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Excerpt of Icy Heat by Leigh Wyndfield & Contest!
The HEAT Series Continues!
A masked man with a burning secret is her only hope.
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Icy Heat by Leigh Wyndfield
Genre: Romantic SciFi-Futuristic, Red Hots!
ISBN: 978-1-60504-038-7
Length: Category
Price: 4.50
Cover art by Anne Cain Aidan has only days to acquire a magic Globe to exchange for her brother's freedom. With the clock counting down, she turns to Warwick the Enforcer for help. As her lies pile up and the passion between them builds, Aidan tries to keep her mind on her mission and ignore the man who lights her fire. Click Read for for an excerpt from Icy Heat.
Warwick has spent his life preparing for revenge against the man who killed his parents and sentenced him to an existence behind a mask. But when Aidan calls in a debt he owes her, he cannot say no. The attraction he thought was one-sided explodes between them and he is shocked to find himself burning to possess her. One thing after another goes wrong--and Warwick discovers Aidan is working for his hated enemy. As things spiral into danger they could never have imagined, passion burns into a love that could destroy them both. This book has been previously published and has been revised and expanded from its original release. Warning: This book contains out-of-this-world sexual content! EXCERPT: Damn, War thought, she caught that he knew her financial situation. Her tall, willow-thin body had gone completely still and her eyes narrowed into slits. He could almost hear her thinking it through. "How do you know I have the money?" The soft purr of her voice twisted his insides with desire. He'd wanted her from that first time she'd flown for him. "I know how much I paid you and I know you work almost constantly. It doesn't take a genius to assume you've got enough balseems to pay a gambling debt." What he didn't tell her was he had made it his hobby to track her movements over the last four months. She rolled the playing piece between her hands. "True," she conceded, then sighed. "But he won't take that kind of payment. Zach defaulted." "You didn't know about it in time to pay?" "No." Her fingers tightened on the dark king, a piece he'd carved with his own hands. "Out of the options left to me, I chose the lesser of the two evils." "Steal or what?" He could guess what was coming. He wasn't naïve enough to think he was the only person to desire her. "I'll leave it to your imagination." There might be sarcasm in her tone, but a frown marred her face. She didn't like the position she was in one bit. It didn't surprise him. The mission they'd flown together had shown her to be a fantastic pilot and a bit of a control freak. Warwick dropped his hands to his hips and blew out a breath. He'd dangled the favor before her, hoping she would call on him when she needed help and he would be able to spend time in her presence again. Pathetic, really, to have a crush on her. But he did. Thirty years old and he had the desires of a boy half his age. Just being in the same room with her made chill bumps rise along his arms. He didn't kid himself, no one as pretty as Aidan would be attracted to him. There was a reason he wore a mask. People wouldn't spend time in his presence without it. The realization brought him crashing back to reality. "There is only one way I can get you into Reed's Palace without raising red flags. You know that, don't you?" She nodded. "I'd need to come in as your woman." "Yes." There was no way she'd go for it. Not in a million years. "I figured that would be the case." War slashed the air with his unscarred hand. "Do you know what that means?" He shook his head. She didn't, so he'd spell it out for her. "You would have to act as if we were truly lovers, Aidan. You couldn't pull away when I touch you or jump when I speak." Her mouth fell open. "I don't jump." "Everyone does." But she hadn't towards the end of their last adventure. He figured she would flinch when he caressed her. He had no doubt that intimacy would change everything. Her mouth snapped shut and her green cat eyes turned stormy. "Because you're scary. You mean to be. What do you expect?" "Lovers don't act that way, and you would come in as mine." He growled in frustration. "Hell, we'll be assigned the same room, the same damn bed." "Look, I have twenty-eight days to return the globe or my brother is dead. I think I can control my reactions to you." Dread snaked along his spine. If he stayed the whole week in the same room with her, she would eventually have to see the scars. They would be living on top of each other. Better to stop it now than have their cover blown in the middle of Reed's celebration. But Gods he didn't want to do it. One look at his face and she'd never get near him again. It would be over and he wouldn't even be able to lie to himself that there might some day be a chance. He didn't have much choice. "There's one way to find out," he said. "Come sit on the sofa." Read another excerpt or Buy at Samhain:
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