Nicked Hearts
Genre: Mainstream/IR PG13
Count: 34,560
Price: $3.99
Blurb:
A Hawaiian escape is just what runaway K.C.
Montreaux needs. Not the lies and deceit of her self-appointed rescuer.
But—that’s not all Dr. Nick Hart supplies her.
Excerpt:
K.C. ran
the maze with master skills, blowing by the cabana hut for two beverages to-go
and presently walked up Nick's path. He liked living dangerously for his doors
were wide open and unplugged. A peek produced no Nick. "Nick?" The late
evening light dimmed the interior causing her to delay entry. Another call and
she heard his laughter swell behind her.
Walking to
the end of the lanai, K.C. saw his trunk clad body at the water's edge standing
head and shoulders above the circling flock of flitting females. A strange
taste entered her mouth forcing her to put labels on it. Jealousy? Envy? He
happened to look up and his smile broadened, his hand waved, he said something
to his admirers and his lope headed him in her direction, fitting the proper
term into her mind. Adoration. She adored him.
"Hey,
you!" he greeted with extreme friendliness. She was a cool cucumber
in her waist-length crop top paired with a flowered sarong tied below the navel
and slit to show off a little thigh.
"It's
flat, now," she complained, more to herself than to him.
"The 7-up foam's gone. But I brought you something Hawaiian to drink." She
corrected his error when he reached for the wrong one, maintaining eye contact to
avoid any lustful thoughts. "This one's yours."
He took the
hand-off and a sip. "A Tie Me to the Bedpost! Scrumptious!"
"You've
heard of it?"
"You
haven't?" he countered, plopping down on one of two padded loungers.
"Prisoner
in a palace, remember?"
K.C.'s
drink headed to her lips when his hand reached to cover the top. "Alcohol?"
Her brows
knitted. "So?"
He did not
want to show his hand. "I didn't know you drank."
"Why
would you know that, Nick? Actually, we don't know anything about each
other—and that's just fine with me." Some of the moment lost its
appeal. "I'll see you later."
Nick sprang
to his feet. "K.C., wait." He relieved her of her drink
while also putting his down. "Let's go for a swim."
"Changing
topics in a capricious manner. Hmmm. You're good, Nick Hart." K.C. knew
he manipulated her. "Let's go," she crowed, dropping her
cover to expose her bikinied bottom to his appreciative ogle.
He watched
her prance off marveling at the rare gem before him, and happily trailed behind
as close as her shadow.
Mickie Sherwood
~~Sweet,
spicy romance – a heartbeat away~~
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2 comments:
Hi, all,
Lindsay was kind enough to allow me this opportunity to share. I love touchy, feely romance. So, I write what I love because I don't believe I'm the only one out there who feels this way.
Thanks to those who dropped in for a look-see.
Mickie
Hi Mickie,
Wishing you much success with Nicked Hearts. Thanks so much for sharing.
Destiny :)
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