Propositioned?
Sarah Hewitt isn't a cat burglar…but her grandfather is. And now she's hoping he taught her enough tricks of the trade to return the diamond necklace he stole before anyone realizes it's gone. It's a risky proposition and Sarah knows it. Especially when Michael Wolff finds her in his room–and lures her into his bed….Millionaire Michael Wolff is used to women wanting him for his money, but he's never actually caught one with her hand in his safe before. And he doesn't like it–especially when, last night, he enjoyed having those same hands all over him! So what else can he do but make Sarah a proposition–her freedom, for his bed–and hope she doesn't steal his heart, too…?
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âMy, what big muscles you have,â Sarah whispered
She knew she was playing a dangerous game, but she couldnât seem to stop herself. No, she didnât want to stop herself.
âAll the better to hold you with,â Michael said, taking her mouth in a hungry kiss, before pulling her body flush with his own. Sensations overwhelmed Sarah. Cool against hot. Soft against hard. The intimate contact made her long for more, made her forget everything but this man. This moment.
As his mouth devoured her, his fingers stalked the buttons of her blouse, the zipper on her skirt. Before she knew it, she was wearing nothing but her lacy red bra and panties, lingerie bought on a whim yesterday to implement her New Yearâs resolution to take more risks. No more boring beige underwear.
No more boring beige life.
âAnd what big hands you have,â she gasped as his touches became more intimate.
She could sense rather than see his predatory smile.
âAll the better to ravish you with, my dear.â
Dear Reader,
My New Yearâs resolutions are usually fairly tame: lose weight, become more organized, stop procrastinating. Resolutions I usually manage to break before Valentineâs Day, unlike my heroine, Sarah Hewitt, who makes a New Yearâs resolution to take more risksâa resolution that ultimately lands her in the bed of Michael Wolff, a sexy stranger whoâs determined not to let her goâ¦literally. Now all Sarah has to decide is if she wants to escape!
I had so much fun writing a story for THE WRONG BED, one of Temptationâs most popular miniseries. And Iâd love to know what you think about Michael and Sarahâs story. You can reach me online at www.KristinGabriel.com or write to me at P.O. Box 5162, Grand Island, Nebraska 68801-5162.
Enjoy!
Kristin Gabriel
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25âTHE BACHELOR TRAP
27âBACHELOR BY DESIGN
29âBEAUTY AND THE BACHELOR
61âOPERATION BABE-MAGNET
OPERATION BEAUTY
This book is dedicated to my readers.
I hope wonderful things await you in the New Year!
Contents
1
SARAH HEWITT had never crashed a party before. Or broken into a safe. But there was a first time for everything, and tonight she was planning to do both.
Her black leather boots crunched in the snow as she stealthily approached the Wolff mansion. Bright lights shone from the tall windows gracing the front of the grand edifice, casting an eerie crystal glow on the snowy mountainside. Towering pine trees surrounded the open black wrought-iron gate, making it easy for her to slip inside the private grounds unnoticed.
Sheâd left her twelve-year-old Toyota parked on an unpaved road a half mile away. The crisp mountain air had numbed her cheeks as sheâd made the remainder of the journey to the Wolff mansion on foot. Now her breath came in quick, uneven puffs of frosty air, though more from the anticipation of the night ahead than the steep uphill hike sheâd just taken. Adrenaline pumped through her veins now, warming her from the inside out. She wiggled her frozen toes inside her boots as sharp pinpricks of feeling slowly flowed back into them.
From her vantage point on the mountain, she could see tiny dots of lights marking the city of Denver, which lay twenty miles to the east. Thatâs where she lived with her grandfather, who assumed Sarah was out celebrating New Yearâs Eve with her friends.
Little did he know she was about to follow his footsteps into a life of crime.
She moved swiftly in the shadows toward the mansion, watching as a steady string of shiny black limousines made their way around the circular driveway. Each one stopped briefly at the front entrance to let its costumed passengers disembark.
The Wolffsâ annual masquerade ball was one of the highlights of the Denver social season. Or so sheâd heard. Sarah didnât pay much attention to lives of the rich and famous. She was too busy trying to earn enough money so she could finally pursue her masterâs degree in sociology. She was currently working two jobsâas a bank teller during the day and a waitress evenings and weekends.
When Sarah had glimpsed an invitation to the Wolffsâ masquerade ball on the bank presidentâs desk, she knew it had been a little nudge from fate. It couldnât have simply been by chance that sheâd been given the perfect opportunity to correct a horrible mistake before it came back to haunt her family.
Standing near the front entrance now, hidden behind a massive marble column, Sarah watched as the doorman stood inside the open foyer to welcome the arriving guests. She pulled her long, hooded red cloak more tightly around her, grateful sheâd picked a warm costume.
Little Red Riding Hoodâs red wool cloak, elbow-length red gloves, and black leather boots were perfect for traipsing around a mountain in the middle of winter. As an added advantage, the gloves would ensure that she left no telltale fingerprints behind.
