How do you forget the hottest night of your life?
Hayden Taylor awoke to silken sheets and the warmth of a hot, sexy guyâwait. Where the hell is she? And why is she naked in bed with an incredibly sexy stranger? She canât remember. The only thing Hayden knows for sure is that whoever he is, they had one very naughty night together.
Tony Garcia doesnât remember last night, either. All he and Hayden have to go on are their burned clothes, a ton of cash and a car painted to look like a ladybug. As they piece together their wild night, they find it increasingly hard to ignore the sizzling chemistry between them. But sometimes one crazy night isnât enough to forget that their lives are worlds apart...
She made him want things he had no business wanting...
Tony stroked the backs of his fingers across Haydenâs soft cheek. So smooth. So tantalizing. Then he fisted her hair around his hands, the tendrils curling and tickling his skin. Hayden pressed herself against him, the oh-so-slight brush of her nipples against his chest making him crazy.
More.
Had she moaned that? Had he? Hell, yes, he wanted more. So much more. Everything.
But with a deep sigh, she put some distance between them and slumped against the seat of the car, fighting for breath.
He found it difficult to drag in air, too. He wrapped his fingers around the steering wheel, commanding his body to settle. But despite the pain he knew heâd be feeling on the drive back to Dallas, he had to chuckle.
âGuess that answers the question I asked earlier.â
âWhat?â she said, her voice tight.
âYou feel it, too...â
Dear Reader,
The idea for Naked Thrill came about on a crazy, GPS-failing car trip with my best friend. So of course, Hayden and Tony had to have one mind-blowing adventure, too.
My favorite kind of trips are when you just hop in the car with no plans and no reservations and just drive, only stopping when something catches your eyeâyou never know where this type of trip will lead you. Although Iâve never had a vacation where Iâve lost my memories or my clothes (yet), it was a blast starting off Hayden and Tonyâs journey that way and giving them an adventure neither could forget!
Iâd like to say I felt a little guilty about making their lives so difficult, but I had too much fun seeing just how bad I could make it! I hope you enjoy reading about the detective work these two have to do on their past twenty-four hours, but also how they examine the choices and happenstances that put them on the path to finding one another.
You can always find me at my website, jillmonroe.com. Feel free to drop by unannounced!
Best,
Jill
JILL MONROE makes her home in Oklahoma with her family. When not writing, she spends way too much time on the internet completing âresearchâ or updating her blog. Even when writing, sheâs thinking of ways to avoid cooking.
This book is dedicated to my family, who, letâs face it, put up with a lot!
Special thanks to Gena ShowalterâI thought about listing all the crazy places and misadventures weâve had together, but, you know, NDA!
Special thanks to Deidre Knight and Adrienne Macintoshâyou ladies are great!
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HAYDEN STRETCHED LAZILY beneath the softness of the silk sheet. Ahhhh, heaven. Nothing like sleeping in late, allowing the chirping of the birds and the warmth of the sun on her cheek to wake her. Sheâd never been so warm.
Wait a minute. She didnât have silk sheets. And the kind of warmth next to her could only be provided byâoh, no.
Haydenâs eyes popped open. Well, as much as her worn-out body would allow her eyes to pop after doing who knows what the night before. Every muscle ached and her lips were dry fromâuh-huh, probably from too much lip-lock. Her fingers bunched into the sheet at her chest.
Please donât be naked. Please donât be naked.
She raised the sheet.
One hundred percent, bikini-line-glowing naked. Hayden lifted the sheet higher, dreading, hating that she must force her glance to the warmth beside her to confirm what she already knew.
Yep. A man. Just as naked. And he was exactly her type. Broad shoulders, nice sprinkling of hair across a muscular chest all leading to a flat stomach andâ
Stop right there. How did that gamblerâs remorse saying go? What happened last night would stay last night.
Only, what had happened last night? Hayden rolled to her side, drew her knees up and hugged them to her chest. She massaged tiny circles on her temples, easing away the tension and inviting her memories of last night to take its place.
Still nothing.
What was wrong with her? She didnât feel hungover. Had she been drugged? No, she didnât have that fuzzy, surreal grogginess sheâd read about in those PSA pamphlets in college. But clearly something had been done to her; she couldnât remember the night before. Picking up a stranger, getting naked and apparently dancing the horizontal mambo with a guy were usually things she remembered.