by Eden Summers
The one that got away.
Ten years ago, West loved Kelsey enough to let her go when he realized he wasn’t ready for the kind of relationship she needed. Watching her walk down the aisle with another man cut deep. But West is a quick learner, and he never makes the same mistake twice. Now that she’s free, he plans to make up for lost time.
A love that won’t stop.
Kelsey isn’t ready to give West a green light, and he refuses to accept the red ones she’s given him. With each stop and start of their seesawing relationship, she finds herself falling for him all over again. Except it’s hard to trust her heart to a man who once told her he didn’t want it.
Warning: Contains a reluctant heroine, a determined hero, an ex who doesn’t want to stay exed, and a love that knows no limit—speed or otherwise.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Red Light, Green Light:
He pulled her against him. Bracketing her torso with his arms, West hauled her up until her chest was flush with his and her feet dangled above the ground. Her body went taut as air rushed from her lungs like a punctured balloon. In this position, they were eye to eye, and he took in her expression. Fear and shock filled her gaze before another emotion overtook them. She sucked in a deep breath and her breasts rose to press against him. West didn’t miss the hard points of her nipples digging in to him.
“Kels.” Her name was no more than a breath, and in the next second, he ditched all common sense and slanted his mouth over hers.
She didn’t fight him like he expected. Instead, she melted into him. She thrust her tongue out to stroke over his and he took the unspoken invitation to explore. Memories bombarded him. Images of her naked beneath him. Of his mouth and hands searching out every sensitive spot on her lithe body. Except she wasn’t the same as before. There were new curves, new slopes, and West struggled to control the need to rip her clothes off and discover every one of them.
West moaned when she slid her hands over his shoulders and up his neck until her fingertips tangled in his hair. It was a little long, in need of a trim, but right now, with Kels tugging on the ends, West vowed to never cut it again if she just kept up the sexy pull. His groin throbbed as blood rushed to fill his cock with heat. The sweet ache he always felt around Kels exploded into a blinding flash of pain that singed his insides.
He had to have her.
Had to bury himself so deep nobody could tell them apart.
A growl rumbled in his chest as he gripped her arse and pressed his hard length into her. The way he held her meant they were lined up perfectly, and he took the single step to her porch without looking. He kept going until he had her trapped between his body and her front door.
Timber rattled and Kels tore her mouth from his. He saw the second the lust haze cleared. The second she realised what they were doing and where they were doing it. He’d never forced himself on a woman, and he wouldn’t be starting with this one no matter how much he craved her. So when she shoved her hands against his shoulders and wiggled in his arms, he slipped his hands to her hips, took a step back and lowered her to the floor. It took strength he didn’t know he had to let go of her completely.
Her mouth worked. Opened. Closed. Only nothing came out, and West couldn’t think of one damn word to say either. Well, none that weren’t about getting naked and continuing inside. It took him a moment of dragging in deep breaths to clear his head, but once he did, he knew there was no way they were going to finish what they’d started. He could see the big red light she’d turned on. Kels didn’t need to say a word, it was written all over her face, blazed in her sky-blue eyes.
That one taste was all he was getting tonight, and unless he wanted to start an argument and push her farther away, he had to suck it up and keep his raging lust in check. Glancing at her hands, he saw she no longer held her keys. He turned around and spotted them lying on the path. She must have dropped them while they were locked at the lips. With a grimace of pain, West leapt off the single step and bent to scoop up her key ring. The tight fit of his jeans wasn’t kind to the full-blown hard-on he sported.
Hiding his discomfort behind a smile, he turned and headed back to her door. He made quick work of sliding the key into the lock and swinging the door wide before pressing the keys into her hand. If he was going to do the right thing and leave, he had to do it now.
“I’ll catch you later.” He gripped her elbow and urged her inside. West tried not to laugh at the shell-shocked look on her face, but he couldn’t hold back the smile curling his lips.
When desire goes sky high, things get hot. Really hot.
Breathless for You
© 2015 Lexxie Couper
Outback Skies, Book 1
The middle of the Outback seems the perfect place for city-bred Dr. Matt Corvin to recover from the beating life has given him. Working in Wallaby Ridge as a member of the Royal Flying Doctors is just what this doctor needs, until he finds himself paired with a pilot who’s every sexual fantasy that’s ever done barrel rolls through his head. She rekindles in him a desire for something he thought he’d never want again—connection.
Natacha Freeman was one medical exam away from RAAF fighter pilot status when her lungs royally screwed her over. Flying a medical plane in the Outback should have provided isolation to match her desolation. Instead, she’s stuck in a tiny plane with a nice guy who sends her hormones screaming full throttle.
Though Tash is jumping on the brakes with both feet, Matt’s not above using this thorough knowledge of the human body to change her mind. Until the dangerous reality of living the Outback brings them crashing to the ground.
Warning: If gorgeous sexy doctors with incredible bedside manner and a dominating sexual side make you shudder with sheer orgasmic rapture, this book may be…wait for it…just what the doctor ordered.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Breathless for You:
Keep your focus on Old Man Dingo. Keep your focus on Old Man Dingo.
The mantra wasn’t helping Tash at all. Nor was the fact the doc was looking sexier than freaking ever. Which wasn’t really possible, given only two hours had passed since they’d touched down from the Bourkenback cattle station call-out and this one. But he was. In those short two hours, he’d somehow grown more of a five o’clock shadow, his hair had become scruffier, the jagged scar running from his forehead down his temple to his cheekbone had become whiter in his tanned face and his shoulders had somehow become broader. Impossible.
