Product Description
Her only sin was innocence, but would seduction be a crime?
The remote Wyoming cabin he'd chosen for his escape suited high-powered lawyer Nicholas Kincaid just fine--at least it did, until a lovely shepherdess and her sheep invaded his privacy! Ivy Parker needed his pasture for her flock, but negotiating with this rugged firebrand meant getting way too close for comfort. Tantalized by desire, shocked by her own wild need, could she trust this mysterious maverick to cherish her always?
Weaving a sensual and moving tale of passion and intrigue, RaeAnne Thayne entangles an unlikely but resolute heroine with a fierce dragonslayer who's lost his faith in everyone, especially women. When dark shadows threatened the world she loved, she'd stood her ground alone, but could a powerful warrior who'd seen too much of betrayal find his destiny--and a home he'd never known--in her heart?
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
"Kincaid," Ivy yelled as she began pulling on her boots. "You sneak! You kidnapped me!"
Nick walked in from the porch, his dark hair still wet from the shower. She wanted to kick herself for noticing how gorgeous he looked.
"What were you thinking," she demanded, "putting me to sleep in your bed?"
"Just wanted to make sure you got a good night's sleep for a change. If you won't take care of yourself, someone else will have to do it for you. You needed sleep, I was just trying to see that you got it," he said.
"I should have known I couldn't trust you," she muttered. "In the future, I would appreciate it if--"
She completely lost her train of thought when he crossed the room in three quick steps and pulled her into his arms, his silver-blue eyes sizzling with laughter and determination. His mouth was slick and tasted of peppermint toothpaste. She closed her eyes for a moment--just one teensy moment, she promised herself--and savored the feel of him against her.
But she didn't fight him when he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer, until she could feel the heat of him burning through her clothes. She wanted more, much more. . . .
