Jill Danvers left Bluebonnet Falls ten years ago and never expected to go back. When Gabe Carter, the love of her life, married someone else she took the pieces of her shattered heart and ran as fast and as far as she could. But Gabe is chairing The Falls' bicentennial celebration and the magazine Jill writes for has assigned her to do a piece on it. The minute she walks into Gabe's office she discovers two things -- she's as hot for him as she ever was, and Gabe isn't married.
Their feelings for each other explode and they heat up the nights, the sex hotter and more erotic than either thought possible. But there are still a lot of obstacles in their path. The former Mrs. Carter comes home determined to reclaim Gabe for herself and a nasty scandal is brewing over a new development meant to put Bluebonnet Falls on the map. A scandal that could involve everyone.
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Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Night Heat by Desiree Holt
Three glasses of wine later the sun had dipped below the horizon and evening shadows were streaking the trees when a cough woke her from the light doze she'd fallen into. She jerked upright, wine sloshing onto her hand, and turned her head.
Her eyes widened.
Gabe Carter stood at the gate to the yard wearing jeans, a clean chambray shirt and a hopeful expression on his face. In his hands he held a bouquet of seasonal flowers, a large box of chocolates and a six-pack of wine coolers. She burst out laughing. She couldn't help herself. It was an exact reproduction of his arrival for their first real date. Her initial reaction was to tell him what he could do with his peace offerings but he looked so mouthwateringly good she thought twice about cutting off her nose to spite her face.
"I think I need to apologize for my earlier bad behavior." His mouth turned up in a tentative grin. "Is it safe to come in?"
"At least for the moment." She rose from the lounge chair and went to unlatch the gate, almost afraid to be near him again. "I'll take the peace offerings, anyway."
He followed her into the yard, setting the wine coolers and candy on the low table next to the lounge and handing her the flowers.
"They smell wonderful." She looked up at him, her voice slightly unsteady. "Let me just put them in water and get another wineglass. Have a seat."
"Jill?" There was no teasing humor on his face now.
"Yes?" She raised en eyebrow, watching him.
"I'm sorry. About ten years ago. About today. About a lot of things."
Sorry. She was sorry too. For a lot of things. And underneath it all she didn't want him to leave. The problem was, she didn't know exactly what she did want.
Her hands shook as she found a vase, filled it with water and arranged the flowers. Gabe was here. He was here in her backyard. What did he want of her? After the blowup in his office she dreaded seeing him again. She was glad she'd had the wine to relax but she had to make sure she didn't let her guard down. One wine cooler and she'd send him on his way.
Yes, right. Be smart.
"I thought I'd bring these out here until later. I can't look at them if they're in the house."
Gabe rose to take the vase from her and their fingers connected lightly. They stared at each other, shocked by the intensity that ghost of a touch generated. Very carefully he lowered the vase to the table, his eyes never leaving hers, then he pulled her against his body.
Jill felt every inch of him, from his broad shoulders to his firm belly to his strong thighs to the bulge of his cock pressing against the fabric of his jeans. He bent his head toward her, waiting a fraction of a second to see if she objected before his mouth captured hers.
His lips were warm and firm, like rough silk brushing against hers and his teeth nibbled gently. When his tongue pressed against the seam of her lips she opened for him and he swept inside like a marauder, touching every inch of wet flesh. His hands gripped her shoulders, holding her tight against him while he devoured her mouth.
One hand slid from her shoulder to cup a breast through the thin material of her tee shirt, the nipple resting in his warm palm. She felt it harden and strain against the fabric as if seeking a permanent home in his hand. When he squeezed it gently she moaned softly into his mouth, His other hand slid down her back and reached to palm her buttocks, kneading the flesh with his long fingers.
God, how she remembered that touch. Her body had craved it now as much as it had then. She pressed herself harder against him and his hand snaked upward and into the waistband of her shorts. The feel of his hot erection pressed into her and she rubbed her mound against his cock, wishing the jeans would disappear.
Gabe lifted his head an inch, still so close his breath dusted her face. His eyes had a hungry look. "Jill, either tell me to stop or we're taking this into the house. No way am I going to do what I have in mind out here on the lawn so the neighbors can have a show."
Tell him to stop. Now.
"I-Inside," she whispered.
He nodded and picked her up in his arms, carrying her into the house as he had done so many times that long-ago summer. The way to her bedroom wasn't something he'd forgotten. He snapped on the lamp and stood her beside the bed like an expensive piece of statuary, then very slowly undressed her.
She shivered in anticipation as he removed each item of clothing, the gentle movement of air drifting in from the open window raising gooseflesh on her exposed skin. He touched every inch of her--her shoulders, her breasts, her nipples, the indentation of her waist. His fingertip skimmed her navel then followed a line to her pubic hair, his fingers combing through it. With a gentle stroke he followed the line of her cunt, separating her thighs to give him easy movement.
How many nights during that summer had they spent in this room while her folks traipsed around the country in their RV or were off on golf weekends? They'd explored each other's bodies, learning the many ways to give each other pleasure? She wanted to be angry with him, to tell him of the misery she'd suffered, to make the blame all his. But he'd come calling tonight with flowers and chocolates and a kiss that seared her down to her toes. And the years were gone as if they'd never happened. At least for this one moment in time.