Hot Summer  

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A hot-tempered spitfire and a strong-willed, arrogant
man - put them together and sparks fly!

After her first embarrassing encounter, Summer
Jones
vows to stay away from cocky record producer,
Lance Munroe.  But then she ends up working for the
man!  Her quick temper and sharp tongue keep
landing her in hot water with him but no matter how
hard she tries she can't deny her growing attraction
for him.  Then they go on a business trip to Jamaica - and that's when things get
really hot!

Lance is intrigued by the feisty woman who practically tells him off the first time
they meet.  When they begin working together he realises how much he enjoys the
challenge of taming the little tigress.  But, before he knows it, he's the one caught
in the snare of passion.  The tables are turned - the vixen has tamed the lion!

If you love a sizzling romance, follow Summer and Lance from Chicago to
Jamaica and be swept away in the thrill of their Hot Summer.

Excerpt

When a conga line of gyrating bodies formed Summer stood back and, with the rest of the dancers
on the floor, clapped to the rhythm.  The music went faster and the bodies bobbed quickly to the
beat, then the music went faster still, until the line of bodies fell away and disintegrated into a
laughing crowd of people.
It was then that the lights were dimmed and the deep, husky voice of the DJ filled the room.  
“Now, for you lovers out there, a little bit of slow jam to get you in the mood.”  Marvin Gaye’s
'Sexual Healing' filled the room and couples moved closer together in embrace.
This was Summer’s cue to exit.  
She turned and came up hard against a broad silk-covered chest.  She stepped back quickly, an
apology already on her lips, but when she looked up she found herself staring into Lance’s
gleaming dark eyes.
Before she could speak he pulled her into his embrace.  Strong arms encircled her waist, bringing
her deliciously close to the masculine body.  Her heart pounded hard in her chest and, even as she
began to move with him, she caught herself holding her breath.
“Relax.”  Lance breathed against her cheek then moved his right hand to her back.  “Just let your
hair down - for once.”
Summer drew in a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves.  She wished she hadn’t. The masculine
scent of him coupled with Marvin Gaye’s sexy rendition had her body tingling with awareness.  
She felt relaxed and languorous, and yet so tense and aware all at the same time.
At that moment Lance rested a hand gently on her left hip and pulled her just a little closer, then
he rocked his hips to the rhythm and guided her body to follow.  When she began swaying her hips
slowly to the music his hand moved again to her back.  She moved hesitantly against him but then,
as the silky sounds caressed her, she began to match his every move.  
Slowly, but deliberately, she slid her arms up his chest and clasped her hands at the back of his
neck.  She moved against his body and felt the solid strength of him.  As if drawn by an irresistible
force she lifted her head and gazed into his dark, smouldering eyes.  His lips softened in a gentle
smile and she felt her heart ache at the intensity of his look.  He lowered his head and she closed
her eyes, lips softened and ready for his kiss.
But it didn’t come.  Instead, he rubbed his cheek against hers and pulled her closer, enveloping
her in his warmth, drowning her in his sensuality.
It was almost one o’clock when Lance whispered, “We’d better go.  We have a full day ahead of us.”
She smiled, her cheek resting against his chest, her body relaxed and fluid against his.  She
nodded in assent and he took her hand and led her from the dance floor.

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Summer’s breath came in shallow gasps as she sat still, not feeling she could move even if she
wanted to.  She was like a bird frozen in the mesmerizing stare of a snake, knowing it was about
to be eaten alive but not able to make a move to save its own life.
She moaned and closed her eyes as his lips stroked the sensitive skin then moved to the base of
her throat where he licked softly and gently.  She didn’t realize that she was still clutching the
handkerchief tightly in her hand until she felt his strong fingers pry hers open to pull it away so
that he could seduce her palm with his thumb.
“Relax, baby.”  He moved his lips up her neck and to her ear.  “You’re so tense.  Just relax.”
As he spoke he pushed her back gently into the plush pillows and began to nibble her ear lobe.  He
gave a lick just behind her ear and shock waves ran down her spine.
“Oh, God,” she breathed, “what are you doing to me?”
“What someone should have done to you a long time ago, Summer Jones,” he whispered.  “Teach
you what it means to be a woman.”
He dipped his head and slid his lips back down her neck, over her collar bone and down to that oh,
so sensitive place between the curves of her breasts.  Here, he paused and she held her breath, eyes
shut tight, wondering if he was going to stop now.  She prayed he wouldn’t.
She was not disappointed.  An involuntary gasp escaped her throat as he slipped a warm tongue
down her cleavage, sliding it between the orbs and teasing her soft flesh until her body screamed
and she felt she would die from the sweet sensation.  She grabbed the back of his head and pressed
him into her, wanting more of the pleasure, more of the sweetness…

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He turned back to her and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand.  “I don’t want to rush you,
honey.  I don’t want us to regret this.”
“But you weren’t rushing me.  I wanted it…”
“You wanted it,” he cut her off, “but you weren’t ready for it.  I want you to be absolutely sure,
Summer, so let’s take it slow.”
With that, he rose and stretched out both hands towards her.  She rested her hands in his and he
pulled her gently to her feet and into his arms.  He held her like that for a moment then pressed
his lips against her forehead and put her away from him.
“Come,” he smiled.  “Walk me to the door.”
When Summer had said goodbye and closed the door she leaned against it and let out a long sigh.  
She prayed she wasn’t falling in love.

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