Alannah Lynne
Heat
Wave Series
March 23, 2015
March 23, 2015
Savin’ Me: Heat Wave
Series #1
Erik Monteague has spent
the past thirteen months trapped by the memories of his scorching-hot one-night
stand with Kat Owens. When she takes over his advertising account, he’s
more than happy to discuss positioning… but not the kind to increase his
business… the kind that will put her back in his bed and in his life.
While his perfectly executed seduction gets Kat back into his bed, their
emotional connection rips open old wounds and Erik is forced to either face his
tragic past, or spend the rest of his life running.
Advertising executive Kat
Owens has one last chance to prove to her aging grandfather she can be a
success. She can’t afford to be distracted by a charming, bad-boy client she
knows from personal experience delivers high-voltage sex but nothing more.
After succumbing to his advances and spending a weekend in Erik’s arms, she
realizes there’s more to life than a successful career and she sets out to
prove to him love can be good and lasting.
But Erik’s scars run deep
and love may not be enough to save him.
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Gavin McLeod is a man who has it all. His corporate climb has
positioned him as the next CEO at Holden Enterprises and he is financially
stable, allowing him to provide for the grandfather who raised him. His private
life is also on fire, as evidenced by the successful seduction of a sexy
bartender who gets under his skin and makes him crave more than just sex. Life
is perfect until the alluring woman in his arms turns out to be a serious
road-block to his future, one that could bring everything he's worked for
crashing down around him.
Sunny Black has spent her entire life tending to the needs of others: caring for her younger brother since she was ten, and serving bar patrons night after night. For the first time in years, she puts herself first, taking a trip on the wild side with a customer whose raw sexuality is too strong to deny. The next morning, however, she learns that in addition to rocking her world, the stranger might destroy everything and everyone she’s worked so hard to protect.
Sunny Black has spent her entire life tending to the needs of others: caring for her younger brother since she was ten, and serving bar patrons night after night. For the first time in years, she puts herself first, taking a trip on the wild side with a customer whose raw sexuality is too strong to deny. The next morning, however, she learns that in addition to rocking her world, the stranger might destroy everything and everyone she’s worked so hard to protect.
A game of sexual seduction and
corporate chess ensues, but when Gavin and Sunny are unable to negotiate a
satisfying resolution, Gavin’s boss steps in and puts both their lives at risk.
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The world's best-stocked
toy drawer can only take a gal so far. Bored with her current assortment
of vibrating, plastic pieces, building inspector Sam Wallace decides to add a
new sex toy to her
collection: Kevin Mazze. The irresistible Italian is happy to help her live out her long-held sexual fantasies, while also insinuating himself into her life and
winning the affection of her five-year old daughter. But just as Sam starts to
trust Kevin with her heart, as well as her body, she learns he’s committed an
unforgivable sin.
Myrtle Beach developer Kevin Mazze is one of the good guys. He's spent his life always doing the right things and making those around him happy, even if it means maintaining a relationship long after it’s reached its expiration date. When he meets the woman of his dreams, he finds himself making bad choices in the name of good and crossing lines he never thought he would... while praying she never learns of the secret he’s been hiding.
Myrtle Beach developer Kevin Mazze is one of the good guys. He's spent his life always doing the right things and making those around him happy, even if it means maintaining a relationship long after it’s reached its expiration date. When he meets the woman of his dreams, he finds himself making bad choices in the name of good and crossing lines he never thought he would... while praying she never learns of the secret he’s been hiding.
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A good ol’ Georgia boy teaches a
Myrtle Beach princess how to get down and dirty…
It’s been two years since Callie Holden helped put her father in prison, and since then, she’s learned a lot about life and herself. To Callie’s surprise, she actually likes working and has discovered money is a tool to be used for good… or evil. She also realizes even though she’s traveled the globe, she’s never truly lived. She longs for adventure and to experience a wildly passionate romance. The last place she expects to realize her dreams is in the arms of the ever-surly man she’s dubbed “The Beast.” But when Callie and Wade Neumann are forced to work together, unexpected chemistry changes everything. In Wade's arms, Callie finds the excitement and passion she’s been looking for, as well as a few other surprises.
