Turn up the heat with these six steamy novellas that carry an SPF--Sexy, Provocative, Fabulously erotic--rating that's off the scale and just...Perfect For The Beach
Some Like It Hot by New York Times bestselling author Lori Foster
Family practitioner Cary Rupert wants Nora Chilton so badly he can barely keep a hold of his stethoscope. Now he's out to prove that when it comes to loving her forever, he's the man for the job...
One Wilde Weekend by USA Today bestselling author Janelle Denison
Alex Wilde is crazy about Dana Reed. Career-driven Dana wants him as a lover, not a husband...until Alex whisks her away for a weekend that will fulfill every forbidden desire...
Blue Crush by USA Today bestselling author Erin McCarthy
Dr. Sara Davis loses her bikini top to a powerful wave and finds herself in the arms of gorgeous lifeguard Kyle Vanderhoff...where a little mouth-to-mouth just might resuscitate her love life...
My Thief by New York Times bestselling author MaryJanice Davidson
John Crusher is hauled into his hotel room only to come face-to-face with a stunning redhead who orders him to strip. But when the room service is this superb, what's a guy to do but show his appreciation...
Hot And Bothered by USA Today and Essence bestselling author Kayla Perrin
Marrying Trey Arnold after a whirlwind romance was the dumbest thing Jenna Maxwell ever did. Divorce is the simple solution, but once she sees Trey's sexy smile again, things get complicated...and very, very hot...
Murphy's Law by USA Today bestselling author Morgan Leigh
Kat Murphy is in love with her lawyer boss, Sam Parrish. Fearing his heart may never heal, she quits her job and heads for the beach. And when Sam follows, the sensual heat they generate is out of this world.
USA Today bestselling author Janelle Denison is known for her sinfully sexy heroes and provocative stories packed with sexual tension and emotional conflicts that keep readers turning the pages. Janelle enjoys hearing from readers, and you can write to her at firstname.lastname@example.org. For information on upcoming Brava releases and her popular "Wilde" series, visit her Web site at www.janelledenison.com.
A romantic at heart, Today and Essence bestselling author Kayla Perrin is happy to be writing romances for a living. In six years, she has had nineteen original releases published. An Essence bestselling author, she has received many awards for her writing, including twice winning the Romance Writers of America's Top Ten Favorite Books of the Year award. She has also won a Career Achievement Award from Romantic Times magazine for multicultural romance
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Excerpt from Perfect for the Beach by Lori Foster
Harsh sunlight found its way through the miniblinds on the window in exam room four. Though it was well after six, there were no clouds and no breeze to offer relief from the ninety-degree day. Saturday and Sunday promised to be just as stifling. Cary Rupert peeled off his requisite white coat, loosened his tie, and opened the top button of his dress shirt with a sigh.
Maybe the heat could account for his adult patients being so cranky, as well as the incessant whining of his younger patients. Appointments had run two hours over; nothing serious--a summer cold, sunburn, poison ivy rash. Cary was more than ready to head home. He wanted an easy chair, a cold drink, and a smiling, willing woman.
Hell yeah, he'd take all three. Didn't matter where he got the first two, but the third was a specific craving for one elusive woman. Maybe today he'd finally get lucky.
Leaving his office assistant and two nurses to lock up, Cary stepped outside, a man on a mission. Immediately, he was struck with a wave of hot, humid air. He reached into his breast pocket and fished out his reflective sunglasses for the short walk across the lot to the complex next door, where his best friend, Axel Dean, had an office and where the woman of his dreams worked.
Last year he and Axel had leased space side by side in the new medical complex. As a general practitioner, Cary saw patients of all ages, with just about every ailment under the sun. Axel had specialized as an OBGYN, so he had only female clientele with the occasional husband or boyfriend stranded in the waiting room. A few spaces down were an ENT and a plastic surgeon. Other various businesses unrelated to medicine filled the complex, and not too many yards away, a Hooters restaurant kept a packed parking lot.
There were no men waiting in Axel's outer office on this late Friday. Cary had no sooner removed his glasses and taken a breath of the air-conditioned lobby air before Axel stuck his head out. "I'll be out of here in ten minutes. You wanna do dinner?"
In doctor mode, Axel was a different person. Serious. Concerned. Attentive to his patients' every word.
Away from the job, he became a complete hedonist, hysterically funny, and the world's biggest ladies' man. Cary liked him a lot. "Sure thing." Cary cleared his throat and tried to sound casual. "I'll just gab at Nora till you're ready."
Axel rolled his eyes as if he'd expected no less. "She's filing papers in the back," he said, then pointed a finger. "Don't distract her too much. She needs to finish up before she heads home." He ducked back into the hallway and disappeared into an exam room.
Cary's heart beat a little faster in anticipation. From the day he met Nora Chilton eleven months ago, she'd always had that effect on him. She stood five feet, six inches tall, had light brown hair, and kept her soft brown eyes shielded behind librarian-type glasses. Physically, there was nothing to drive a man into a frenzy of lust. But . . . sometimes these things didn't make sense, they just were.
