Page 40 of Flirting With Disaster

Sleek, beautiful, controlled…dangerous.

She retraced her visual journey, eager to glimpse the face accompanying this body and rivaling the view outside the bank of windows. Jesu

s, he managed to pilfer her breath just standing there fully clothed. Naked, he would send a woman into a lust-induced cardiac arrest.

Now there was one for the medical journals…

Oh. Shit.

A sinful, carnal mouth was emphasized by a dusting of dark-brown facial hair above his top lip and along his chin and jaw…and the small, black hoop piercing one corner of his slightly plumper bottom lip.

A black baseball cap shielded his eyes, but she didn’t need to see them to know they would be a startling shade of gold and green, exotic, unique. No, she didn’t need to see them because the mouth was enough.

She could never mistake it. Hell, she’d stared at and fantasized about those sensual curves since she was eighteen.

“Hello, Mr. Riley.” The hotel employee beamed, wielding his perpetual cheeriness on the tatted, pierced, brooding newcomer like a sledge hammer. “Your suite mate has arrived. I’d like you to meet Neveah Morgan.”

Mr. Riley?

Suite mate.

Her heart pummeled her chest wall and the thunder in her ears grew louder, but for a different reason. Not nerves. But a very feminine fear and excitement.

And confusion.

Either the staff here was incredibly discreet or they didn’t get out much. Or watch television. Or listened to the radio.

Because the last name of the man standing several feet away from her, shoulders squared, arms crossed and feet spread in a don’t-fuck-with-me stance, wasn’t Riley. It was Sincero.

She closed her eyes, ordered herself to breathe and not run screaming out the door and hotel and down the mountain like a lunatic. Hysterics wouldn’t serve to accomplish anything but a severe case of hypothermia. And with her return ticket home scheduled for next Monday—a week from now—and predicted snow possibly shutting down the mountain road, she was good and stuck.

Yup.

Thanks to her sister, it looked like she would be spending her vacation with a rock star.

Coming Soon from Josie Matthews

Crazy For Loving You

It’s not every day a girl down on her luck gets to clandestinely watch her unrequited man-crush of fifteen years have animal sex on the kitchen island of his childhood mansion—a heck of a lot more entertaining than watching CSI reruns with her alcoholic, freeloading daddy in their doublewide. This must be Joley Rawlings’ lucky day.

Then again, maybe not, since twelve hours later she almost got arrested for tasering his ass in the women’s bathroom at the Love Bites Saloon.

Dylan Creed isn’t going to be happy. But hey, it was worth it. And so is unexpectedly inheriting his father’s minor league baseball franchise right out from under him.

So what if she doesn’t know a Baltimore Chop from a pork chop. She’ll figure it out, like she always does.

She has no choice.