Passion and Excitement-Summer Heat: Love on Fire #SumHtRom #mgtab

Summer Heat: Love on Fire Boxed Set
Publication date: May 24th 2016
Genres: Adult, Romance

16 All New Contemporary Romances from NY Times, USA Today, and International Bestselling Authors.

Guaranteed to make your blood run hot. Passion, steamy nights, excitement, and suspense. Something to suit every reader’s taste. Grab a cool drink (you’ll need it!), find a hammock, and curl up for an unforgettable escape.

1: Caridad Pineiro, Under the Boardwalk – A passionate night under the boardwalk brought them together, but can Chase and Natalie rekindle that lost love in just one night?

2: Nina Bruhns, Fast and Flirty – The top-secret package STORM Corps transporter Kade Maddox is hired to deliver turns out to be way more trouble—and a whole lot sexier—than he ever anticipated.

3: Rebecca York, Outlaw Justice – Will a surprise reunion with her old lover save her life when she flees from a homicidal husband?

4: Jennifer Lowery, The Fall (Book #2 ATCOM series) – The last thing ATCOM agent Brendan Devayne wants is to settle down, but Mia Lawrence makes him think twice…

5: Taylor Lee, Jared: (Book 1, The Justice Brothers Series) – The rookie cop learned the hard way that when tangling with the Justice Brothers, Justice—like Love– isn’t always fair or easy.

6: Traci Hall, Festival by the Sea – Al Cooper’s too bad to be a cop and too good to be a crook; Darcy Smith can’t get enough.

7: Stephanie Queen, Beachcomber Heat – This summer’s heat wave on Martha’s Vineyard is breaking records, but so is the crime wave. The combination is causing a wave of red-hot dangerous desire between Dane and Shana.

8: Kathy Ivan, Sex, Lies and Apple Pies – A televised baking competition brings them together. But deceit, intrigue and revenge are on this menu. Can their love survive?

9: Jackie Ivie, The Hunted – LeeAnn’s got business in Miami. Bring on the sun. Sand. Sexy men to look at. The last thing she expects is to be someone’s target.

10: Michele Hauf, The Geek Gets The Girl – Mistaken for the IT geek? This sexy CEO is about to learn the intimate operations of his company—up close, and personal.

11: Rachelle Ayala, Bad Boys for Hire: Ken (Bad Boys for Hire Series, #2) – After Jolie Becker is left at the altar, her friends secretly hire a hunky beach bum to cheer her up.

12: Katy Walters, Sands of Seduction – Clary escaped to a place of sea and sand, a place of passion and seduction.

13: Melissa Keir, Protecting Her Pigg – Arson and fire bring them together, but what will cause the most damage…the arsonist bent on revenge or their own stubborn ways?

14: Dani Haviland, Pool Boy Wanted (No Experience Preferred) – He’d never known a woman before, and that’s just how she wanted him.

15: Jacquie Biggar, Summer Lovin’ – Can two mismatched lovers find a way past their mistakes, or will they keep their lonely hearts forever guarded?

16: Angelique Armae, Dark Wolf – When Highland wolf Callen MacHendrie catches intern Miranda Kendrick stealing his prized sword, the term wild romp takes on a whole new meaning.

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Excerpts from a couple of books included in this boxed set:

SANDS OF SEDUCTION

She took a deep breath; was there ever a good time? She must do it; accept it, not hide away anymore. Right now she needed a roof over her head and a job far away from the taunts and stares.

Clary heard the letterbox of the front door, snap shut. The post, it was never ending; every day she gathered up over half a dozen envelopes and yet more leaflets, more dead trees. As she slammed the spam into the recycle bin, a glossy photo caught her eye. Her heart leapt, just what she was looking for; a cottage for sale in a picturesque hamlet, nestling at the foot of a forest in the South Downs. It was half way across the country, but the further the better. She frowned reading the message, maybe it was just a general advert, but it seemed personal.

Delighted you are reading this. I invite you to make an appointment as soon as possible. Your dream cottage by the sea is waiting for you; within easy reach of Brighton and London.

Phone or email Cecil Partridge now, don’t hesitate.

02890 760723 cpartridge@tellomail.co.uk

After pouring a fresh cup of coffee, she picked up the leaflet, taking it to the small dining room, serving as an office. Sitting at the PC, she bent to stroke the head of her white retriever, gazing up at her with those brown soulful eyes. ‘Would you like to live by the beach? Run on the sands, swim in the sea?’

Lila raised her head, with a huge smile, a pink tongue lolling out of her black lips. ‘Yes you would wouldn’t you. Okay – let’s do it. Right now.’ Clary googled ‘MoveNow’, the best website for buying and selling houses or apartments. She tried to swallow the hurt; it seemed so strange searching for property without Theo by her side. It was impossible to ban the memories, the grief. Clenching her teeth, she rubbed away the tears stinging her eyes; dread welled up. Fight it Clary, fight it. Her chest tightened, as she forced herself to search the list of properties for sale. After only a few seconds of scrolling along, she recognized the hamlet. There was more information on the list; it was near a medieval market town with an ancient castle. The tiny village was a picture postcard, composed of cottages either side of a cobbled street, with a village store. The price was low and within her range. It was all she needed or wanted.

 

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Dark Wolf

She believed in magick and witchcraft, but people turning into animals? That was insane. “That’s not possible.”

“I’m going to show you something and I don’t want you to freak out.” Callen slid off the chair. “Whatever I do, know I will not harm you. Don’t panic at what you’re about to see.” He stepped away from the table and closed his eyes, seemed to be concentrating on something very serious.

Miranda folded her arms. MacHendrie might have a good heart, and a hot bod, but the guy was definitely missing a few marbles upstairs.

