It’s Summer Down Under. You know what that means, right? It’s hot. Bloody hot. So hot the soles of your feet burn as you frantically sprint across the sand trying to get to the surf. Of course, it doesn’t help when you spy a damn fine life-saver and your sprint falters to a complete standstill as you stand and drool…
Wait, where was I? Oh, yeah, it’s Summer Down Under, so Jess Dee and I thought we’d send some molten, smoldering heat your way. And how do we do such a thoughtful thing? By giving two super-hot novellas to the world.
Jess and I both have releases today. Winter Fire and Triple Dare are both a part of Samhain’s Red Hot Winter anthology available now and we thought we’d give you all a little exclusive tease from each. Ready?
Triple Dare
Two men, one woman, one momentous dare.
A Red Hot Winter story.
Serious and determined, Joseph Hudson isn’t Australia’s businessman of the year for nothing. So now he’s asking himself, how did he get lost on the side of a mountain in the Colorado Rockies—in the middle of winter—with night fast approaching? Three simple words. I dare you.
Fear isn’t in Rob Thorton’s vocabulary. Life is for the taking, and Rob uses both hands. Challenging his best mate to take an impromptu snowboarding trip to the U.S. is just the latest in a lifetime of dares. Besides, he has an ulterior motive for the trip. And a plan…
Park Ranger Anna McCarthy knows what trouble looks like, and it’s written all over the two Aussies she first encounters in the ski lodge. Instinct has her following them onto the mountain, and sure enough, they end up needing her winter survival expertise. But not even her skills can stop her body from responding to the sexy muscles she finds beneath their ski suits.
Stuck in a remote cabin until the storm passes, the temperatures rise until all bets are off. And a double dare turns into a triple threat—to their hearts.
Product Warnings
Contains lots of scorching boy on girl on boy action, a heroine who knows what she wants and two sexy-arsed Australian heroes to really work up a sweat over. Oh, and a soul-deep love story with a revelation that may make you cry.
“The hut!” Rob cried, his enthusiastic cheer making Anna’s nipples pinch into hard little points. “See, Hudo? I wasn’t that far off.”
Joseph chuckled. “Yeah, you’re a regular Saint Bernard.”
The warm, happy sound made Anna’s nipples pinch harder, and she bit back an exasperated groan. God help her, she wasn’t just getting turned on by their accents, she was almost coming thanks to their foolhardy attitude to getting lost.
She titled her hips, preparing to swing around to face them, when Rob swooshed past, his tall, lean body looking deliciously confident on his snowboard. He cut to a halt at the door of the rescue cabin and flashed his dimple at her again. “So,” he said, blue eyes shrouded in shadows cast by the almost sleeping sun, “you going to join us inside?”
Anna narrowed her eyes at him, refusing to acknowledge the eager throb between her thighs. “Do you have any idea how much trouble you two are in? How much this rescue is going to cost you? I can lay charges. I could—”
“Have the best night of your life,” Rob finished with a grin.
Behind her, she heard Joseph moan. Low and almost inaudible, but a moan all the same. One filled with…hope?
She turned her head and looked at him over her shoulder, the memory of her dream flooding through her. No, it wasn’t just her dream making her body thrum with an inexplicable, hungry urgency. It was the way Joseph had looked singing on the table—like all the happiness in life, all the joy and fun, had somehow been poured into this one man. It was the memory of how her lips had curled into a smile watching him. It was the disappointment she’d felt when he’d left the bar before she could get the chance to muster up the courage to introduce herself. Not to mention the relief she’d experienced when he’d left the bar alone.
His eyes moved to her, their cookie-brown depths asking a question her body knew the answer to, even if her head didn’t.
Oh, Anna.
“I dare you.” The three words passed Rob’s lips with silken devilment, and her pussy contracted in eager want. She stared at him, her heart racing, thumping in her throat with such force she could barely draw breath. Two men, two Australians. Both somehow the embodiment of every fantasy she’d never known. Both dangerously gorgeous, both sinfully sexy. Both capable of making her almost orgasm just by speaking, let alone what they could do with their hands. Two men. One mountain. One momentous dare.
Without saying a thing, she bent down and unlatched her boots, disconnecting them from her skis.
Her blood roaring in her ears, she crossed to the cabin’s door and searched for the key to its lock in the top pocket of her jacket. Her fingers brushed her breast through the thermal material of the garment and she hitched in a gasp, the jolts of pleasure darting through her body at the completely un-sensual contact making her head spin.
She withdrew her hand, her fingers gripping the key tightly, her breath stuck in her throat.
You’re really doing this, Anna? Really really?
She slipped the key into the lock and, closing her eyes for a split second, pushed the door open.
Winter Fire
Guilty pleasures can heat the coldest winter night…
A Red Hot Winter story.
There’s never been any question in Rachel Ashberg’s mind. Jackson Brooks is the one, and they both know it. The problem? Thanks to his unbreakable rule—never date his twin sister’s friends—he’s completely off-limits. Even if they can’t imagine being with anyone else.
It’s been over two years since their last encounter, when they gave in—just once—to their passion. Now, as the Brooks twins’ milestone birthday approaches, Rachel and Jackson are about to meet again at a gorgeous mountain resort. Needing something to take the edge off the desire that has never faded, she indulges in a fling with sexy stranger Garreth Halt. He even makes her forget Jackson for a while. Or…maybe not.
