was any way for pain to disappear at the sight of someone, he was the best medicine she could ask for.
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