Cal hunched. His hands shifted form, changed into paws. His entire body morphed. In a matter of mere seconds her sexy Scot had shifted into…a wolf. A real live, fur-covered wolf. His clothes were nowhere to be found, vanished just as had Callen’s human form.

Her heart skipped a bit. And not in a good way.

She inched off the chair.

“Don’t fear me, Miranda. I won’t bite.”

Oh. My. God. “How did you do that?”

“It’s called morphing”

“No, not the physical thing, the getting into my head part.”

“I just changed from human form into wolf and all you want to know is how can I get into your head? Aren’t you curious about the wolf part or anything else?”

“I would like to know how old you are.”

“I’m immortal. I’ve lived for more than a thousand years.”

“You don’t look a day over twenty-eight, twenty-nine.”

“It’s just the way things work with us.”

She took a few steps forward and held out her hand, ran the tips of her fingers over Cal’s now gray-haired head.

He nipped at her wrist. “Hey, you said you didn’t bite.”

“No. I said I wouldna bite. There’s a difference. And that was a nip, not a bite.”

She inched back and thought about what she’d just witnessed. If she could believe Jarle capable of capturing her heart’s aura in a locket, why not believe Callen MacHendrie could shift form? “The memory of me having paws for hands and feet. Do you think that was real or was Jarle just messing with my mind on that one?”

“You’re my mate, Miranda. I know it for fact. You’re as much wolf as am I, but I believe you are also half-witch. Your grandmother was a witch.”

It was nice to know something of her roots. But this whole wolf business intrigued her more for the moment. “Are we humans who can take wolf form or the other way around? And how old do you think I am? As old as you? Am I immortal too?”

“Humans who can shift into wolf. But the other kind do exist. As for your age, Vidar says you’re a new wolf. You’ve only been here for twenty-seven years. But yes, you’re immortal.”

The thrill of excitement thrummed through her body. She could never go back to Jarle now. She wanted to know about the MacHendrie wolves and their magickal world of shifting. “Teach me to take wolf form.”

“Morphing canna be taught. It must be brought about from the core of your soul.”

“Oh.” She frowned. “There’s no way I’ll ever be able to do it. I just can’t wrap my head around the dynamics, despite now believing it possible.”

“I’m sure you’ve done it before. Before Jarle came into your world. You’ll do it again, when you’re ready.”

Her gaze traveled to his hind right leg. A nasty pink scar ran down the length of it and no fur grew around it. “Is that scar the reason you use a cane?”

“It is. Jarle struck me with my own sword and then cursed both my wound and the weapon. It’s why I conceal the sword in the cane, so no one can touch its tainted magick.”

She reached over and trailed her fingers down the furless stretch of leg. “Jarle is a bastard. How could he have done this to you?” Now she knew why MacHendrie must have tried to kill the Viking witch. She’d have gone after Jarle too, if he’d jammed a sword into her leg. The pain Callen endured had to have been horrific.

A whine escaped Cal’s mouth.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“It’s okay. Just a bit tender to the touch. Though I must admit, the feel of your hand warms the scar and that’s never happened before.”

“Maybe we can work on it. I’ve formulated numerous salves in Jarle’s potting shed, several specifically for soothing sore muscles. If Rhys can get the ingredients, I can recreate them here.”

“I’ll talk to him.” Callen turned around and padded across the room, his wolf body disappearing behind the table.

“Where are you going?”

“To shift back.”

“Why are you hiding?”

He gave a low growl.

“Callen?”

“This was not a planned morph, Miranda. I will be naked when I change back.”

She rounded the table.

“A bit of privacy, please.”

“This coming from the same man who didn’t seem to mind taking in a good view of my breasts yesterday. Where was the privacy there?”

“Touché. But this is different. I will be fully naked.”

“And your point being?”

Callen growled again, a low guttural noise that sounded more annoyed than angry. “There is a kilt in the wardrobe on the far wall, in a box on the top shelf. Please bring it to me.”

“A polite wolf. Now that’s something I would have never expected.”

“Just bring the kilt, wumman.”

Miranda headed for the wardrobe. “You’re also a testy little dog.”

“Do not call me a dog.”

“You certainly bark orders like one. I hope you don’t expect me to cook dinner every night because that won’t be happening. I’m more a microwave chick.”

“Planning on sticking around, are you?”

“Crap. I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”

“Too late.”

She returned, kilt in hand, and froze. “What am I supposed to do now? I think it might be too heavy to drape over you.”

“You think me that weak?”

“No, but…”

“Just leave it on the floor.”

She placed the blue plaid garment at Cal’s feet.

“Now turn around. Please.”

“You are such a prude. I really didn’t expect that from you.”

Callen remained silent on the matter.

A few seconds later she felt the touch of his hand on her shoulder. She spun around. Her sexy Scot was back.

Miranda licked her lips, her gaze taking in the whole of Cal’s naked torso, from his ripped chest to his bulking biceps. The man was more gorgeous without clothes than she had imagined. “You really need to get a velvet-draped, four-poster bed.”

“Need? I already have one.”

“Get, out.” She slapped him on the chest. A playful little pat.

He pulled her close.

The aroma of bergamot filled her space, a note of clove topping it off. She ran her hand over his chest, brought her head to rest against his shoulder. “You smell incredible.”

“It’s my wolf scent and only you can detect it.” Callen lifted her chin with his finger. Lowering his head, he brushed his lips against hers.

Heat warmed Miranda’s body. The taste of fresh lime lingered on her tongue, coated her mouth as Cal’s tongue danced with hers. Callen MacHendrie was a man she could easily fall into bed with, maybe even love.

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