Wade Neumann has spent the last year burying the pain and humiliation of being left at the altar by a woman who used him as a novelty toy before settling down with someone more like herself—someone rich. He’s lost himself in a stream of nameless females since then, but instead of the trysts helping him heal, he’s only grown colder and more jaded. He hasn’t moved on with his life. He’s merely stuck going through the motions… until he meets Callie Holden, a woman who looks like his ex but is actually the opposite—sweet, compassionate, loyal, and most importantly, not wealthy. Or so he thinks. Because just as he starts to believe things with Callie are real and true, she gives him thirty million reasons to doubt all over again.
It’s been two years since Callie Holden helped put her father in prison, and since then, she’s learned a lot about life and herself. To Callie’s surprise, she actually likes working and has discovered money is a tool to be used for good… or evil. She also realizes even though she’s traveled the globe, she’s never truly lived. She longs for adventure and to experience a wildly passionate romance. The last place she expects to realize her dreams is in the arms of the ever-surly man she’s dubbed “The Beast.” But when Callie and Wade Neumann are forced to work together, unexpected chemistry changes everything. In Wade's arms, Callie finds the excitement and passion she’s been looking for, as well as a few other surprises.
Wade Neumann has spent the last year burying the pain and humiliation of being left at the altar by a woman who used him as a novelty toy before settling down with someone more like herself—someone rich. He’s lost himself in a stream of nameless females since then, but instead of the trysts helping him heal, he’s only grown colder and more jaded. He hasn’t moved on with his life. He’s merely stuck going through the motions… until he meets Callie Holden, a woman who looks like his ex but is actually the opposite—sweet, compassionate, loyal, and most importantly, not wealthy. Or so he thinks. Because just as he starts to believe things with Callie are real and true, she gives him thirty million reasons to doubt all over again.
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Some might think the phrase, “you complete me”
is a just cheesy line from the movies, but Lizbeth Sanders knows better…
In MATTER OF TIME, Lizbeth has spent the past fifteen years desperately searching for someone to fill the void left by Logan Steele’s disappearance from her life. However, rather than finding love and happiness, all she’s found is disappointment, heartache, and an ever-present longing for the man she can never have.
Fifteen years ago, Logan Steele left the woman he loved to marry his high school sweetheart and be a father to the child he didn’t know he had. He’s always tried to do the honorable thing, to be a good husband and a great father, but despite his sacrifices and best efforts, the shaky foundation of his marriage crumbles and falls apart.
When his identical twin surprises him with a reintroduction to Lizbeth, Logan feels like he’s been given a second chance—at life and love. But a lot can change in fifteen years, and after hurting her so badly the first time, building trust isn’t just hard, it’s nearly impossible—especially when duty and obligation pulls him away again.
In MATTER OF TIME, Lizbeth has spent the past fifteen years desperately searching for someone to fill the void left by Logan Steele’s disappearance from her life. However, rather than finding love and happiness, all she’s found is disappointment, heartache, and an ever-present longing for the man she can never have.
Fifteen years ago, Logan Steele left the woman he loved to marry his high school sweetheart and be a father to the child he didn’t know he had. He’s always tried to do the honorable thing, to be a good husband and a great father, but despite his sacrifices and best efforts, the shaky foundation of his marriage crumbles and falls apart.
When his identical twin surprises him with a reintroduction to Lizbeth, Logan feels like he’s been given a second chance—at life and love. But a lot can change in fifteen years, and after hurting her so badly the first time, building trust isn’t just hard, it’s nearly impossible—especially when duty and obligation pulls him away again.
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Alannah believes there's nothing more magical than finding the other half of your soul, experiencing fiery passion, and knowing you've found happily-ever-after.
She loves going to work each day (in sweats and a T-shirt) and writing about hot heroes and feisty heroines who torment each other in the most delicious ways before finding their happy ending.
She lives in the coastal region of North Carolina with her husband, who also happens to be her best friend and biggest fan. They have two sons, a dog, and two cats.
Saving Me: Heat Wave Series #1
Excerpt #1
Oh man, not
the strawberry… not the strawberry… Aw, shit.
