Hot Pursuit - Denise A. Agnew [44]
“Six months of emails and video chats just isn’t enough. Promise you’ll stay home for a long, long time.”
He lifted her left hand, stared at the princess cut diamond nestled between antique diamond ring guards. They’d found the wedding set a year ago right before their simple, elegant ceremony. He held up his own left hand, displaying the white gold, plain wedding band that never left his hand.
He kissed her fingers. With a wicked grin, he said, “Only forever, my love. Only forever.”
And Lucy knew he meant it.
About the Author
Romantic Times Book Reviews calls Denise A. Agnew’s romantic suspense novels “top-notch”, and she’s received their coveted TOP PICK rating. Denise has written paranormal, romantic comedy, contemporary, historical, erotic romance and romantic suspense. Archaeology and archery have crept into her work, and travels through England, Ireland, Scotland and Wales have added to a lifetime of story ideas. A newly minted paranormal investigator, Denise looks forward to exploring the unknown. Visit Denise’s website at www.deniseagnew.com.
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Marshall’s Law
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For A Roman’s Heart
Hot Zone
Male Call
Unconditional Surrender
Private Maneuvers
Close Quarters
Intimate Alliance
Coming Soon:
Before The Dawn
First impressions can be dead wrong.
Close Quarters
© 2008 Denise A. Agnew
Hot Zone, Book 4
Neena Williamson is positive the man who just walked into her favorite café is all wrong for the local charity’s new hot male calendar. For starters, he’s wearing the most butt-ugly Hawaiian shirt on the face of the earth. He doesn’t fit anyone’s image of a smokin’ hardbody, even if her friend insists he’s perfect for Mr. December.
When a gunman robs the café, Mr. December proves that underneath his bad taste in clothes, he knows how to bring it.
Clarksville, Wyoming is the perfect place for Mitch Gilroy to hide in plain sight. He enjoys his low-key handyman job, and no one pries into his former life. But in an instant, Mitch is forced to remember everything he’s tried so hard to forget.
Thrown together by sudden violence, Neena and Mitch quickly discover how tangled their emotions can become. And the only way to banish the monsters that haunt them is to do the one thing they fear most. Become vulnerable—to each other.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Close Quarters:
Mitch unlocked the screen door and front door, eager to lead Neena inside and discover how quickly he could bring her into his arms and taste her delicious skin under his tongue. He ached; his cock had been hard as a rock for what seemed forever.
Rain pounded on the porch as thunder rolled and tumbled. Another flash of electricity followed close behind. Mitch fumbled with the keys before he jammed the right one into the lock. He couldn’t remember the last time nerves had caused him uncertainty with a woman. Last time he’d been nineteen and losing his virginity. God, why did he think about that now? Neena probably wasn’t a virgin—she’d kissed like a woman who’d experienced passion before, and although her responses had been hesitant at first, once she did respond, she’d heated like a firecracker ready to ignite. He wanted her in his arms again. If he’d thought they wouldn’t get caught, he would have taken her there in his car. He would have unfastened his pants, tore away her pantyhose and panties and found her heat and wetness. Would have allowed her to slip down over his cock until she swallowed him whole. He almost groaned imagining it, and his erection got even harder, if that were possible.
No. He didn’t keep condoms in his truck, and he never had sex without a condom. Never. He wouldn’t take that risk.
“Fuck,” he murmured softly as he wrestled with the doorknob.
She squeezed his shoulder. “Having problems?”
“Yeah.” He finally opened the door and they went inside. He relocked the door.
He tossed his keys on a table beside the door and turned to her. Her hair, once artfully arranged atop her head earlier in the