An enduring urban legend is the story of the phantom hitchhiker. Young or old, male or female, in need of help or just needing a ride, the legends vary. A helpful driver offers a ride and the passenger gives directions. When they arrive at the destination the passenger vanishes, sometimes leaving behind a memento to mark their passing. A stormy night, a deserted country road, a blown tire, and a woman on the run from a killer. Is the handsome young Marine here to save her? Or is he just a figment of her imagination?
Casey is caught between a murderer, a ghost and the wounded soldier who could save her life or break her heart. Grant can deal with Thanksgiving snowstorms and determined killers but not his brother's ghost, and not a woman who makes him start thinking about the future. Can Grant let go of the past to embrace the explosive passion he finds with Casey? He's willing to risk his life for hers, but what about his heart?
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Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from One Good Man by Lacey Thorn
Casey jumped out of bed, suddenly deciding that she needed the comfort of her own clothes on instead of Grant's shirt and her panties. She was just bending over to pick up her stuff when she heard a deep groan from behind her. She turned and there was Grant filling the doorway with his big frame. His gaze zeroed in on her breasts and she blushed even as she felt her nipples harden and press against the cotton of his shirt. Her gaze dropped to his jeans and there was no missing the prominent bulge behind the fly of his Levis.
He started toward her and she noticed the glass of water in his hand. It was a paper cup she seemed to recall from the bathroom, which explained why he was back so quickly. He stopped when he was in front of her, so close that she could feel the heat radiating from him.
"Drink," he grunted and she grasped the cup and carried it to her mouth. She almost dropped it when she felt his knuckles graze the tips of her breasts. She did drop it when he pinched both nipples and pulled on them.
Casey moaned as the sensation speared her from breasts to belly and all the way down to her dripping pussy. God she wanted him.
"Fuck," she heard him mutter before he locked gazes with her and stated bluntly, "I want you, Casey. I want to throw you across my bed and fuck you hard."
Casey shivered with her own carnal need. It had been a long time and something about Grant increased her need, her hunger. "What's stopping you?" she tossed out before sitting on the bed and reclining back on her elbows. Her knees draped over the side and he spread them wide with his body when he stepped between them.
"I don't like people wearing my stuff, Casey," Grant stated matter-of-factly, nodding at his shirt plastered against her chest. Since he'd already said he didn't care, she recognized the command as purely sexual. "Take it off."
Casey couldn't stop the grin that tugged at her lips as she caught the hem and pulled the shirt up and over her head. She tossed it behind her and leaned back once more, letting him look his fill of her breasts. She could tell he liked them by the lust that flared in his eyes.
"Now the panties," Grant ordered.
"Are they yours too?" Casey said with a laugh that made him growl. She reached down and eased the bikinis over her hips and down her legs, hooking them on one foot before extending it out to Grant as an offering.
Grant took the panties and she gasped when he carried them up to his face and inhaled deeply. It was more erotic than she would have ever imagined to see him holding her arousal-soaked undies to his nose. She rubbed her legs together, feeling more moisture seep from her slit to coat her thighs.
"Open your legs and show me how much you want me." He stuffed the undies into his front pocket then proceeded to unbutton the dark flannel shirt he was wearing.
She spread her legs wide and lay back on the bed, enjoying the view just as much as his expression said that he was. He had a deep gray thermal shirt under the flannel that made his eyes appear almost silver in the soft light. She brought her hands up to her breasts and pinched lightly at her nipples, making them both groan. He pulled the thermal up and over his chest and Casey shivered at the sight of his naked chest covered in a light peppering of blondish brown hair that thickened in a line from belly to the top of his jeans. She knew it was pointing the way to the Promised Land.
"We're still going to talk later, Casey." Grant flicked open the top snap on his jeans. "You're not going to leave 'til I get some damn answers."
"Whatever you say." Casey was willing to agree to anything as she watched his hand finally reach for the zipper and pull it down.