Erik
Monteague clenched his jaw and steeled his defenses against the impending
carnal assault. The laughing guests, jazz band, overflowing food
tables—everything at the Sinclair Marketing Group open house faded into the
woodwork as his field of vision narrowed down to ruby lips and the damn lucky
strawberry about to be sucked into them.
Her pink tongue
flicked across full, luscious lips, then scooped a bead of chocolate from the
bottom of the large, ripe fruit. She opened her mouth, slid the berry inside,
and wrapped her lips around it.
Good God Almighty. Erik
shifted his stance and stifled a moan. “I can’t believe I’m jealous of a piece
of fruit.”
A familiar chuckle
pierced his lust-filled haze, causing his pinpoint vision to snap back to
wide-angle view. From the corner of his eye, he spotted his best friend, Steve
Vex, making like a bartender, serving up a beer.
“What’s up?” Steve
asked, laughing.
The smirk on Steve’s
face proved the question was rhetorical, so rather than answering the jackass,
Erik swiped one of the beers. “Perfect timing.”
“Yeah, you looked
like you might be overheating.” Steve tipped his bottle in her
direction and hitched his chin. “I’ve never seen her before. Who is she?”
Who is she?
Erik stared at Steve
for a moment, perplexed by the simple question. It shouldn’t have required much
thought, but Erik, always a straight-shooting, tell-it-like-it-is kind of guy,
found himself hedging.
He pinched the bridge
of his nose and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to ward off the explosive
memories of her and their night together.
Her mouth—warm and
slick—wrapped tightly around him…
Her beneath him,
bottom lip caught between her teeth in an effort to hold back her screams… Her
mouth dropping open to gasp for air as she cried out her release…
Him waking and
reaching for her, only to find himself alone…
He swallowed hard and
scrubbed a hand down his face. “I don’t know who she is,” he said, somewhat
truthfully. After all, just because you knew someone intimately didn’t mean you
knew them.
Steve quirked a
pierced eyebrow. “Yeah, I think I’m going to have to call bullshit on that.”
At times, having a
friend who was closer than a brother was a true blessing. This wasn’t one of
those times. “Sometimes you’re a real pain in the ass.”
Steve’s lopsided grin
grew to obnoxious proportions. “Yep,” he said, “it’s something I live for,
especially where you’re concerned.” He took a sip of beer and waited. And
waited. And when Erik didn’t elaborate, he pressed the issue further.
“Seriously. What’s the deal?”
Erik took a long
drink of beer, then studied the floor and fought the urge to shuffle his feet like
a teenager being grilled by a suspicious parent. He and Steve had been friends
since the first day of kindergarten, when they’d both gotten into trouble for
standing underneath the monkey bars, sneaking peeks up the girls’ dresses. In
their twenty-seven-year friendship Erik had never kept anything from Steve.
Until now.
Unwilling to analyze
why he wanted to keep her identity, or the scope of their relationship,
private, when he’d never worried about that kind of thing before, he grinned
slyly and said, “My friend, we have shared many things. But whatever I might
know about her, I’m keeping to myself.”
“Damn.” All traces of
amusement dropped from Steve’s face, and he whistled low. “That sounds
serious.”
Erik bristled at what
he suspected could maybe, possibly be a spec of truth, if he allowed it to go
that far. But he recovered quickly and turned it into a joke. Nailing on a
smile, he said, “It is.” He took a moment to enjoy surfing the shock waves
rolling off his friend before adding, “Serious lust. You know, the kind that
results in sex that’s mind-altering, not life-altering.”
Shit. The instant the
words left his mouth, he knew he’d taken the sarcasm too far. He’d left an
opening big enough to drive a truck through, and, as expected, Steve barreled
in. “Dammit, Erik, it’s been ten years. When are you gonna let it go and move
on?”
Erik rolled his head
in a circle, attempting to loosen the muscles in his neck and shoulders that’d
suddenly snapped into tight bands. They’d had this conversation too many times
to count, and he didn’t want to have it again.
Not tonight.
Not ever.
Rather than delve
into the past—a past he couldn’t change or forget—he directed his attention
across the room to something much more pleasant.
Kat.
Bartender
Sunny Black had her head down in the beer chiller, her arm buried to the elbow
in ice, when she heard, “Can I get a blowjob, sex on the beach, and a screaming
orgasm, please?”
