Blizzard Bound

Ellora's Cave
ISBN: 9781419925139
Genre: Contemporary
Release date: January 31st, 2009
Length: Novella
 

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Out now from Ellora's Cave!

 

 

 

Peanut butter has been plastered under his door handle, sugar placed in his A/C vents and a rude sign taped to the trunk of his car. Needless to say, Berk isn’t laughing.

 

The failing economy has forced Berk, once a big-city vice president, to return to work for his father’s construction company in small-town New York. As if being laid off isn’t bad enough, the outfit’s secretary, Lani Turner—who also happens to be annoyingly sexy—has decided him haze him. After several of her pranks, Berk decides a little payback is in order—but his actions spur a chain of events that trap them both at the office in the midst of a blizzard, half dressed and with only each other for body heat.

 

Recently divorced, another man in her life is the last thing Lani needs. But resisting Berk’s good looks and annoyingly bossy charm? Futile. Their passion as they come together is hot enough to melt snow. But when day breaks and the plows move in, will this sworn one-night stand change everything?

 

 

Excerpt

Holy hell.

If catching her bent over the file cabinet this morning had been…off-putting…Berk was pretty sure he was a goner. Shoot, maybe he’d been hit by a Mack truck along that painstaking cold trek to get here. Been banished straight to hell…agonizing, tortuous hell.

That or this was heaven. And she was the hottest angel to cross through those pearly gates. All for him.

Ah yes, hell or heaven, one of the two. Not able to endure much more, he prayed for the latter, because there Lani was, singing and slurping noodles minus her pants, bare feet propped on the desk, ankles crossed, revealing long, shapely legs. The curved arch of the sweetest ass cheeks in all existence—at least his—the tiny triangle of a lime green thong that matched her nails, barely covering her pussy, its braided roping running intimately between her butt crack. Like he was dying to do right about now.

Instantly, despite his numb body, he was hard. Rock-hard. Not sure he dared move for fear he’d jump her bones, hurl her over the desk and take her. Hard and fast, no going back.

There was that spanking to consider as well. Well-deserved and then some at this point.

How could she not have heard his boots pounding off snow on the wooden steps? His key twisting in the knob?

Not sure what to say or do, Berk stood there, stunned. Cold air from the open door wafted inside. The heat kicked on. Sticky, half-frozen blood clung to his hair and nape. His head ached.

Both his heads ached.

Aware some sort of action was necessary—other than to continue gawking like a fool at his dad’s unsuspecting office manager—Berk kicked the door shut behind him, purposely too vigorously, and when the ensuing bang that followed didn’t snap her out of it, he stalked several feet forward. “Lani!”

Huge eyes snapped open and Lani jumped, screeching as she bolted to her feet. “Oh my God! Berk!” Then her gaze locked on him and she was flying, earbuds momentarily catching her as she flung them away and scrambled his direction. “You’re bleeding! What happened? Did you have an accident?”

Well hell… He’d been pretty sure she would run. But not to him.

Instead, frantic fingers caught the clean side of his face and she arched on tiptoes, turning his head to inspect the damage as if she had no recollection that she was half naked. If possible, his cock grew harder. Strained for release. Painful throbs followed everywhere her warm fingers touched, thawing his numb skin.

“I, um…” His voice gruff, he caught her hand, wrapping her tiny wrist in his swallowing grip and pushing it away. Her simple touch, so soft and sweet and warm, was fire on his face. “An accident, yeah. But no worries, I’m fine. Dad’s truck, not so much.”

A shudder racked his frame.

“You’re a liar—you’re soaked to the bone. Where’s your coat, anyway?”

“Blocking the snow from filling up the cab of the truck.”

“The truck? Who cares about the truck? You could have gotten yourself killed!”

“Sweetheart, it’ll take more than a lil’ snow to down me. I’m fine.” He wriggled the collar of his shirt. “It’s a little hot in here, actually.”

“Because your body temperature is down so low! Jeesh!” Wrenching free, she dropped to her knees before him, fingers attacking his boot laces. “Let’s go then. We have to hurry and get all these wet clothes off before you catch your death. I have a first-aid kit in the breakroom.”

Take off his clothes? In front of her? Did she have any clue what she was asking? And how could his skin be burning when his clothes were practically frozen to him?


Reviews


4.75 stars! "Alyssa Brooks sure knows how to turn up the heat especially in a blizzard. Not to be missed!" Melinda, Night Owl Reviews

4 Stars! "Hot Damn! This little tale will light your fires. Easy to read, the sizzling chemistry has you flipping pages as fast as you can.  Love it and look forward to much more from one of my favorite authors." Thia McClain, The Romance Readers Connection

"The chemistry between them sizzles, and the sex between them is hot, and a little s A steamy tale despite its snowy setting, BLIZZARD BOUND is a book you won’t want to miss." Jennifer Bishop, RRT Erotic

"HOLY HOTNESS!!! What a great read!! I laughed, I squirmed and totally dug it!!* SNAPS* Ms Brooks, on a superb job!!!" Seriously Reviewed