Her Insatiable Scot
Under
the Kilt Book #2
By:
Melissa Blue
Releasing
February 20th,
2014
Blurb
Keri
Pearson is currently between jobs, so there's nothing to lose when
her cousin promises her a glowing recommendation from a top expert in
their field in exchange for a small favor. All she has to do is lie
about who she is and pretend to be married to a charming Scot for
three hours. Her sexy-as-hell pretend husband makes it too easy to
play the part of newlyweds. The last thing she should do is trust him
or the genuineness of his lust or adoration, but his touch ignites an
unexpected desire.
Tristan
Baird turned his back on his past with plenty of regrets, but when
his brother blackmails him, Tristan can’t say no. Given his brother
saved his neck, an afternoon doing what he does best doesn’t seem
like too much to ask. And it’s for a good cause. Doing the job
right guarantees his brother and new wife will have the home of their
dreams. But his stunning accomplice complicates the job. She is
everything he always wanted and couldn’t have. The kind of woman
who is too smart to ever trust a former conman.
The
three-hour commitment stretches into five sexually charged days as
they fight the explosive connection. As each day passes, Keri must
remind herself what is true and what is false, but the lines are
blurring. Tristan can only hope his past doesn't come back to ruin
their future.
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http://tastybooktours.blogspot.com/2014/01/now-booking-tasty-blurb-tour-for-her.html
Author
Info
Melissa
Blue's writing career started on a typewriter one month after her son
was born. This would have been an idyllic situation for a writer if
it had been 1985, not 2004. Eventually she upgraded to a computer.
She's still typing away on the same computer, making imaginary people
fall in love.
Where
you can find me:
Website:
http://www.themelissablue.com
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/mel_thegreat
Excerpt
“Uh,”
she started but lost the train of thought.
The
warmth of his hand shifted from above her shoulder to her collarbone.
His fingertips caressed her bared skin and trailed to her chin. His
touch was soft, firm, and shot straight down to her stomach. She bit
her lip to keep in a moan.
Heat
and need filled her at the simple touch and it probably showed in her
gaze. More than likely she poured out the kind of pheromones that let
him know on some primitive level she wanted him to keep caressing
her.
He
nodded. “There you go. You're looking wary again instead of
frightened. We can't be having the latter.”
“You're
touching me.” She pointed out the obvious.
“I
am.” He didn't look sorry for it. “And I don't plan to stop until
you look less scared.”
Her
spine straightened at the accusation. “I'm not scared.”
“No?”
His brows rose, and he took another step forward. One leg invaded the
space between her thighs.
She
suddenly wanted to jerk her hips forward and hope the hard muscle of
his leg would press against the ache his stare and touch ignited.
Blood rushed from her heart and other limbs to assist the basic
sexual need to have him lift his leg so she could straddle it and for
once in her life let go.
He
seemed like the kind of man who wouldn't bat an eye that they were
standing in a hallway, right next to the class they'd have to enter.
He'd steady his leg against the wall, grip her hips to guide her
straight to an orgasm, and still he wouldn't be satisfied until her
come dampened his slacks.
And
because it seemed like he was that kind of man, she had to take
control as always. Common sense had vacated the moment she stopped
breathing air that wasn't scented with spice and man.
She
pushed back her shoulders and they met the cold hard wall behind her.
“Crowds unnerve a lot of people. Factor in the noise, the number of
people in one small enclosed space, and my reticence to dive headlong
into it makes sense. I wasn't prepared for this. I'm thinking of all
the ways we'll likely get caught. And once again you've broken our
hands-only rule. Do you blame me?”
No
emotion graced his face for a moment and then he threw his head back
and laughed. “You'd be amazed by what a man can do with just his
hands.”
She
wanted to know, more than she wanted control. “I bet you could do a
lot, but I think we've established that we're a hot and heavy
newlywed couple.”
He
dipped his head, crushed his mouth to her neck. The move was so
unexpected she did moan. He didn't lick her, just let his mouth trail
up to her ear. “Anyone looking at your flushed face and my reaction
to it will assume what we're going to do once this class is over.”
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