My June 2007 Blaze, Risking It All, appears to be available just about everywhere, having been spotted in bookstores and is shipping from online vendors! Here’s an excerpt :

“I think you need to know that I don’t get involved with bad boys like you,” Rina told Cash. Even poked him in his big, broad chest a few times to bring her point home.

His hand closed around hers, held it still and she liked the power in his grip, decided that she might want to feel those hands on other parts of her body too.

“Well, that’s good. Because I don’t get involved with good girls.”

“How do you know I’m a good girl?” she asked. They’d stopped along the stretch of ocean breezeway rooms and she stared between two doors, because everything looked a little fuzzy.

“Trust me. I know.” He grabbed her arm when she pitched forward. “Come on, now. Let’s get you back to your room safe and in one piece.”

“I’m not inviting you inside,” she said, even as she fumbled in her bag for the key. And he was standing so close and suddenly, she didn’t want to be the damned good girl anymore.

“You don’t even seem to know which room is yours,” he said. “I think I should take you back to your friend at the bar.”

“Why? So you can prove to everyone how uptight I am?”

“Now that didn’t even make sense,” he said.

“And neither does this,” she said, right before she put her hands on his shoulders and lifted herself up on tiptoe and pulled him down so she could kiss him. Really kiss him.

He grabbed her around the waist, held her against him and deepened the kiss. She didn’t want him to ever stop. And when the rough rasp of his tongue played with the soft, sensitive underside of hers, she moaned into his mouth and tightened her grip on his hair.

And when he pulled away, she bit her bottom lip and tried to calm her breathing, but that wasn’t going to happen. Not when he still held her tight against him.

“Are you still not inviting me in?” he asked.

She searched her bag and came up empty. “I don’t have a key,” she announced. “All my keys are gone.”

“Does your friend have a copy?”

“We’re not sharing a room,” she murmured. “I guess I’d better go to the front desk and get a new key.”

“Are you sure this is really your room?” he asked.
“Yes, this is it.”

He moved her aside and fiddled with the doorknob for half a second before the door opened.

She stared between it and him. “You are a criminal, aren’t you?” she asked.

“Don’t ask things you don’t really want answers to,” he said, and then he picked her up, crushed his mouth against hers and he took them both inside the room.
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You can buy it online here or here or here! Cash is worth it.:cool:

Steph T.

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