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In Flames [MultiFormat]
eBook by Melody Knight
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eBook Category: Romance/Suspense/Thriller
eBook Description: Lady Sophia Donovan has everything a woman could wish for--a new-found family, the hard-earned respect of her peers in the corporate world, loyal friends, and an exciting lover. Marco Willis is a spy. Tall, dark, handsome, and oh-so-virile, he's long been accustomed to bedding women and securing information while between the sheets. But Sophie is unlike any woman he's ever known. With her open, warm, and loving nature she not only gains Marco's trust, she captures his heart. But is there more to Lady Donovan than meets the eye? When a series of terrifying events threatens Sophie's life, things really begin to heat up. Marco, the man she's grown to love, is determined to protect her at all costs. How can he hope to win, though, when his opponent is a dead man, and his only weapons are Sophie's secret past and a bunch of buried memories? In Flames--a scorching hot read that you won't be able to put down.
eBook Publisher: Linden Bay Romance, LLC, Published: www.lindenbayromance.com, 2008
Fictionwise Release Date: January 2008
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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [638 KB], eReader (PDB) [211 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [192 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [172 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [209 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [225 KB], hiebook (KML) [462 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [301 KB], iSilo (PDB) [160 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [198 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [258 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [261 KB]
Words: 56947
Reading time: 162-227 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: 978-1-60202-061-0
 
It was a real bachelor's pad, though, and that made her tense, the moment she'd walked in. Now, sitting here dressed only in Marco's shirt, on Marco's couch, all she could think was, So many women... Sophie did her best to dismiss the thought. She just hoped Marco would, too. She'd much rather risk an encounter with a ghost than have Marco begin to list her with his other conquests. "Sophie--" He handed her a glass of chardonnay, which took her a little by surprise. "I don't usually drink wine before bed." It was rude and ungracious, but he should know that. About the wine. The gesture meant he was lumping her with his significant list of Others. Sophie strode purposefully to her purse. It was a satchel type, because lately, she'd been carrying her sketchbook again. Sketching seemed to be the only thing that could distract her enough to calm her. Even when her muscles were rigid with fear, if she could just get that piece of charcoal to move, it would do more to relax her than any glass of wine would. "So, I'm not," she told Marco, tilting her head to study the hard line of his jaw. It was difficult to concentrate on his jaw with so much else of Marco showing. Except that jaw was set even firmer now. Marco was irritated. "Not what?" "Going to bed." She lifted her chin, her eyes meeting his. It didn't have the effect she'd expected. She thought he'd get mad. Instead, he grew erect. She might have been sketching his face now, but hell, a woman would have had to be blind not to see what was happening further south. * * * *Marco watched her draw, his irritation quickly giving way to hunger--for Sophie. The woman didn't realize what a picture she made, with her long red curls coiled around those lusciously rounded feminine parts. "Sophie," he coaxed. Her eyes widened, but he recognized the gesture. It wasn't lust, but it was close. Artistic fervor, he'd learned over the past year, with its impassioned sensuality, could sometimes border on eroticism. She was sketching avidly, her brow furrowed with concentration. She seemed completely unaware how enticing her bottom was, peeking out as it was from beneath his stolen shirt. "Chilly?" he asked, biting his lip. Dammit, if her nipples weren't poking at the fabric. "I'm just fine," she drawled, her eyes narrowing. "I can see that," he retorted. She continued sketching, this time, working down his body muscle by muscle. It was Marco Torture Time. Marco thought, in spy training, he'd been prepared to resist anything, but this? "I'm doing the deltoids now." Oh, God. Marco sucked in a breath and tried to hold still. The sooner she got this out of her system, the sooner he could get into her. Sophie slipped in close to him, to read the offending muscle with her fingertips, before carefully shading in the contours on the paper. Marco figured he had enough black on him by this point to act as camouflage. Smudges all over--and every time his erection would start to diminish, giving him back a trace of his dignity, that damned woman would be back, tracing first with her fingers, and then, with her lips, across his chest, his rib cage, his stomach, his thigh. "I have to get this right..." Marco bit his lips, then sucked in a choked breath as her tongue lapped the slight depression where an old bullet wound creased from his belly button to his groin. His penis jumped. "You're getting it ... just ... fine," he gasped. He couldn't take this much longer. "Cripes, Sophie--" He opened his eyes, but she'd seen his pained look and was prettily sketching once again. "Just one minute--" "Not one second," he growled, scooping her up and sending the sketchbook frisbeeing across the room. He tossed her onto the bed and leapt on top of her. "Ah'm ready!" he shouted, mocking her drawl. There was no mockery in his dark eyes as he slowly entered her, attempting to taunt her the way she'd taunted him. She was ready, though, and he'd no sooner entered than her muscles clamped down on him. More than ready...
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