Lightning Strikes
THE RIGHT BEDThe first time Blaine Saunders spies the antique brass bed, she has to have it. Practical in every other way, she's suddenly discovered a weakness for sensuous beds where dreams come true.THE WRONG ADDRESSBut the chances of her beautiful bed being delivered to the wrong address twice are about the same as lightning striking twice. Who knew that could happen? Tracking down the elusive bed is exhausting. So when she finally finds it in a stranger's apartment, she's sure no one will notice if she has a quick nap….THE RIGHT MAN!Where is his bed? When Donovan Roy arrives home late one night, the last thing he expects to find is a different bed…complete with a sleeping beauty! And in a white-hot flash of shared passion, he knows he'll do anything to keep her…and the bed.
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Blaine wanted Donovan
More than ever, she wanted to make love to him. Fiery, passionate love. The kind that burned away all petty worries. She stared at his profile, wondering how to approach him.
âItâs getting awfully hot in here,â she whispered.
He looked around the room for a thermostat. âWant me to turn down theââ He broke off, as if he suddenly realized she wasnât talking about the temperature. âWellâ¦what do you want?â
Blaine shifted in her seat. Outside, the rush of rain and wind sounded like someone whispering, âLovers.â
Lovers. The thought thrilled her.
âWhat do I want?â To show him, she pressed her lips against his neck, taking tiny, nibbling bites. Emboldened by her fired-up libido and his sharp intake of breath, she leaned close to his ear and whispered, âI want to devour you.â
Dear Reader,
A year ago, my editor visited me in Colorado. We took a day trip to Manitou Springs, a lovely town nestled in the foothills of Pikes Peak, and we were talking about my writing a WRONG BED book. At that moment we walked past an old antique store with the most beautiful, ornate brass bed in the window and my editor pointed at it and said, âThereâs your Wrong Bed story.â
And thatâs the moment Lightning Strikes began taking shape in my mind. The story opens when Blaine Saunders, down on her luck and out taking a mind-cleansing stroll, is lulled into a store by a sensuously magical brass bed in the window. And on a whim, practical Blaine has a spontaneous moment and buys the bed!
Thatâs just the beginning of more spontaneous moments in Blaineâs lifeâmoments filled with fun, sensuality and some steamy adventures with a dark, handsome stranger who falls into her life, and into that brass bedâ¦.
I invite you to visit my Web site, www.colleencollins.net, where you can read about my upcoming Temptation novels, enter contests and more.
Enjoy Lightning Strikes! And like the heroine in the story, do something fun and sensual for yourself on a whimâ¦.
Best wishes,
Colleen Collins
Books by Colleen Collins
HARLEQUIN TEMPTATION
867âJOYRIDE
899âTONGUE-TIED
HARLEQUIN DUETS
10âMARRIED AFTER BREAKFAST
22âROUGH AND RUGGED
30âIN BED WITH THE PIRATE
39âSHEâS GOT MAIL!
Iâd like to dedicate this book to the Common Grounds coffee shop in Denver where Iâve sipped many lattes and written many romances. And thanks to my great friends in Denver with whom I shared lots of laughter and good times. John and Ralph, save a chair for me at the âLittle Bear.â
And thank you to my editor, Wanda Ottewell, for her ongoing encouragement and support.
Contents
1
BLAINE SAUNDERS GLIDED her fingers along the cylindrical metal and closed her hand tightly around it, loving its hard, smooth texture. Then she sucked in a gasp of air and sneezed.
Damn allergies. Still gripping the section of metal on the brass headboard, Blaine stuffed her other hand into her pants pocket and withdrew one of the always-present tissues she kept handy this time of year. Just a few minutes ago, sheâd sneezed her head off outside the Spice of Life coffee shop, one of her fav haunts in Manitou Springs. But then, almost everywhere in Manitou was a fav hauntâwhat wasnât to like about a picturesque mountain community filled with quaint shops and winding streets nestled at the base of Coloradoâs Pikes Peak?
But when summer hit, the temperatures spiked and the afternoon thunderstorms rolled in, changing the cozy little town into a bowl of pollen.
She blew her nose. June should be declared Pollen Month.
Tucking away the tissue, Blaine brushed her fingers along the glistening headboard and imagined how pleasurable it would be to sleep in this beauty every single night. She leaned closer, catching her reflection in its polished surface. The shimmering metallic image gave her big green eyes and shoulder-length auburn hair a magical allure she never felt in everyday life. If she held her head a little higher, her gold-tinged reflection looked almost like Liv Tyler in Lord of the Rings.
Blaine sighed deeply. Then coughed. Damn allergies.
Dabbing the tissue at her nose, she stroked her finger in a lazy path along a metallic curve, enjoying the streak of moisture left from her hot skin making contact with the cool metal. So cool. So hot outside. Would anyone notice if I pressed my hot face against this cool metal?
She looked around. Jerome, the store owner, stood by a window, his hair glinting silver in a stream of sunlight, where he fastidiously dusted off an antique cabinet. But no one else was around. Great. She leaned over and pressed her forehead, then her cheek, against the sleek metal.
Ahhhhhh.
This had to be better than sticking her face in front of a fan, which sheâd been doing back at her office all morning long. Especially after David called to announce he was engaged to another girl, although the fan didnât, unfortunately, blow away her disappointment. So sheâd reminded herself that four months of Thursday-night dates didnât necessarily equate to ever-after.
