âWould you like me to go deeper?â
âYes.â She could almost feel the pressure of his fingersâright where tension was coiled tightest at the center of her body. She wantedâno, she neededâto be touched right there, at the farthest point.
âIâm going deeper, Sierra.â
Ryderâs voice was so low, and in response to the words every muscle in her body strained toward the climax, which built and built until the release shot through her in one long, widening wave of pleasure that went on and on.
Reality trickled back in bits and pieces. Her breath was coming in short gasps, and she was still standing, thanks to the solid door at her back. She feltâ¦weak, butâ¦wonderful.
Then Sierra became aware of her surroundings. She was standing in the doorway of a shop in the middle of Georgetown and sheâd justâ¦
âSierra?â
Sheâd justâ¦heâd just⦠Some of the heat in her body flooded her cheeks. My God, sheâd just had phone sex! And it was the best sex sheâd ever hadâ¦.
Dear Reader,
I love to write stories about strong women who find the courage to take risks. And creating the RISKING IT ALL miniseries for Harlequin Blaze has allowed me to do just thatâthree times.
Psychologist Sierra Gibbs, the youngest of triplet sisters, has lived all of her life on the sidelines. Up until now, romance and adventure were things she experienced only vicariously in books and films. As for great sexâwell, so far sheâs been researching that instead of getting any.
However, all that is about to change! Sierra is about to change. Inspired by her own curiosity and her sistersâ recent experiences, sheâs determined to break out of the cocoon of academic life and embark on a sexual adventure of her own. How hard can it be? Using the same technique that has earned her two Ph.D.s, Sierra makes a listâa five-step plan to initiate a sexual adventure with a man.
But before she can even implement step one, she runs into a sexy, rugged stranger in a bar who kisses her senseless. Then she shocks herself by kissing him right back. Even more shocking, sheâs tempted to toss out her list and cut straight to step five! That isnât like her at all.
Can one kiss have the power to change a person? Sierraâs pretty sure that kind of transformation happens only in fairy tales. Stillâ¦the only way to really find out would be to kiss that stranger againâ¦and again.
I hope you get a kick out of reading Sierra and Ryderâs storyâand that youâll want to read Natalieâs story (The PropositionâMay) and Roryâs story (The DareâJune). For excerpts from these stories, contests and news of upcoming books, be sure to visit my Web site, www.carasummers.com.
Happy reading,
Cara Summers
To my editor Brenda Chin.
This is the seventeenth book weâve worked on together. You make me a better writer. Thanks for everything! To my sister Janet. I canât imagine my life without you. And to sisters everywhere.
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Epilogue
Summer 1999
STEALING THE OâMalley necklace was going to be a challenge that would require all of the skills Harry Gibbs had honed to perfection over a long and successful career. The way Harry saw it, the risk itself was almost more important than whether or not heâd pull off the heist of what many in Ireland believed to be a national treasure.
Harry had done extensive research on both the family and Arden Castle, their ancestral home. The OâMalleys claimed they could trace their roots back to the Celts. The castle didnât date back quite that far, but it was built like a fortress with high stone walls on three sides and a drop to the sea on the fourth. Harry planned to gain access by climbing up that cliff. He smiled at the thought.
When his horse shifted nervously beneath him, Harry lowered his binoculars and patted the animalâs neck, âEasy, Dracula.â
âThatâs a nice horse.â
Startled, Harry turned to see a young woman with the greenest eyes heâd ever seen studying him through large, wire-framed glasses. She was slim, with a boyish build, and her long, straight hair was the rich shade of red that had been captured in all of the portraits Harry had found of the OâMalleys. He guessed her age at fourteen or fifteen, which meant she was probably Bridget, the youngest daughter of the current residents of the castle. And sheâd sneaked up on him like a master thief. He couldnât help but admire her for it.
âDracula is a very nice horse,â Harry agreed with a smile. âDo you ride?â
The hand that sheâd raised to pat the horse dropped without making contact. âNo. I have asthma. Iâm not even supposed to be out here on the hill. Too many allergens in the air.â
âAh.â Harry nodded in understanding. âYouâve gone AWOL.â
âYes.â She sent him the barest hint of a smile. âI do it quite a bit. Youâre not supposed to be here, you know. The land is posted.â