âIâm trying to think how I can best show my appreciation, Lucy.â
At Juddâs obvious interest, Lucy felt bolder than ever. She shot him what she hoped was a sexy look from where she lay on the floor. âYou canât do it from up there.â
He knelt down. âHow about from here?â
âI think youâll have to come closer.â
In a blink he was only inches away from her, effectively pinning her to the floor. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, and she could even smell the subtle scent of soap and shampoo, mingled with his own unique scent that made her dizzy and giddy all at the same time.
âI should tell you, as a rule I donât sleep with guests at the ranch.â
The breath went out of Lucyâs lungs. âIâm the exception?â she whispered.
âYouâre my weakness.â
He leaned closer, his hands sliding around her waist. He kissed her, creating swirling, tingling sensations all through her.
She could only hold on to him for dear life and pray that sheâd always remember how this felt, because Judd had surely ruined her for anyone else.
Dear Reader,
Iâm thrilled to introduce to you my first book for Harlequin Temptation, Some Like It Sizzling. Writing for Harlequin is a dream come true for me. Ever since I was a preteen girl sneaking my motherâs romance novels off the shelves to read, Iâve loved the kind of stories I now have the opportunity to write.
The idea for this story came to me one sizzling-hot summer day when I let my mind wander. Maybe it was the heat, but suddenly I found myself wondering what might happen if a woman came home to find a gorgeous stranger handcuffed to her bed. How would she react? Who would this stranger be, and how would he have ended up on her bed?
Oh, the possibilities! My imagination ran wild, and I ended up with Lucy and Juddâs story. These two lovers quickly worked their way into my heart and took on lives of their own with their sexy antics at the Fantasy Ranch. I hope you enjoy them as much as I did, and I hope their romance turns your cold January into a sizzling one!
I would love to hear what you think of the story. You can write to me at Harlequin Enterprises Ltd., 225 Duncan Mill Road, Don Mills, Ontario M3B 3K9, Canada or visit my Web site at www.jamiesobrato.com.
Sincerely,
Jamie Sobrato
ââ¦SO THEN I took off my dress and hopped into the fountain.â
Lucy Connors leaned forward in her chair, hanging on her friendâs every word, unable to resist the lure of Claire Elliotâs tale. âWhat did he do?â
âHe took off his shoes, jumped inââ Claire paused, stirring cream into her coffee ââand we made wild passionate love right there in the middle of the park.â
She had a more exciting love life than Lucy could ever hope to have. Handsome men, scandalous rendezvous, extravagant weekend-long datesâClaire was a walking nighttime soap opera. Even her blazing red hair suggested a wildness that Lucyâs mousy brown mop couldnât hope to match.
At least Lucy had her fantasiesâ¦She closed her eyes for a brief moment and imagined herself, wet and splashing in a park water fountain late at night with a gorgeous stranger. Of course, her gorgeous stranger would be wearing a Stetson, and heâd be tugging off a pair of cowboy boots and a faded pair of jeans to hop into the fountain with her.
Mmmâ¦
Then reality came crashing in. She hadnât gotten within five feet of a man fit for a fantasy since the last time the UPS guy came to her door and had her sign for a delivery. Lucyâs eyes popped open and she glared at the remains of her salad.
Claire frowned and reached across the table to take Lucyâs hand. âOh, sweetie, donât feel bad. Youâll be having wild passionate sex again soon.â
âAgain?â Her past sex life could have been better described with words like âpredictableâ and âsafeâânever wild, and rarely passionate.
Claire gasped. âDonât tell me youâve never hadââ
âNot wild and passionate. No.â
âNot even once?â
âDo fantasies count?â
âYouâre worse off than I thought. You need to let loose! Youâve got this hot fantasy life and youâve never once acted on it.â
Lucy glanced around, hoping no one had overheard. She lowered her voice to say, âItâs not that I havenât tried. But after you-know-who giggled when I did my striptease for himâ¦â
Claire rolled her eyes. âHe was a pig.â
Nodding in agreement, Lucy gazed out the window next to their table and watched wilting business people hurrying to and from their cars in the oppressive Phoenix heat. Was there a single man in this entire city who could be happy with plain, boring, old her?