FIRE INSIDE by Kristen Ashley (March 25, 2014; Forever Mass Market; $8.00)
Lanie Heron isn't
looking for love-no surprise, considering her last serious relationship
nearly got her killed. So when Lanie propositions Hop Kincaid, all she
wants is one wild night with the hot-as-hell
biker who patrols with the Chaos Motorcycle Club . . .
For Hop, Lanie has always been untouchable. She's too polished and
too classy for his taste. But when she gives Hop the once-over with her
bedroom eyes and offers him a night in paradise, he can't say no. And he
doesn't regret it when he finds that Lanie
is the best thing that's ever happened to him-in or out of bed. Now the
trick will be to convince her of that.
Excerpt
from FIRE INSIDE by Kristen Ashley
Hop came out of the
bathroom to see Lanie on her feet on the other side of the bed,
panties on, hands twisted behind her back putting her bra on. Again.
He didn’t say a
word. He prowled to her, reached out an arm the second he was close,
yanked her to him and fell to his back in the bed, taking her down
with him.
“Hop—” she
started, pushing her weight against his arms, but he slid her off him
then wasted no time rolling over her and pinning her to his bed.
“Sleep,” he
ordered when he caught her eyes in the weak dawn. “After rest, I’ll
get coffee, we’ll juice up, then round four.”
She blinked and
breathed, “Four?”
“Got lots more I
want to do to you,” he informed her and watched her eyes go soft,
sexier, then her teeth came out to graze her lush lower lip, also
fucking sexy, and her arms slid around him.
“I’ll make sure
the coast is clear,” he told her.
“But they’ll see
my car,” she told him.
“I’ll move it,”
he offered.
Her hand slid up his
back, around his shoulder, and then to his neck where her thumb moved
to stroke him.
Her touch was light
but, fuck, it felt good. He’d never had a woman touch him in an
unconscious way like that, just a touch, a stroke, giving something
that meant nothing at the same time doing it without thinking about
it meant everything.
Shit.
Complicated.
“This is just
supposed to be one night,” she reminded him quietly, but he saw it
in her eyes. She didn’t even try to hide it. She’d bitten off
more than she could chew.
He had too and he
was nowhere near done eating.
She was cute. She
was sweet. She was hot. She was better than he expected and he’d
expected her to be pretty fucking good. All that wrapped in a package
that gorgeous?
Yeah.
He was nowhere near
done eating.
“Change of plans.
A night and a morning and, maybe, an afternoon and, possibly, another
night,” he amended, and her eyes got softer as her hand slid up to
cup his jaw.
“I have to work,”
she told him.
“Call off,” he
told her.
“I can’t. I own
the joint.” She explained something he knew, that she ran her own
advertising agency. “And things are a bit crazy.”
Things were always
crazy for Lanie. The woman lived crazy. She thrived on it. If there
wasn’t crazy, she stirred it up because she couldn’t breathe
without it.
“Babe,” he
pressed his body into hers, “told you, got more I want to do to
you.”
About the author:
Kristen Ashley grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana,
and has lived in Denver, Colorado, and the West Country of England. Thus
she has been blessed to have friends and family around the globe. Her
posse is loopy (to say the least) but loopy
is good when you want to write.
Kristen was raised in a house with a large and multigenerational family. They lived on a very small farm in a small town in the heartland, and Kristen grew up listening to the strains of Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon, and Whitesnake. Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music and love was a good way to grow up. And as she keeps growing up, it keeps getting better.
Kristen was raised in a house with a large and multigenerational family. They lived on a very small farm in a small town in the heartland, and Kristen grew up listening to the strains of Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon, and Whitesnake. Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music and love was a good way to grow up. And as she keeps growing up, it keeps getting better.
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