It didn’t help that he was now doing what he did better than any doctor she’d ever known. He had an uncanny ability to make a person in serious pain forget all about the agony wracking their body with his amazing, relaxed and totally natural bedside manner.
She stood at the side of Reg McGuire’s bed, octogenarian’s wife clinging to her hand like a lifeline, and watched Matt do his thing.
God, why couldn’t he be a fat, chain-smoking, alcoholic doctor like the one who’d shattered her fighter-pilot dreams? That way, she’d have a better chance of hating him.
If she hated him, good doctor or not, drop-dead gorgeous or not, sexy scar or not, she wouldn’t spend every day wishing—deep down in the most selfish centre of her soul—for emergencies that would require them to be together.
Pathetic.
She truly was pathetic.
What would her parents think of her now?
At the unexpected thought of her estranged parents, a tight ribbon of cold pain unfurled through Tash.
“Okay, Reg, you’re done.” Matt’s warm declaration jerked her back from the brink of self-loathing dismay. She blinked, suddenly aware Old Man Dingo’s wife no longer gripped her hand.
A hot blush flooded her cheeks.
Great. Another reason to despise the doc—he made her forget where she was and what she was doing.
“Thank you so much, Dr. Corvin,” Beryl McGuire gushed, enveloping him in a hug a
s he straightened beside Reg’s bed. At her feet, the five pet dingoes responsible for Reg’s nickname whimpered with joy, as if aware Matt had saved their owner. “I told Reggie he shouldn’t get up onta the roof. He falls over on flat ground. But he didn’t listen ta me. Maybe now he will.”
Matt’s gaze met Tash’s. A smile shone in his blue eyes, far more…intimate than any he’d given her before. A connection.
For a moment, her chest tightened. Her heart beat faster. A dry cough escaped her, soft and sharp at once.
And then Matt was disengaging himself from Beryl’s enthusiastic embrace, his warm smile for her. “Maybe he will.” He turned to Old Man Dingo, currently flat on his back on the bed, head bandaged, right ankle resting on two pillows. “Do you hear me, Reg? You were lucky you only dislocated your hip. Next time you decide to fall from a roof, Tash here might not be in the mood to fly me out to help it pop back in, understand?”
Reg chuckled, the good-humored sound lost to a wince a second later. “If it means I’m going to see Miss Freeman,” he said, even as he reached out for his wife’s fingers with a wobbly hand, “I’m going to fall off a roof every day. Have you seen the way her butt looks in her jeans, Doc?”
Fresh heat filled Tash’s cheeks. Unable to stop herself, she flicked a look at Matt.
Just in time to see him slide his gaze away from her, his smile fading.
Great.
“Yeah, yeah,” Beryl harrumphed at her husband, rolling her eyes as she patted his hand. “We all know you’re a dirty old man, Dingo. Now thank Dr. Corvin so he can take off with Miss Freeman and leave me alone with you.”
“Oh, are you going to get dirty with me, darl?” Reg chuckled, beaming up at his wife. A warm glow filled Tash’s heart at the open love in his face. She’d never seen her parents look at each other that way. What would it be like to be the recipient of such honest affection?
Unable to stop herself, she flicked a look at Matt. And caught her breath when their eyes connected for a heartbeat.
“And that’s our cue,” he burst out, jerking his stare away. He bent at the waist and retrieved his doctor’s bag from the floor, the move pulling his rolled sleeve farther up his arm to reveal the knotted scare running the length of his inner forearm. Damn it, she even found that scar sexy on him. What was wrong with her? “Tash, you want to fire up the plane so we can leave these two deviants alone? Reg, you keep your libido in check until I say so. No roof climbing or getting dirty, you hear?”
“Spoil sport,” the elderly man grumbled, his gnarled fingers threaded through his wife’s.
Tash ducked her head with a smile, another dry cough catching in her chest. The old geezer may be stupid for trying to fix his wool shed’s roof, what with a crew of cowboys and hired hands working on his cattle station, but that didn’t stop him being adorable.
“Okay, Tash,” Matt said, giving her a very platonic smile. The type of smile he’d been affording her for the last six weeks, even when he delivered her coffee—hot, black and loaded with sugar, just the way she liked it—on every damn callout. Nothing like his earlier sizzling connection. Or even his furtive glance just now. “Let’s go.”
A prickle of irritation shot up her spine, not just at the thought of all those unexpected coffees and their strangely unsettling effect on her, but at his words. She wanted to point out that as the pilot, she was the one who decided when they took off. She also wanted to ask him why he insisted on being so damn sexy. Instead, she gave him a nod, gave Beryl a soft smile and then turned one on Old Man Dingo.
“If you promise not to climb anymore roofs,” she said, “I promise to come back next week in the tightest jeans I own. Deal?”
“Bloody oath,” Reg agreed with an enthusiastic grin, followed immediately by a hissing wince.
“Oh, Reg,” his wife tsked.
Tash dropped him a wink and then, without looking at Matt, exited the McGuire’s bedroom. Better not to look at the good doctor in case she saw that same intimate heat in his eyes again. If she did, she might do something stupid like actually let him know she liked him.
Huh. Like? Lust is more accurate. Long for, desire, ache for…oh my God, woman, stop it!
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A Shot of Sin
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