He’s
looking for redemption.
After destroying his reputation,
Jason Friar is desperate to make a comeback in Major League Baseball. The only
team who will have him is the perennial cellar dwellers, the Georgia Knights,
who are looking for a leader for their struggling team. With the contract comes
a leash, held by a sexy image consultant with whom he had a hot fling...
She’s
looking for respect.
After being blamed for the collapse
of a political candidate’s campaign, Stacia Kendall needs a new opportunity to
prove herself to her father, a prominent and powerful Senator. Her one chance
is to redeem the image of Jason Friar and not succumb to the heat simmering
between them, a heat she knows so well...
Can
Stacia help Jason find the redemption he needs, while protecting her heart?
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She speared her fingers into his hair and tugged him closer, moaning her pleasure into his mouth. He slid his hands down to cup her ass, settling her firmly against his erection. Stacia wrapped a leg around his waist, tilting her pelvis to seat him more comfortably. She moaned at the thought that someone like him could desire her. She ruthlessly pushed the doubts away and focused on feeling, on sensations, on drowning in the moment.
Before she could fully absorb the thrill of knowing he wanted her, he lightly stroked his hands up her sides and cupped her breasts, fire licking her nerve endings. Her shirt slipped off her shoulders. A cool breeze hit her heated skin and she shivered with the immediate chill. He flicked his thumbs across her nipples, sending desire shooting right to her core. She dragged her mouth from his with a gasp and glanced down at her gaping blouse and the front closure bra open and framing her breasts.
Damn, he really was smooth. Sensations swamped her, centered at her nipples, which had never been so sensitive.
Fire licked her nerve endings, centered where his thumbs plucked and stroked, the sensation answered by a liquid heat deep in her belly. He grinned, a twist of his mouth reminding her of a rogue from the historical romances she used to sneak in the house when she was younger. He bent forward and took a nipple in his mouth, the suction and nips causing her knees to buckle.
She clutched his hair, overwhelmed by the delicious sensations he inspired and holding him in place so he wouldn't stop. He chuckled and slipped his hands down her back to cup her ass as he feasted. She tugged his mouth up to hers for another drugging kiss.
They broke the kiss with a mutual groan. He was breathing heavily, obviously as affected as she was. The room spun but this time it wasn't just the effect of the alcohol. It was a drug of a completely different kind--Jason.
She looked deeper into the room, at the king-sized bed reminding her why they were there.
As if sensing her hesitation, he touched her cheek so she faced him. "Are you sure? No doubts?"
Her eyes met his with cool confidence. "Absolutely." She was ready, as if she had been waiting a lifetime for this one night. After tonight, she'd go back to being that other woman, the good girl who never could do anything right. But for now, she could be this wanton, asking for what she wanted, living in the sensation.
He gathered her wandering hands and tugged her around to his front, holding her firmly in place, her hands clasped in one of his. Finally, he opened the door and tugged her inside, slamming it shut behind them. In one quick move, he pinned her to the wall and covered her mouth with his. Sensations threatened to overwhelm her, heat spreading from his mouth, his hands, his body, kindling a desire deep in her core.
She speared her fingers into his hair and tugged him closer, moaning her pleasure into his mouth. He slid his hands down to cup her ass, settling her firmly against his erection. Stacia wrapped a leg around his waist, tilting her pelvis to seat him more comfortably. She moaned at the thought that someone like him could desire her. She ruthlessly pushed the doubts away and focused on feeling, on sensations, on drowning in the moment.
Before she could fully absorb the thrill of knowing he wanted her, he lightly stroked his hands up her sides and cupped her breasts, fire licking her nerve endings. Her shirt slipped off her shoulders. A cool breeze hit her heated skin and she shivered with the immediate chill. He flicked his thumbs across her nipples, sending desire shooting right to her core. She dragged her mouth from his with a gasp and glanced down at her gaping blouse and the front closure bra open and framing her breasts.
Damn, he really was smooth. Sensations swamped her, centered at her nipples, which had never been so sensitive.
Fire licked her nerve endings, centered where his thumbs plucked and stroked, the sensation answered by a liquid heat deep in her belly. He grinned, a twist of his mouth reminding her of a rogue from the historical romances she used to sneak in the house when she was younger. He bent forward and took a nipple in his mouth, the suction and nips causing her knees to buckle.
She clutched his hair, overwhelmed by the delicious sensations he inspired and holding him in place so he wouldn't stop. He chuckled and slipped his hands down her back to cup her ass as he feasted. She tugged his mouth up to hers for another drugging kiss.
They broke the kiss with a mutual groan. He was breathing heavily, obviously as affected as she was. The room spun but this time it wasn't just the effect of the alcohol. It was a drug of a completely different kind--Jason.
She looked deeper into the room, at the king-sized bed reminding her why they were there.
As if sensing her hesitation, he touched her cheek so she faced him. "Are you sure? No doubts?"
Her eyes met his with cool confidence. "Absolutely." She was ready, as if she had been waiting a lifetime for this one night. After tonight, she'd go back to being that other woman, the good girl who never could do anything right. But for now, she could be this wanton, asking for what she wanted, living in the sensation.
Ever since Megan Ryder discovered
Jude Deveraux and Judith McNaught while sneaking around the “forbidden”
romance section of the library one day after school, she has been voraciously
devouring romance novels of all types. Now a romance author in her own right,
Megan pens sexy contemporary novels all about family and hot lovin’ with the
boy next door. She lives in Connecticut, spending her days as a technical
writer and her spare time divided between her addiction to knitting and reading.
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