Craving more romantic suspense where the bad guys are really bad? Dangerous Intentions and the sequel Treacherous Wishes were so much fun to write because not only did I get to write hot heroes and dangerous bad guys, I also mixed some paranormal in there as well. Enjoy this snippet from Dangerous Intentions.
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A woman searching for the perfect man…
Wealthy magazine editor Kiley Chapman lives with the frightening memory of her kidnapping ten years ago. When she advertises for a man for a hero profile article, she soon discovers sinfully sexy bodyguard Scott Danger lives up to his name. Charismatic and confident, he erodes her resolve to stay cool and uninvolved.
A man in serious peril of losing his heart…
Security specialist and ex-Special Forces soldier Scott Danger prides himself on having impeccable restraint—a man who disciplines both mind and body. It’s questionable how long he can resist his powerful and heated attraction to Kiley—and all bets are off when he must protect her from a deadly stalker bent on destroying all they hold dear.
Two wounded souls meet their match…
The wildfire sexual attraction between them guarantees sparks they may not want to acknowledge but can’t ignore. So while Scott guards her body, and Kiley guards her heart, neither one can fight the sensual and emotional hunger that swirls between them, consuming them.
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Caught between a fierce blazing anger, and the sensation that something hot and unbidden flared between them, she took a deep breath.
His eyes turned wolf on her. Mysterious. His gaze took in everything about her, and she could have sworn he could read her mind.
Lord, he ought to bottle it and sell it. He could make a fortune seducing women with that look.
“What do you care about?” she asked. “Winning the next verbal battle? Making your point?”
Scott dropped his hand back onto the wall. One corner of his wide mouth turned up, and Kiley pinpointed her stare onto the spot, unable to look away.
“I haven’t made many points with you.”
Her gaze flicked to his again. “Try Andrea in the magazine accounting office. She’s single, available, and not as picky as I am.”
“Picky? About what?”
“The men she sleeps with.”
With his other hand, he touched the hollow of her throat. She sucked in a slow breath as the heat from that delicate, single touch spilled hot across her skin. “What kind of men do you sleep with, Kiley?”
She rallied against the arousal tightening with hot coils inside her. She sighed. “You’re crude, you know that?”
“Add rude and lewd and you’ve got all the clichés down.”
She made a scoffing noise in her throat and pushed against his chest again. When her fingers landed on his hard torso, the sensation tantalized Kiley as nothing had in a long time. She imagined Scott’s chest and powerful arms naked for her touch. Dark hair peeked from the open collar of his shirt. Did he have a hairy chest, or did that bit of masculinity tease her unnecessarily? Blond head. Dark chest hair. A delicious combination. Almost against her will, her hand smoothed over his red polo shirt. She wanted him bare under her exploration, and the realization startled her.
He tilted her chin until she gazed up at him. She quivered under his gentle touch as his hand came up and caressed her cheek. “You sure as hell don’t want rescuing.”
Her throat felt dry and aching with tension. “I never said I wanted to be rescued.”
“You wanted a hero for your magazine article. Instead you got involved with something a hell of a lot nastier than you expected. Now you’re in over your head and you don’t want help when it’s right here in front of you. Isn’t that a little twisted?”
“A little twisted is us in this alley having a conversation like we’re on Park Avenue or something. Can we get out of here?”
“Not until we get a few things straight. You aren’t going anywhere without me from now on, is that understood? I’m glued to your hip.”
“But—”
“You aren’t to put one pretty, painted toenail out the door unless I tell you.”
“For your information, I don’t paint my toenails. For a hotshot you sure aren’t very observant.”
His brows drew together and his mouth dropped open. She almost smiled. It felt good to see this big, confident man lose street audacity. Scott looked down at her short hemline and took in the length of her bare legs and her sandal shod feet with a long, hungry perusal. His salacious grin set warmth into her belly that burned steady. His fingers traced over her throat again and into the hair at the back of her neck and her eyes almost closed at the exquisite sensation.
“Forgive me,” he said. “You’re not to put one beautiful, naked leg, or toe, outside a door without me going first. Got that?”
She simmered, but not from anger. Did this man realize what he did to her? She didn’t seem to have control over her reactions to him and her frustration level escalated.
“Okay, that’s enough. I’ve got enough material for the entire hero article just from the last two days,” she said. “The magazine spread is yours. Jackson Cole can kiss it goodbye.”
“You think getting a dumb-assed magazine spread changes anything? Do you think I’m not serious?”
“No, Mr. Danger.”
“Would you please just call me Scott? You called me Scott before. Why is it so hard for you?”
His voice went soft and husky. Intimate. It reminded her of last night when he’d gazed at her over the dinner table and tried to stare her down. He’d won the battle then because she couldn’t handle the crystal warmth in his eyes that knocked her breath away. Scott was right, though. She had broken down more than once and called him by his first name. But that didn’t mean she would continue in the same vein.
“This isn’t the fifties. I’m not Ozzie and you sure as hell aren’t Harriet. You can call me by my first name.” Scott shifted.
“Great. We’re standing in a stinking, grimy alleyway discussing movies and television shows.”
He shrugged. “All in a day’s work. You should see what I was doing last week.”
“You hole up in alleys with women every day?”
That smile came across his face and stupefied her. God, didn’t the man know his grin gave off megawatts of virile charm?
“Only with beautiful women with stubborn mouths they can’t keep shut.”
“That’s a first. I don’t think I’ve ever been complimented and insulted in the same breath.”
“Call me Scott,” he said huskily.
He could do what he liked with her, to her and at her. She wouldn’t budge on this item. “Bite me.”
He angled his head closer, his breath warm on her face. Sensual heat rolled through Kiley. “That can be arranged.”
