Quinn had her at his mercyâ¦
The night Quinn had first met Dulcy, all heâd wanted was a quick roll in the hay. Then heâd discovered she was his best friendâs fiancée. Nowâ¦well, now he wanted to show her all the things Brad never could. Make her beg for him in a way that made her question her choice in men.
âIâve always admired women who are comfortable in their own skin,â he murmured, stirring her hair with his breath. âWho feel as comfortable out of their clothes as in them.â
Her shudder seemed to ripple straight to the core of him.
âTell me, Dulcy,â he whispered in her ear. âWould you like to be naked with me right now?â
She blinked at him, her eyes swimming with desire and confusion. Her lips parted, as if awaiting his kiss.
Quinn gave into the urge to groan. She hadnât put her panties back on after their morning encounter in the ladiesâ room. The thought of her walking around in public for the past three hours, naked under her skirt, air caressing her soft flesh, made him rock hard.
He didnât know how he was going to pull it off, but he had to convince her that he really was the best manâ¦.
Dear Reader,
A few years ago, we had the opportunity to drive to California on the infamous Route 66. Havenât you done it? You have to! And along the way, put aside some special time to explore New Mexico. By far, the state was the most magically romantic place we encountered along the way. Once youâre there, gaze out at the infinite rolling desert, broken only by breathtaking mesas at sunset, and tell us if you donât see our characters, Dulcy Ferris and Quinn Landis embracing in the distance. (And be thankful you canât see what else theyâre doingâ¦.)
In A Strangerâs Touch, sexy litigation attorney Dulcy Ferris is one week away from entering a passionless marriageâ¦until gorgeous Quinn Landis tempts her with everything she told herself she didnât need but now urgently wants. One blazing night of passion leaves her questioning everythingâincluding the mysterious disappearance of her fiancé, and the realization that her new lover is also the best man!
We hope you enjoy Quinn and Dulcyâs sizzling adventure. Let us know what you think. You can write to us at P.O. Box 12271, Toledo, OH 43612, or visit us on the Web at www.toricarrington.com.
Happy (and hot) reading!
Lori & Tony Karayianni
aka Tori Carrington
This oneâs for the foreign publishers who make our books available to readers around the world, including, but not limited to, the warm and wonderful people at Mills & Boon and Harlequin Hellas. And for those same readers, who are more similar to us than different. You prove that romance knows no boundariesâ¦.
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
MAYBE THERE WAS SOMETHING to the saying that women reached their sexual peak in their thirties. Dulcy Ferris shakily tried to light a forbidden cigarette as she sat in the bathroom stall of Rageâthe nightclub that was all the rage in Albuquerque, New Mexico, that her two best friends had brought her to. The lighter sheâd had forever didnât seem to want to produce a spark. Not that it mattered. Lately her body seemed to be sparking enough for a thousand lighters.
Finally a tiny flame. Dulcy pulled deeply on the cigarette, then sat back on the closed commode seat, resting her head against the cool ceramic tiles behind her. Sheâd be the first to admit that she didnât buy into the whole biological clock scenario. Thatâs not why she was marrying Brad Wheeler in a week. It wasnât the reason why at thirty she was marrying for the first time. But it did strike her as strange that lately her hormones seemed to be running on overdrive, filling her with all sorts of decadent urges sheâd never even thought about before, much less entertained. Then there were all theâ¦weird physical side effects. Her skin seemed to tingle constantly. Her nipples were eternally taut. Her inner thighs seemed to generate a heat all on their own. And the mere act of taking a shower made her eye the soap in a naughty way, igniting in her a desire to do all sorts of wicked things to her own body.
She glanced at the glowing end of the cigarette, her gaze languidly sliding over her fingers and arm. Even now a light sheen of sweat coated her skin, though the central air system of the hotel that housed the club was likely adjusted to handle the dance-generated heat. If she didnât know better, she would think she was suffering from an early stage of menopause. But she remembered when her mother had gone through her hot flashes. No, she definitely was not experiencing that. Catherine Ferris had been a murder away from becoming a homicidal maniac during that rough two-year period and her activity level had seemed notched up to warp speed. Dulcy, on the other hand, couldnât seem to drum up enough energy to open the jar of dill pickles that had sat unopened in her refrigerator for the past month, despite countless half-hearted attempts that left her staring at the contents as if they were some unattainable dream.