Didnât Tori Ford think about anything but sex?
If answering the door wearing little more than a transparent robe over her lingerie was any indication, no, she did not. And that was bad news for Adam and his determination to remain strictly professional. He could pretend she was fully clothedâand hope she didnât do anything more outrageous.
âShall I come back later?â he asked in a voice that didnât sound as raw-edged as he felt. Despite his intentions, his gaze drifted to her pouty lips pursed to kissable perfection. So tempting⦠He should have had the self-control to stop there.
He didnât. His gaze fell to her breasts, barely concealed by her silky bra, to her slim waist, to the scrap of fabric that hardly qualified as panties.
The blood drained from his head so fast he felt dizzy. He immediately raised his eyes, catching Toriâs sexy smile.
âActually, I need your help with the zipper of my dress.â She turned and walked into the room, treating him to a remarkable view of her backside.
This was one temptation he couldnât resist.
Dear Reader,
I hope youâre enjoying my steamy miniseries FALLING INN BEDâ¦and the various ways that falling in bed can lead to falling in love.
After Laura and Dale (Hot Sheets, Blaze #153) finally gave in to their long-term lust, I decided to explore a case of âsparks at first sight.â After all, falling in love should be fun, and Iâve never met a man more in need of lightening up than Adam Grant. As the assistant general manager of the âmost romantic getaway,â he has a responsibility to his guests, and himself, to get into the spirit of things.
Fortunately for Adam, reporter Tori Ford arrives to cover the Naughty Nuptials, and as it turns out, sheâs not content to report whatâs happening at Falling Inn Bedâshe wants to experience the magic for herself. Now she just has to convince Adam to share that magic, tooâ¦.
I hope you enjoy Tori and Adamâs love story. Let me know. Drop me a line at www.JeanieLondon.com. And look for Miranda and Troyâs story, Pillow Chase, Blaze #161, coming next month!
Very truly yours,
Jeanie London
To Stephanie Kondas. Thirteen seems like forever ago (it was?!) and Iâve appreciated every day of your friendship since. Now repeat after me, âWeâre going to be *sskickinâ little old ladies who know how to have funâ¦in the very distant future!â
Prologue
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
Epilogue
SEXUAL CHEMISTRY wasnât a thing like champagne.
Tori Ford always knew what to expect when she poured a flute of her favorite beverageâperfectly chilled, a sugar cube tossed in because more fizz made that first sip burst over her tongue like tiny orgasms.
With sexual chemistry, on the other hand, she never knew quite what to expect. Fortunately, Tori liked surprises because her latest assignment had started off with a bang. She never expected to walk through the grand entrance of Falling Inn Bed, and Breakfast, known locally as Falling Inn Bed, and get caught up in the spirit of this romance resort so quickly.
Oh, she knew all about the place. No one who lived in Niagara Falls could have missed the rebirth of this historic property from failing hotel to winner of the prestigious Most Romantic Getaway Award, lauded by hospitality magazines and industry periodicals worldwide.
With a philosophy that translated into something like âLife belongs to lovers and lovers belong naked,â Falling Inn Bed backed up their stance with romance-themed suites designed to get couples feeling amorous. They even let staff members with titles such as the bedding consultant loose on their guests.
While a big proponent of anything promoting lâamour, Tori reserved opinion on the innâs bedding consultant. She reserved opinion on a few things about her latest reporting assignment, actuallyâincluding walking through the door to a powerful case of lust at first sight. Yet one look at Adam Grant, the too-attractive assistant general manager, and the bulb on her lust-o-meter popped like a cork from a champagne bottle.
That the man looked like someone her family would approve of came as another surprise. Tori usually went for the rough-around-the-edges, daring and dangerous types who wouldnât be welcomed within five miles of the family mansion.
But her family would have flung the doors wide for this one, with his neat sable hair and black eyes. His custom-tailored suit hugged his body like a glove. He was tall, handsome and too conservative with a composed air of self-assurance.
Adam made her itch to rough up the veneer of powerful male he wore along with his intense expression. And while his businesslike appearance and serious demeanor didnât interest her, everything simmering below it did.
As a reporter, Toriâs observation skills were top notch. She recognized the calm deliberation in his gaze, the calculating mind, the tension in the impressive body that convinced her he was equally aware of her. But instead of checking her out, this guy locked his sex appeal tight under lock and key.