Hot Winter Nights

This cowboy can make any girl melt!

Montana in December is cold. Still, struggling actress Lila Loveridge is committed to the independent movie they’re shooting—despite frigid temperatures, an empty wallet and a sneaking suspicion that her acting career has frozen in its tracks. Good thing there’s a Montana cowboy hot enough to keep her warm.

Rancher Clint Landers is one tall, lean and sizzling specimen, and before long, Lila is shivering with pleasure. Their chemistry is impossible to resist. But while every night is deliciously wicked, every day is a reminder that they can’t have a future together. Because in order for Lila to follow her dream, she’ll have to leave her sexy cowboy behind...

“I hope you’re not one of those black-widow serial killers.”

“You found me out,” Lila said. “Now I’m going to kiss you to death.”

“You sound awfully chipper when you talk about murder,” Clint said, well aware that he’d stopped trying to get her to open up to him.

Avoiding the gearshift, she pressed against him, parting her lips and welcoming his tongue. The sweet taste of her mouth lured him closer, deeper.

Finally she pulled back. “Thanks,” she said, looking him in the eyes, “for offering to listen. I need this more.”

Absorbing the meaning behind her words, he nodded slowly.

He was her distraction. Not that he felt used. For whatever reason she felt safe with him, confident that he understood this was just a fling. That it would all come to an end the day the movie wrapped up and she left.

She’d said she needed this, and he was happy to give it to her. Hell, he’d give her anything she wanted for as long as she’d let him.

He cupped her chin and brought her face closer. “Kiss me.”

Dear Reader,

A few months ago, the town of Blackfoot Falls got shaken up by a movie being shot in the area—a story you can read in my previous book, Wild for You. In Hot Winter Nights, the movie crew has moved camp to a mile outside of town. Local cowboys have caught the acting bug and are lining up to be hired as extras in the Western indie film. Not so for Clint Landers, the younger brother of Nathan Landers from Behind Closed Doors. Clint wants no part of the Hollywood scene, and no one can convince him otherwise. That is, until he delivers a trailer of horses to the set and meets hair and makeup artist Lila Loveridge. Before too long poor Clint is gritting his teeth and agreeing to a lot more than he bargained for, all in the hope that lovely Lila will be waiting for him at the other end of the Big Sky Country rainbow. What he doesn’t know is that Lila is more than willing to share some special effects with the hotter-than-hot cowboy.

A couple years back, one of the reality shows that had to do with makeovers came to shoot an episode in the small town where I live. The cast and their huge painted bus were here for at least a day, maybe two. I don’t know for sure because I stayed in hiding for a week...just to be on the safe side. Yeah, cameras and I don’t get along. And now they’re in most cell phones and tablets. I’m trying not to take it personally.

Happy reading!

Debbi Rawlins

Hot Winter Nights

Debbi Rawlins

www.millsandboon.co.uk

DEBBI RAWLINS grew up in the country and loves Western movies and books. Her first crush was on a cowboy—okay, he was an actor in the role of a cowboy, but she was only eleven, so it counts. It was Houston, Texas, where she first started writing for Harlequin, and now she has her own ranch...of sorts. Instead of horses, she has four dogs, four cats, a trio of goats and free-range cattle on a few acres in gorgeous rural Utah.

Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

Introduction

Dear Reader

Title Page

About the Author

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

Extract

Copyright

1

“YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO be dead.” Staring over the woman’s shoulder, Lila Loveridge stopped in the middle of touching up Penelope’s dark roots.

“Don’t sound so disappointed.” Penelope picked up the script, with the revisions marked in a brilliant pink, and held it against her chest. “You’re not supposed to see that, anyway.”

Oh, for goodness’ sake, she’d left it in plain sight on her lap. It was obvious she wanted her to see. “When did Jason make those changes?”

“I shouldn’t be discussing this with you,” Penelope said with her usual air of superiority, which was one of the many reasons the film crew didn’t like her.

An icy gust shook the small trailer, and Lila shivered. The cold December wind that had been sweeping down from the Rockies for three days straight had everyone grumbling. They should’ve been wrapping up and getting out of Montana by now. Not camped a mile outside the small town of Blackfoot Falls, the ragtag trailers where they worked and slept powered by generators that could barely keep up with the frigid overnight temperatures.

On top of all that, they were three weeks behind schedule.