His Southern Sweetheart
Seduction, Southern style!Reality show producer Amelia Marlow has a score to settle with sexy Nate Reyes—and buying him at a bachelor auction promises sweet satisfaction. After all, it's thanks to him that workaholic Amelia is on temporary leave in her sleepy Georgia hometown. The least he can do is help her while she's stuck there! But the forty hours of community service Nate owes soon turn into sensual and sizzling overtime…Nate wants to make things right with the gorgeous Amelia. Through sultry days and even hotter nights, Nate's surprised to find she's slowly turning his "no complications wanted" attitude into intense attraction. And he soon discovers that he'll do anything to prove that there's only one perfect place for Amelia—in his arms!
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Seduction, Southern style!
Reality show producer Amelia Marlow has a score to settle with sexy Nate Reyesâand buying him at a bachelor auction promises sweet satisfaction. After all, itâs thanks to him that workaholic Amelia is on temporary leave in her sleepy Georgia hometown. The least he can do is help her while sheâs stuck there! But the forty hours of community service Nate owes soon turn into sensual and sizzling overtime...
Nate wants to make things right with the gorgeous Amelia. Through sultry days and even hotter nights, Nateâs surprised to find sheâs slowly turning his âno complications wantedâ attitude into intense attraction. And he soon discovers that heâll do anything to prove that thereâs only one perfect place for Ameliaâin his arms!
âWhat are you doing here?â
âGetting a start on whatever it is you want me to do to you.â The light in her car died off, leaving them alone in the night air. An owl hooted off in the distance over the sound of a diesel truck entering one of the back roads. With all the nighttime orchestra, Nate still heard her gulp, not in fear but uncertainty. Had she bitten off more than she could chew by bidding on him tonight?
âAre you going to tell me what you have in store for me now?â Nate asked. His eyes focused on her plump lips. Sheâd reapplied a layer of gloss during the ride over here because he knew heâd kissed off the strawberry flavor back at the club.
âIn a rush to get back to Brittany?â Amelia countered. She pressed her manicured hand against his chest in a seeming attempt to put some space between them, but he felt the way her fingers lingered against his pecs.
Nate cocked his head to the side to study her face for a moment under the half-moonâs light. âBabe, youâve got me for a full week.â
âAnd then?â
He grinned.
Welcome back to Southwood, Georgia. These are a few words Amelia Marlow never thought sheâd hear.
R & R means something a little different in His Southern Sweetheart. For Amelia it stands for Reyes & Revenge. How can anyone want to seek revenge on such a hottie like Nate Reyes? Every time he did something sweet for Amelia, I just wanted to scream at her for being so mean.
Have I mentioned how I can take any situation and turn it into a love story? Combine this gift (as my friends and family validate this with a begrudging sigh) and my love for reality TV, and I thought Iâd stir up a little romance for those who work behind the scenes.
His Southern Sweetheart came out of my love for reality TV and the unsung heroesâthe television crew.
Carolyn Hector
Having your story read out loud as a teen by your brother in Julia Childâs voice might scare some folks from ever sharing their work. But CAROLYN HECTOR rose above her fear. She currently resides in Tallahassee, Florida, where there is never a dull moment. School functions, politics, football, Southern charm and sizzling heat help fuel her knack for putting a romantic spin on everything she comes across. Find out what sheâs up to on Twitter: @Carolyn32303.
I would like to dedicate this book to my one and only daughter, Haley, who binge-watches all of my inspirational reality shows with me. Thanks, Schmoopie!
Without the peace and quiet given to me by my son and four nephews (coordinated by my husband), I must acknowledge that without their cooperation, I wouldnât get any writing done!
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With the four-hundred-thread-count eggshell-colored Egyptian cotton sheets tangled around her feet, Amelia Marlow kicked the material off the edge of the bed and wrapped her legs around the muscular calves of her partner. Their chests rose and fell in unison in the afterglow of their phenomenal evening of marathon lovemaking.
âSo,â they both breathed at the same time.
A sly grin spread across her face at the way the two of them had hit it off, from the time they met at the bar to the last wave of their orgasms. If she didnât know any better, she would have expected their first meeting to have been scripted. Six-foot-two with golden-bronze skin poured over steel muscles that no T-shirt could hide. His eyes were emerald green and had been focused on her the moment he filled the bar doorway. Hot didnât even begin to describe this man. Like every woman there, heâd caught her attention the minute he walked in. Who knew a couple of hours ago, when heâd walked directly over to her and offered to buy her a drink, that theyâd end up with a nightcap in her hotel room? The first few moments, their conversation had been a string of flirty awkwardness and now here they were, speaking at the same time.
âYou first,â he said.
âDidnât I already?â Amelia replied with a purr.
