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“Don’t turn off the lights. Please.”
Jack put the video camera aside. “Okay,” he said. “For now.” He stared at Paige for a long moment. “Close your eyes.”
“What?”
“Trust me, remember? I’m the teacher, you’re the student. Now close your eyes.”
She drew in a shaky breath and fought to calm her beating heart. “I don’t understand what this has to do with—”
“Sex appeal comes from the inside. You want to learn all about sex, then you need to realize your own sex appeal. You need to feel it, Paige. That’s what it’s all about. Feeling, not seeing or understanding. That’s why I want you to close your eyes. So you’re not distracted.”
She drew in a deep breath and nodded. “Okay.”
When her eyelids had fluttered closed, his voice suddenly seemed deeper, huskier. She could sense his nearness, feel the heat emanating from him. Suddenly, she was in a world where all that mattered was desire.
“That’s it, Paige.” He picked up the video camera again. “Now undress for me…”
Dear Reader,
I’m back again this month with another bad boy to heat up your nights! Jack Mission is a sexy, restless, love-’em-and-leave-’em type who returns home to Inspiration, Texas, for his brother’s wedding. Temporarily, of course. No way is Jack trading his wandering ways to settle down. At least, that’s his intention until prim-and-proper Paige Cassidy turns his world upside down.
It’s bold, it’s provocative, it’s a BLAZE! I love writing for such an ultra-sexy line! And it looks like I’ll be writing many more of these seriously sexy books. Look for my short story in the new BLAZE anthology, Midnight Fantasies, available in June 2001. And then watch for the launch of Harlequin’s newest—and hottest—series, Harlequin Blaze, also in 2001.
I love to hear from my readers. Please drop me a line c/o Harlequin books, 225 Duncan Mill Road, Don Mills, Ontario, Canada M3B 3K9, or you can visit me online at www.kimberlyromance.com.
Enjoy, and have a deliciously sinful read!
Kimberly Raye
Books by Kimberly Raye
HARLEQUIN TEMPTATION
728—BREATHLESS
791—SHAMELESS
Restless
Kimberly Raye
To Curt
I love you very much
Contents
1
SOME MEN WERE JUST made for sex.
The thought struck Paige Cassidy the moment she spotted the man through the lens of her video camera at the crowded wedding reception.
It wasn’t so much the way he looked, though he was handsome enough to make even devout manhater Imajean Strickner adjust her bifocals and smooth her heavy-duty girdle.
Tall and muscular and tanned, he stood just over six feet tall, his broad shoulders filling out the black tuxedo jacket to mouthwatering perfection. His ragged sun-streaked blonde hair caught the light and his strong jaw, sensuous lips and rugged air made her think of open prairie, wild horses and hot nights beneath a stardusted sky.
But it was more than his appearance that screamed HOT STUD ALERT!
It was the way he moved.
She blinked and adjusted her focus, her gaze fixed on his lean tanned fingers stroking up and down the long neck of his beer bottle. Up and down, slow and steady, again and again in a sensuous stroke she could practically feel along her spine.
And the way he smiled.
She watched as he leaned toward the blonde, blue-eyed woman standing next to him at the bar. She whispered something in his ear. His lips tilted at the corners, lifting in an enticing, suggestive grin that made Paige’s heart shift into overdrive.
And the way his liquid gray eyes seemed to deepen when his gaze snagged hers and—
He was looking at her.
Her hands went limp on the camera and she would have dropped it had she not been wearing the safety strap around her neck. He’d already turned back to the blonde, leaving Paige to wonder if she’d only imagined that brief, heart-stopping moment of eye contact. The intensity of his gaze, the heat…
“Say, there, Paige, how about cuttin’ up the dance floor with me?”
The voice came from behind her and she turned to find Shelby Hoover standing there, his straw hat in hand. He stared at the worn tips of his Justin boots peeking from beneath the hem of a pair of starched Wrangler jeans and rubbed a hand over the top of his burred black hair. His black mustache twitched at the corners as he chewed his bottom lip and waited for her answer.
Unfortunately Shelby didn’t rouse her hormones into an orgasmic frenzy, but the man did know his left foot from his right. What’s more, he was ready to settle down. And he didn’t go around flirting outrageously with pretty blondes.
Shelby wanted more. He wanted a house and kids and forever.
Just