When she mentions Jackson’s name in passing, Garreth picks up on all the hidden undertones in her voice. And he brings Jackson into their bed, if only in a fantasy they play out together. Funny thing about Garreth’s fantasies, though. Even the most improbable, impossible ones have a way of becoming reality…
Product Warnings
Enough heat is contained within these pages that you won’t even notice the winter cold. You might fall in love with Jackson—the real-life hero, determined to protect his sister from further pain—but it’s the handsome stranger, Garreth, who’ll take your breath away.
Jackson rubbed a hand over his face. Fuck, this was going all wrong. He’d been so resolved about seeing Rach this weekend. So determined not to let their past interfere with his and Jenna’s birthday celebrations. He was going to treat her like an old friend. Like Jenna’s friend. Nothing more.
He was an adult. He could do it. He could hide the longing and the lust that had lived with him since the first time Jenna had brought her new friend home. The lust that had sizzled and burned between them for twelve years, and the longing that drove him insane with frustration. They left him with blue balls every fucking time he saw her.
Instead, he’d been flung head first into a situation that demanded he sit up and take notice. Demanded he see Rachel in a sexual role rather than a platonic one. Demanded he see her as someone’s lover. Garreth’s lover. And Garreth wanted to share her. Wanted to bring him in on their loving.
Fuck it all, he’d insinuated the thought in Jackson’s brain, and now Jackson couldn’t get rid of it. Hard as he tried, every time he closed his eyes he saw himself taking Rachel’s pussy as Garreth took her ass. And every time he saw it, he had an overwhelming urge to rip the other man apart limb by limb.
“Did it take the edge off?” His voice was far too hoarse when he asked the question.
Rachel took a very long time to answer. “Nothing’s taken the off the edge. Not in twelve long years.”
Not for him either. Standing before Rachel was just as torturous as it had always been. She was just as impossible to resist. But resist he would, for he simply had no choice. Neither of them did.
He set his shoulders in determination. “You know what?”
“What?”
“We’re going about this all wrong.” Focusing on sex and lust and threesomes was not going to give either of them any peace this weekend. They needed to turn their attention to the other side of their relationship. To their friendship. To the mutual trust, the respect and the genuine affection each held for the other. They needed to focus on the non-physical aspect of their connection.
Rachel lifted an eyebrow in question.
“I haven’t seen you in over two years. Can we do what any two normal people would do after all that time, and just say hello?”
She smiled then. A small, tremulous smile, but a smile nevertheless. “Hello, Jackson.”
“Hey, Rach. It’s good to see you again.” He hadn’t meant to hold open his arms, hadn’t meant to invite her to step into them, but somehow his arms were stretched wide on either side of his body, and she was staring at him, indecision written all over her exquisite face.
“Just one hug,” he said. “One plain old hug between two friends. That’s all.”
Her smile vanished for a second, and then it returned, a full-blown I’m-real-happy-to-see-you-again smile, and she stepped into his embrace.
She fit perfectly against his body. She always had. Her soft curves molded into his firmer muscle. His shoulder was just the right height to cradle her head. It was almost as if they’d been made to match. As if they were each one part of a two-piece puzzle.
Even as he buried his face in her hair, breathing in the scent of her shampoo—lemon and citrus—she inhaled deeply, as though breathing him in as well.
“Christ,” he said with a soft groan. “I’ve missed you.”
She clung to him, held tight, like she couldn’t bear to let him go. “I’ve missed you too. So much.”
“I miss our talks.”
She nodded, her hair tickling his chin. “So many times I picked up the phone to call you. To tell you about my day, about something little that happened. But I couldn’t do it.”
“Ah, baby, I understand.” He stroked his hand over her hair, cherishing the silky softness. “You don’t know how many stories I worked on that I wanted to run by you. Wanted to get your take on before I wrote them up.” Rachel had always been his sounding board. Before he’d sit down and put his article to paper, he’d discuss it with her, look at it from every angle, get her thoughts.
Since she’d been in Sydney, his articles had lacked something vital. Her insight.
“I have dozens of photos I’ve taken of my designs. Hundreds. I wanted to email them to you, find out your opinion.” She never had.
Jackson had always been blown away by Rachel’s talent, by her ability to turn lumps of metal into fine jewellery. To choose the perfect stone to set into whatever piece she worked on. She was an artist, every design a masterpiece.
“You know what I missed the most though?” she asked softly.
“What?”
“Just hanging out. Just being with you.”
His arms tightened around her. “Ditto, Rach,” he whispered. “Ditto.”
And then, because his cock was hardening at an alarming rate, and Rachel was pressed against it, her hips hugging his growing erection, he released her—although the effort nearly killed him. “Shit, baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for that to happen.”
She gave him a sad smile. “No worries, I understand.”
Oh yeah. She did. If anyone understood, it was her. “I better go. Before I can’t pull away again.” He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. “I’ll see you at dinner.”
Rachel didn’t answer. She nodded, her eyes filled with every bit of longing and sorrow he felt.
Feel warm?
Now, just in the interest of keeping you warmer, Triple Dare and Winter Fire can be bought from My Bookstore and More, Amazon and All Romance Ebooks. Save yourself from a cold, cold winter and go heat up now 🙂
the time. *swoon* (Sami: Can I have him too? Please?)
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