He'd been frenzied from jump, and it just kept getting worse, not better. When she smiled, his abdomen clenched as if accepting a punch. Once she'd assisted a pregnant woman to her car, and her gentleness had his pulse tripping. Seeing her in quiet conversation with an expectant father made him tense in what felt too damn much like jealousy. And watching her work, her head bent in just that way, her brows puckered in concentration, caused a slow burn. He loved the way she moved, the gracefulness of her hands, her studious expression behind her glasses.
Five times now he'd asked her out. Five times, she'd declined.
He wanted her, damn it.
She wanted to remain friendly associates.
Sooner or later, Cary knew he'd wear her down, but until then, his life had been filled with frustration of the sexual and emotional kind. Lately, he'd turned down so many other women that Axel was starting to give him funny looks. But he didn't want anyone else. He wanted Nora.
Hands deep in his pants pockets, Cary approached the room where his quarry worked. Nora wasn't alone. Before he'd reached the open doorway, Cary heard her chatting with another female. He stuck his head inside and noticed an older woman running a fax machine.
Both women looked up. The older woman smiled. Nora flushed. "Dr. Rupert."
"Cary," he told her, a little peeved that Nora continued to insist on such formality when they were in the office. For crying out loud, there were no patients around, no one to be offended by the fact that they knew each other. Even as he scowled at her, he absorbed her every word. He loved her voice. It was deep and sexy, and she had this crooked way of smiling when she spoke . . .
Nora turned to her coworker to make hasty introductions. "Liza Welch, this is Dr. Rupert. He has an office next door." And with a mere glance at Cary, "Liza started with us a week ago."
Liza reached out. "Nice to meet you, Cary."
He smiled. At least she got it right. "Same here, Liza."
She started to say more, but Nora adjusted her glasses and stepped forward. "Can I help you with something?"
Cary stared into those big brown eyes and was lost. He'd meant to just chitchat. He'd meant to just visit her. Instead, he murmured low, "Have dinner with me."
Nora blinked at his husky tone, blushed--and shook her head. "No, I can't. I have work to do."
"Axel's a slave driver." He took two steps into the small room, his gaze glued to hers. "You have to eat. I want the company. Your company." And then softer, coaxing, "Have dinner with me."
Her lips parted. Her breath stuttered. And a file slipped right out of her hands, scattering papers everywhere.
Cary backed up a step.
"Oh damn!" Frantic, Nora dropped to her knees to gather the papers. Cary stared at the top of her head. Her hair was cut in short wispy curls that look adorable and exposed her nape--a nape he wanted to touch and kiss. She was dressed in a shapeless white nurse's uniform, and somehow even that looked sexy, despite the rubber-soled shoes.
Jesus, he had it bad.
He knelt down to help.
At his nearness, Nora rushed into speech, turning him down once again. "Really, Dr. Rupert." She snatched a paper right out of his hand. "I'm so busy and I don't have time to talk right now. It's going to take me forever to sort this again."
Insulted, Cary pushed back to his feet. She stood, too, the mangled papers clutched to her chest. She looked pugnacious and put out and so damn cute, it irritated him.
"I'm sorry I interrupted." In a huff, he stalked out.
To hell with it. He wouldn't ask her again. Of course, he'd told himself that before, but whenever he saw her, the invitation just came out of his mouth, without his permission, without coherent intent from him. She muddled him and made him hot and destroyed his ego with her persistent cold shoulder.
When he didn't hit on her, she was as pleasant as could be. But let him even hint that he wanted more than friendship, and she shot him down real fast.
Cary had his head lowered, chewing over his turbulent thoughts, when he literally ran into Axel.
"Whoa." Axel, tall and strong and equally stubborn, stumbled back into a wall. "Where the hell are you going?"
Cary slashed a hand through the air. "Out."
Shit. He didn't want Axel in his private business, privy to his turmoil. They shared a lot, but not that, not rejection. Axel never got rejected, which guaranteed he'd find Cary's situation entertaining and fodder for endless prodding.
Cary thought fast and came up with a lame but plausible excuse. "I'm going to start my car so it can cool off. It must be like an oven inside with this damned heat wave."
"Great idea." Axel thwacked him on the shoulder, hard enough to be retaliation for the way Cary ran into him moments earlier. "Grab my keys out of my office and start mine, too, will you? I'll be ready in just a couple of minutes, I swear."
"Why not?" Cary turned around and retraced his steps to reach Axel's office. He was glaring toward the room where Nora and the other woman worked when, as he got closer, he heard their voices, and this time the conversation was much more... titillating.
"Why in the world would you turn a stud-muffin like that down?" Liza demanded.
Stud muffin? Cary flattened himself against the wall beside the door.
"I have to work."
"Yeah, right," Liza said. "And I'm a nun. You'll have to tell that tale to someone younger or dumber than me, because honey, I've been around the block."
Cary could hear the smile in Nora's tone when she replied. "You're only fifty, not a wizened hundred."
"Fifty is a lot of years to watch human nature. That young buck scares you."
"Yes," Liza insisted. "And I'm nosy enough to want to know why."