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Praise for Cara Summers
“Fans looking for a thrill ride will be pleased!”
—RT Book Reviews on Tailspin
“Great characters with explosive chemistry, a fun intrigue-flavored plot and a high degree of sensuality add up to an excellent read!”
—RT Book Reviews on Taken Beyond Temptation
“The sex scenes were incredibly hot! Ms. Summers knows how to entertain her readers while writing something a bit risqué.”
—Night Owl Reviews on Led into Temptation
“A great mystery. The excitement and romance never end.”
—RT Book Reviews on Christmas Male
“This romantic suspense is a sexy, fast-paced page turner.”
—Freshfiction.com on Come Toy with Me
“Ms Summers manages to weave breathtaking suspense and sizzling love scenes with a deftness that will have you turning the pages late into the night…this is one you’ll need sunscreen for. Another sexy, steamy romance written by one of the best in series genre.”
—Romancejunkies.com on Lie with Me
Dear Reader,
I love writing stories set at Christmastime, but this one was especially fun because it allowed me to do a whole “list” of fun things.
First of all, Sexy Silent Nights allowed me to tell Jonah Stone’s story and wind up a trilogy about three friends who met in their early teens at the St. Francis Center for Boys. (You may remember Gabe from Take My Breath Away…and Nash from Tailspin.)
Acting on a compelling and instant attraction, supper club owner Jonah Stone and security agent Cilla Michaels agree to indulge in one sexy night together. Any more is strictly forbidden. And utterly irresistible…
Telling Jonah’s story also allowed me to revisit a city I left my heart in from my very first visit—San Francisco.
Last on the list, and certainly not least, is that writing this story allowed me to meet and share with you an amazing calico cat named Flash who is a resident at the Furry Friends Shelter in Barrie, Ontario, the Blaze Authors’ first Pet Project. I hope you love her as much as I do.
For news on my future releases, visit www.carasummers.com. And for more information on the Blaze Authors’ Pet Project, visit blazeauthors.com/blog.
May all your Christmas wishes and forbidden fantasies come true!
Cara Summers
Sexy Silent Nights
Cara Summers
MILLS & BOON
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Was CARA SUMMERS born with the dream of becoming a published romance novelist? No. But now that she is, she still feels her dream has come true. And she owes it all to her mother, who handed her a Harlequin romance novel about fifteen years ago and said, “Try it. You’ll love it.” Mom was right! Cara loves writing for the Blaze line because it allows her to create strong, determined women and seriously sexy men who will risk everything to achieve their dreams. When she isn’t working on new stories, she teaches in the writing program at Syracuse University and at a community college near her home.
To my nephew Nick and my new niece Kristen.
May all your future Christmases together be merry!
And especially to my great-nephew Luca—who celebrates his very first Christmas this month.
I love all three of you!
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Epilogue
1
One sexy silent night…5:00 a.m.
CILLA MICHAELS WAS NOT GOING to leave the hotel room without her panties. She’d been a cop for three years, a private security agent for two, and now she headed up G.W. Securities’ new office in San Francisco. She was a pro at tracking things down.
On her hands and knees, she inched her way quietly down the length of her side of the bed, using her hand to sweep the space beneath it as she went.
Nothing.
She was not the kind of woman who would abandon anything that had a La Perla label on it. She’d parted with a small fortune for the red lace bikini, and it was part of a set. The matching camisole had already been located near the nightstand. She had a vague recollection of stripping it off and tossing it there herself. While in the throes of uncontrollable
