Lucky wore nothing but an apron
The shoulder straps barely covered her breasts. Her fiery red hair framed her face in a riot of sexy curls. Sheâd brought a large metal spatula with her from the kitchen, and the way she held it seemed to indicate that if the need arose, she could use it for something other than turning food.
Colinâs throat tightened as she leaned against the doorjamb, causing one of the straps to move so that her nipple peeked out. He stared at her intently. âCome here.â
Her green eyes twinkled at him naughtily. âI would, but Iâm afraid I might burn something.â
âBaby, the only thing burning is me sitting here looking at you looking like that.â
She slapped the spatula into her opposite palm, her gaze traveling in a leisurely way over his nude body where he sat on the bed. The action made him entertain all sorts of ideas about what she could do with the utensil.
âOver easy or sunny-side up?â
Colin allowed his mouth to curve into a slow, suggestive smile. âAny way I can get you.â
Dear Reader,
In our first SLEEPING WITH SECRETS title, Forbidden, you met Leah Dubois Burger and bad-boy-to-the-bone J. T. West. And their relationship was really, really hot! But if you thought that was intense, just wait until you feel the chemistry between Colin McKenna and Lucky Clayborn!
In Indecent, sexy psychologist Colin refuses to take on provocative Lucky as a patient, namely because he wants to have sex with her in the worst wayâ¦. Unfortunately, itâs also in a way thatâs dangerous to his career. You see, this isnât the first time heâs dealt with a patientâs desire, and that episode is the reason he now handles only group appointments. But all too easily Lucky turns the tables on him, making him feel as if heâs the one needing help. And with Lucky, he isâ¦.
Colin and Luckyâs story is so unlike anything weâve written before. We hope it proves to be one of those one-sitting reads for you! Weâd love to hear what you think. Write to us at P.O. Box 12271, Toledo, OH 43612, or at [email protected]. And be sure to visit us on the Web at www.BlazeAuthors.com and www.ToriCarrington.com.
Hereâs wishing you love and hot, memorable reading,
Lori & Tony Karayianni
aka Tori Carrington
GOING WITHOUT sex wasnât Colin McKennaâs idea of a good time. Which meant heâd had a pretty lousy time of it for the past three months.
His athletic shoes clapped against the cement walkway paralleling the Maumee River, his cadence even, the sound of his breathing filling his ears. To his right, the sun was just beginning to break the horizon causing the temperature to rise on the clear June day. Heâd run this route along the river ever since buying his downtown penthouse condo last year. But in the past three months the route had lengthened and lengthened along with his rising level of sexual frustration.
Another man might take things into hand, literally.
Colin preferred running.
His lungs began burning, protesting the pressure he was putting on them. He grudgingly slowed his paced then came to a stop, panting as he turned toward the sunâs rays and squinted out over the river to the East Side and International Park. Heâd grown up here in Toledo, Ohio, though a long way from downtown in the suburb of Sylvania. But he hadnât hesitated when a block of newly renovated condos had gone up for sale in an old department store building, putting him in the heart of the midsize city that was an intriguing mix of old and new.
He took several deep breaths, each slower than the one before, as he brought his pulse rate under control. As a psychiatrist, he knew the power of mind over body. It was of some interest, then, that his body was increasingly overruling his mindâs need for control.
Heâd never paid much attention to the importance of sex in his life until heâd been falsely accused of indecent behavior by one of his patients three months ago. That was when his attorney had suggested he go without until the case was either dropped or settled in order to create a picture of himself as a model, upstanding citizen. Not that he hadnât been that before, but he realized he had been a serial dater.
The case was also the reason why he no longer counseled patients one-on-one but rather took only group and couples sessions.
Three hours, a shower and two such therapy sessions later, Colin sat back in his office chair, listening as the married couple before him bickered about the price of their last meal out. Actually it didnât matter what the topic was, the couple would argue about it. How theyâd managed to keep from killing each other much less stay married for the past ten years was beyond him.