“My, what big muscles you have,” Sarah whispered
She knew she was playing a dangerous game, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself. No, she didn’t want to stop herself.
“All the better to hold you with,” Michael said, taking her mouth in a hungry kiss, before pulling her body flush with his own. Sensations overwhelmed Sarah. Cool against hot. Soft against hard. The intimate contact made her long for more, made her forget everything but this man. This moment.
As his mouth devoured her, his fingers stalked the buttons of her blouse, the zipper on her skirt. Before she knew it, she was wearing nothing but her lacy red bra and panties, lingerie bought on a whim yesterday to implement her New Year’s resolution to take more risks. No more boring beige underwear.
No more boring beige life.
“And what big hands you have,” she gasped as his touches became more intimate.
She could sense rather than see his predatory smile.
“All the better to ravish you with, my dear.”
Dear Reader,
My New Year’s resolutions are usually fairly tame: lose weight, become more organized, stop procrastinating. Resolutions I usually manage to break before Valentine’s Day, unlike my heroine, Sarah Hewitt, who makes a New Year’s resolution to take more risks—a resolution that ultimately lands her in the bed of Michael Wolff, a sexy stranger who’s determined not to let her go…literally. Now all Sarah has to decide is if she wants to escape!
I had so much fun writing a story for THE WRONG BED, one of Temptation’s most popular miniseries. And I’d love to know what you think about Michael and Sarah’s story. You can reach me online at www.KristinGabriel.com or write to me at P.O. Box 5162, Grand Island, Nebraska 68801-5162.
Enjoy!
Kristin Gabriel
Books by Kristin Gabriel
HARLEQUIN TEMPTATION
834—DANGEROUSLY IRRESISTIBLE
868—SEDUCED IN SEATTLE
896—SHEERLY IRRESISTIBLE
HARLEQUIN DUETS
7—ANNIE, GET YOUR GROOM
25—THE BACHELOR TRAP
27—BACHELOR BY DESIGN
29—BEAUTY AND THE BACHELOR
61—OPERATION BABE-MAGNET
OPERATION BEAUTY
Propositioned?
Kristin Gabriel
This book is dedicated to my readers.
I hope wonderful things await you in the New Year!
Contents
1
SARAH HEWITT had never crashed a party before. Or broken into a safe. But there was a first time for everything, and tonight she was planning to do both.
Her black leather boots crunched in the snow as she stealthily approached the Wolff mansion. Bright lights shone from the tall windows gracing the front of the grand edifice, casting an eerie crystal glow on the snowy mountainside. Towering pine trees surrounded the open black wrought-iron gate, making it easy for her to slip inside the private grounds unnoticed.
She’d left her twelve-year-old Toyota parked on an unpaved road a half mile away. The crisp mountain air had numbed her cheeks as she’d made the remainder of the journey to the Wolff mansion on foot. Now her breath came in quick, uneven puffs of frosty air, though more from the anticipation of the night ahead than the steep uphill hike she’d just taken. Adrenaline pumped through her veins now, warming her from the inside out. She wiggled her frozen toes inside her boots as sharp pinpricks of feeling slowly flowed back into them.
From her vantage point on the mountain, she could see tiny dots of lights marking the city of Denver, which lay twenty miles to the east. That’s where she lived with her grandfather, who assumed Sarah was out celebrating New Year’s Eve with her friends.
Little did he know she was about to follow his footsteps into a life of crime.
She moved swiftly in the shadows toward the mansion, watching as a steady string of shiny black limousines made their way around the circular driveway. Each one stopped briefly at the front entrance to let its costumed passengers disembark.
The Wolffs’ annual masquerade ball was one of the highlights of the Denver social season. Or so she’d heard. Sarah didn’t pay much attention to lives of the rich and famous. She was too busy trying to earn enough money so she could finally pursue