She rolled her eyes
and continued to shift bottles in the cooler without responding. She really
needed a better system for taking inventory.
The problem?
Bent over like this,
her ass stuck straight up in the air, which seemed to be an open invitation for
assholes to hit on her by ordering the raunchiest drink names they could think
of. Hard to believe these guys thought she hadn’t heard it all before.
She’d been hoping for
a quiet night, so she could close up early. But Mr. Hardy-har-har undoubtedly
had a posse—jerks always traveled in packs—and they always stayed until last
call, using every available minute to get as drunk and obnoxious as possible.
She’d be lucky if she got out of here before midnight.
She shifted the
Budweisers to the side and resumed counting. Seven. Eight. Nine.
Ten.
“Ma’am, did you hear
me?”
With her free hand,
she pulled the Dum-Dum out of her mouth and licked the sticky from her lips.
“Look, Romeo,” she said, tilting her head so her voice carried to him, rather
than echoing around the cooler, “I’ll give you five points for a nice, smooth
voice. But you lose ten for being a tad overzealous.”
She jammed the sucker
back into her mouth and resumed counting. Eleven. Twelve.
Thirteen.
“What the hell are
you talking…” His voice trailed off, and then roaring laughter settled over her
like thick, heavy honey drizzled on a piping hot biscuit.
He seemed genuinely
amused, and she grew curious enough about the man behind the laugh to risk an
encouraging look. She leaned back and lifted her head so she could see over the
bar.
Holy cow. Even
while slurping on a saliva-inducing butterscotch sucker, her mouth went bone
dry.
The guy’s features
were amazing. The Great Sculptor had pressed her thumbs into the flesh of his
cheeks, then pulled an upward stroke, leaving behind a slight indention, while
at the same time creating high, rugged cheekbones. His square jaw led to a square
chin that projected a strong, confident individual. His eyes were like
brilliant sapphires, topped by severe dark brows.
His features were
sharp, and if not smiling, he would appear harsh, hostile even. But softened by
that grin, she found him utterly—and literally—breathtaking.
“I think you
misunderstood my request.” His eyes twinkled with amusement.
As a bartender, Sunny
met good-looking men on a regular basis. Sometimes they tripped her trigger.
Most of the time, they didn’t. What she felt now catapulted beyond mild
interest and ranked more like an internal explosion capable of launching a
rocket.
Her flirting game had
been packed away so long she wasn’t sure she still had it. And if so, she
doubted she could find all the pieces. But this guy… he made her want to sort
through the game drawer and find as much as possible.
The biting sting of
ice—in which her arm was still buried to the elbow—cut through the lustful
haze, and her muscle jerked involuntarily. She glanced down, trying to remember
what she was doing prior to having her motherboard fried.
Inventory. Right.
Her cheeks blazed
with the embarrassment of her obvious attraction, and she could only imagine
the glow they were putting off. She bit down on the sucker, then tossed the
empty stick in the trashcan by her feet. “Sorry for being a smart-ass. Let me
finish this and”—she smiled, and searched for a flirty tone—“I’ll take care of
you.”
His blue eyes
darkened, and his eyelids relaxed. A slow, rakish smile crept across his full
lips, causing the tiny cleft in the center of his chin to deepen. “I look
forward to that.”
Damn. If they
weren’t talking drinks, this would be the opportunity of a lifetime.
When she finished
counting the beers, she patted her arm dry and grabbed three shot glasses off
the shelf. She sensed him watching her every move, and her skin heated under
his scrutiny. He wasn’t excessively tall, maybe six feet, but his presence
seemed to dominate her five-foot-four frame.
She wasn’t easily
intimidated, but the confidence and power he emanated, combined with the raw
sexuality she’d glimpsed a moment ago, made her knees weak.
Just once, I want to
have sex with a man like that.
Crossing Lines: Heat
Wave Series #3
Mirrored shades served
several functions. They looked cool. They protected the eyes. And they provided
the perfect cover for sizing up a man’s ass.
Sam Wallace always
found work boots sexy, and as Kevin Mazze stormed across the parking lot, he
screamed sex with a capital S. His powerful strides were
like those of a lion as he moved with authorial grace through the concrete
jungle he ruled, commanding attention and respect.
