Aidan Storm is part of a unique New Orleans family whose magical connection with the weather goes back many years. Aidan uses his powers only when it suits his purposes. Wielding the magic of summer heat can be advantageous when heating up the sheets with his girl-du-jour. Until he meets Melissa Cross. She fires him up hotter than a Louisiana heat wave and if he doesn't watch his heart he might suffer a meltdown.
Melissa Cross is a staid Bostonian feeling like a fish out of water working alongside Aidan Storm and his peculiar family. When strange things start happening whenever she's with Aidan, she wonders what kind of magic he possesses. After all, it isn't every day it rains in the bedroom! It isn't long before Aidan heats up Melissa's summer and melts her frosty heart.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Summer Heat by Jaci Burton
Aidan led Melissa to his office, watching as she unloaded her laptop, presentation folders and notepad, lining them up neatly on his conference table.
He resisted the urge to laugh. He'd be lucky to find a pencil somewhere in his office. Having a near photographic memory helped, considering he rarely wrote things down. He had a secretary to enter important dates and information on his computer, not that he'd ever look at it.
When it was time to design a marketing plan he'd drag out the laptop and printer and go at it, pulling forth all the vital information he'd stored in his brain. Other than that, he kept it all within handy reach of his memory.
Apparently Melissa did things differently. She slid a neatly designed binder in front of him. "Now, if you look at the presentation folder in front of you, I've developed a initial marketing plan as a starting point. Open to your suggestions, of course."
"Of course." He quickly scanned the contents, impressed with her expertise. Then he closed it and looked at her, enjoying the way her green eyes flashed whenever they made eye contact.
Melissa Cross might insist she was all about business, but Aidan had a sixth sense about these things. And his sense told him underneath her cool Bostonian exterior beat the heart of a wildcat. The sudden urge to peel her frosty layers away piece by delectable piece had him hardening painfully.
"That's it? You're not going to look at it any further?"
The play of emotions in her expression was priceless. Shock, then indignation soared across her face. Her pert little nose wrinkled and she crossed her arms.
"I read it. It's good. I'll have more to add. There are a few changes I'd like to make, specifically on page four, paragraph three of the marketing plan. I think we need to play up the background of the two companies more, as well as identify the strategic marketing concepts in a bullet point presentation to make it clear what our primary goals are."
Her eyes widened. "How did you do that?"
"You know what. You barely glanced at the binder, which has over 100 pages. And yet you pointed out an exact page and paragraph and knew precisely what it contained."
"I read lightning fast and have a photographic memory. No magic involved."
At her arched brow he nearly cringed. Why did he have to say that? Magic was an intrinsic part of his life, but he rarely mentioned it outside the family. Although the thought of using some magic to heat up Melissa Cross had already crossed his mind more than a few times. In fact, right now might be a good time. Maybe a little play and that was all. Just to see how she'd react--gauge if his intuition about her was right.
He rubbed his index and middle finger together, the warmth beginning deep inside. The singe of heat lightning was never painful, only a tingling excitement that never failed to arouse him. The air swirled, charged with electricity, centering in his middle like a gathering storm.
He opened his hand and let the magic sail across the table.
Oh, yeah. An invisible breeze wafted Melissa's hair and her eyes widened. Her creamy cheeks blushed pink, and she opened the top button of her blouse, shuddering when the warm air crept inside.
He leaned back in his chair and felt her, the heat buried deep inside her, and knew right then there was something different about this woman. No one had ever reacted instantly to the slightest bit of magic from him. No one had ever fired the heat waves back toward him, letting him experience exactly what he'd sent out.
Hot damn, that was exciting.
"Something wrong?" he asked, trying to sound innocent.
"Don't you feel it?"
Blowing out a quick breath, she said, "It just got really hot in here."
"No kidding. I didn't feel a thing."
She fanned herself with her hand. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I guess I must be more unaccustomed to the New Orleans heat and humidity than I thought. Mind if I take off my jacket?"
"Go right ahead." Take anything off you like, darlin'. Jacket, skirt, panties and bra, anything. He shifted to accommodate his burgeoning erection, welcoming the heady ache that came with arousal.