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BOOK SUMMARY ~ RIVER
RECKONING (TROUBLE IN TRESPASS):
Bond Mason’s roots
run deep in the backwoods hamlet of Trespass, Florida. Nestled against the
banks of the Suwannee River, the only home she’s ever known holds bittersweet
memories of a family long gone. Except one of her ghosts isn’t dead and
possessive ex-lover James Kyle wants her back.
U.S. Deputy Marshal
Nathan Gates sights are set on capturing fugitive Robert Kyle. Wanted for the
cold-blooded murder of a DEA agent, Robert is suspected of being hidden away
with his moonshine-brewing, marijuana-growing family of fellow lawbreakers, one
of which is his brother, James.
Nathan expected high
temperatures when he arrived in Trespass. What he hadn’t counted on is his
searing attraction to southern beauty Bond Mason. She winds him around her
finger like a tendril of Spanish moss, but his lawman’s intuition tells him
she’s hiding secrets too. When he finally convinces her to talk, he’s not
prepared for the dark truths she reveals about her hometown.
The Suwannee is deep,
but Trespass’s sins run much deeper. For once, Nathan might be in over his
head.
Excerpt (Rated R):
Bond rolled
to her knees, still smiling, as she untied the sash to her robe. She let it
fall open but didn’t shrug it off her shoulders. It parted in slow motion a few
inches then stopped, revealing a swath of golden skin down the center of her
body, the inviting valley between her breasts and the small patch of dark
trimmed curls at the apex of her toned thighs. Nathan stood motionless, taking
her in as he tried to decide what he wanted to set his mouth to first.
“Nathan.” Her
fingers nervously toyed with the robe’s sash. He gradually raised his gaze to
hers, tearing it away from the temptation of her body. “I have a small confession
to make.”
His interest
was piqued. “I’m listening.”
Color flooded
her cheeks. He put one knee on the mattress and kissed her jaw reassuringly.
She braced her hands on his biceps, the heat of a sigh warming his ear. “Last
night when you were kind of … bossy … I liked it … a lot.”
He grinned.
That was some admission. His single-minded cock wholeheartedly approved. It was
so hard it threatened to bust through the teeth of his zipper. “You like me
telling you what to do, huh?”
She nodded.
Her fingers caught the hem of his t-shirt, stripping it over his head. “I like
it when you talk.”
“Last night
you said I talked too much.”
“I can’t be
held accountable for the things I say during incredible sex. I want you to
talk.”
Incredible sex. No argument there, it had been. Tonight was going to top
that.
The robe
slipped off one shoulder exposing her right breast, an enticement impossible to
resist. Nathan ducked his head and made a lazy circle around her nipple with
the tip of his tongue. It tightened to a stiff peak. He felt her fingers slide
through his hair, heard the tiny moan she made in her throat. “Dirty?” he asked
against her skin.
“Anything. I
want to listen, not think. I like your voice, but if you were saying naughty
things it would be even better.”
He chuckled
as he eased off the bed. Bond sat back on her heels, resting her hands on her
thighs expectantly. “Take your hair down.”
She released
the clip, allowing the dark mass to tumble free. When she shook her head, damp
curls slid over her shoulders. Nathan reached out and wound a long lock around
his fingers, tugging gently. “You’re stunning.” More color flooded her cheeks
and neck. Her bottom lip slipped between her teeth. “Come closer.”
Rising to her
knees, she scooted to the edge of the bed, pressing her chest to his. Nathan
caught the lapels of her robe in his fists and pulled it down her arms,
trapping them at her sides. He buried his face in her neck, trailing kisses
across the tender, fragrant skin. Her scent made him drunk with desire, crazy
with need. Never had he been so affected by a woman as he was by Bond. She was
like some illicit drug, and he’d become a hopeless addict with one sample.
Author Bio:
I started reading when I was four, thanks to a babysitter
who found out the only way to get me to sit still was to put a book in my hand.
By the time I entered kindergarten, I’d blown through just about every Little
Golden Book ever printed. Ten years later, much to my mother’s dismay, I found
her stash of paperback romance novels. She tried to divert me back to something
more chaste by buying me Harlequins, but I still snuck copies of her Kathleen
Woodiwiss’s and Johanna Lindsey’s when she wasn’t looking. Shanna, The Flame
and the Flower, and Fires of Winter will always hold special places in my heart
because they introduced me to roguish heroes, headstrong heroines, and the
trouble they could get into together.
I live in a swampy little corner of north-central Florida
with my family, both the two-legged and four-legged variety. I love to read,
run hot and cold in regards to cooking, and I never miss an episode of
Justified, Longmire, or Dexter. I guess I like justice in all its various
forms.
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