A sigh slipped from
her lips as she followed the roll of his shoulders under his light-blue
button-down shirt and the sway of the soft, well-worn denim.
He was the man her
mama warned her about.
The one her friend,
Cheri, begged her to find.
When angry, his eyes
were cold and hard and his lips compressed into a sharp, thin line. But when he
smiled, those steely eyes turned soft and gooey, like rich, dark chocolate, and
his bottom lip grew thick and plump, perfect for nibbling.
The whole package
reminded her of fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies, and her mouth watered for a
bite.
She hadn’t been with
a man since her piece-of-shit ex walked out. And even though Cheri encouraged
her to find one, Sam steadfastly refused. She didn’t need a man… At least,
that’s what she claimed.
Kevin Mazze, however,
put a little purr in her motor and made her want to take a test drive.
He wasn’t wearing a
ring—not that she’d been looking. She just happened to notice his finger was
bare as he silenced his phone… Right before she saw the dark, curling chest
hair peeking over the open top button of his shirt… Which she noticed when she
snapped her gaze upward in an attempt to not get caught staring at his crotch…
Which definitely snagged her attention.
Oh hell, who was she
kidding? Everything about Mazze called to her on a deeply feminine level,
guaranteeing him a starring role in all future fantasies.
“You’ll have to
overlook his irritability,” Wade said, interrupting her thoughts. “He’s on edge
because of the wedding.”
Her heart sank with
the sound of screeching tires, signaling an end to her dreams before they even
got started. “Oh, yeah? Who’s the lucky girl?” Realizing that might come across
more forward than she intended, she turned to Wade to clarify.
Before she could
formulate her defense as nothing more than a figure of speech, Wade said, “Oh,
no. I doubt Wildman will ever marry.” He laughed nervously. “He’s planning my wedding.”
A ridiculous image of
Mazze in a yellow sundress, wearing a matching hat and white gloves, directing
the flower girl and bridesmaid from the back of a church, flashed through her
mind. The scene was straight out of a bad horror movie and completely incongruous
with the real-life, testosterone-driven flesh and blood.
The closest Mazze
probably ever came to a dress was while removing one. Patience didn’t seem his
strong suit, so rather than dealing with delicate buttons or sticky zippers,
she imagined he would just rip and strip.
Kinda makes a girl
want to go out and buy a dress.
Going All In: Heat
Wave Series #4
As they made the short
ride from The Bellamy to Five Guys, Callie forced herself to ignore how much
space Wade took up in the seat, the way the interior of the work truck carried
his unique scent, or the condensation forming on the windows. The patches of fog
reminded her of the scalding hot car scene from Titanic,
and the urge to recreate the scene, here and now, had her shifting
uncomfortably in the seat.
Lord, her head was a
hot mess, and not just because the rain and humidity had turned her natural
curls into a tangled rat’s nest. Her cranial scrambled eggs had nothing to do
with the weather and everything to do with the perplexing man beside her. The
morning started off as she expected, with Wade being surly and gruff. But as
the day wore on, his hostility lessened and gradually slid down the scale to…
something else.
However, because of
her limited experience with men and her inability to see situations clearly,
she couldn’t figure out what the something else was. In
direct proportion to his lessening wildebeest impression, she caught rare
glimpses of his true nature, things she’d never been privileged to see before.
Like the soul-deep kindness that radiated from his eyes when he was concerned
about her hurting herself by trying to lift too much. Or the way his soft,
sensual lips pulled higher on one side when he smiled, giving him the
appearance of a mischievous little boy.
An impression that
was quickly dispelled when the eye wandered lower than his mouth. One look at
his large, hard body proved there was absolutely nothing
boyish about Wade Neumann.
He also seemed to be
noticing her in a way he never had before, and based on the scowl that usually
followed one of his heated glances, he wasn’t pleased about the newfound
interest.
Callie had a
reputation for being a prude, and she’d never been more dismayed about the
validity of that reputation than now. If she were like Jen—whose moral compass
had been zapped by the same unknown forces that caused planes and ships to
disappear in the Bermuda Triangle—she’d know exactly what to do to capture and
hold his attention.
But she wasn’t like
Jen, and she was clueless.
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