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Why shouldn’t an
eligible man like Jason Sherwood plan a Valentine’s Day merger with a woman whose
elegant body melted at his touch last year on February fourteenth? A mysterious
woman who disappeared like a wraith. A vibrant creature who came apart in his
arms like only the right woman does for the right man.
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But Mara Richardson
left Jason for a good reason…and after a year of looking for her, he still
doesn’t know why. But he has to learn. Has to get her naked, wild for him
again. Give her those little sugary candies that say, Be Mine, and show her that, despite only hours with her last year,
he needs her to be his. Forever.
Excerpt, Copyright Cerise
DeLand 2012, All rights reserved.
A sharp knock at the door had her
jumping. She glanced at her watch. Two o’clock. Time enough to listen, dicker
and still catch her plane. Mr. Capitol
Communications better have a swell counter-offer or we’re both dead meat.
She swung open the door. “Hello,
Mister–“
Her throat closed. Her heart
pounded. Her nipples beaded reminiscent of that night when that savage hungry
mouth had shaped them and sucked them. Her pussy gushed, memories consumed her
of how this man had used those firm lips to lick her clit and give her the best
screaming orgasm of her entire life.
“Sherwood, Mara. Jason Sherwood,”
said the incomparable creature outside her door. His blue eyes wore an
appealing apologetic look. His mouth tried for a smile but couldn’t quite make
it. He was nervous. He was apprehensive. He was so very damn good looking. And
he was determined to come in. “May I?” He nodded toward the conference room. “I
brought some things. Hungry? I am.”
She stepped backward. For a former
press aide who ate journalists for breakfast and a media trainer who taught
people how to tick off talking points like time bombs, she was for once in her
lonely life utterly speechless.
And the only thing she cared to do
was look at him. Absorb him into her skin. Treasure him.
His sea blue eyes. His sun-kissed
hair. Wet from snow. His pink cheeks. Chapped from the icy wind. His comforting
height. Five, maybe six inches taller than she. And stepping right up to her,
drinking in her confusion and her delight at his sudden appearance, growing confident
now. Grinning down at her.
“Hi, baby,” he whispered, one big
fist sinking into her chignon and destroying it. “I missed you something
fierce. Let me kiss you. Now that I’ve found you, I’m not letting you go until
we know so much about each other, you’ll either hate me or never leave me
again.”
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