Here's a bit about Rand and Nola from UNFORGIVABLE:
Blurb:
One
careless shot in the dark, and their lives collided.
Nola Lester finally had enough of life
in the city’s fast lane. She needed to get away, get back to her roots, but
tending a wounded hunter whose controlling and charismatic personality
triggered strange desires threatened Nola’s plans. Perhaps changing her agenda
may not be such a bad idea.
Rand Mitchell anticipated relaxing in
the secluded mountains he felt drawn to year after year. There would be no
rescuing animals or hunting humans, just peace and quiet while searching for
clues to explain the mystery of who he is. Instead, Rand found himself ensnared
by a sharp-tongued spitfire more than willing to provide a diversion.
Neither of them knew what a deadly creature she held in the palm of her hand.
Unhappiness
tightened his jaw, creased his forehead. Nola had seen him angry, being a
smartass, and God, the look on his face when he made love… Shit, only sex she
told him. It was more, much more, but she would never tell him because Rand
wasn’t the kind to settle down. She got the feeling only a little of his time
was spent here or surely she would have run into him. The need to give him
whatever solace she could for however long became overwhelming. She reached
over and brushed his cheek with her fingers. “Sound like wonderful people.”
“Nola…”
“Hmm.”
“I
can’t stand it when you touch me.”
She
snatched her hand away, folded it in her lap.
“No,
no.” Rand grabbed it back, drew fingers to his mouth and sucked them one at a
time. “I meant when you touch me it makes me hotter than hell. Feel this.” He
moved her hand to the crotch of his jeans where he manipulated her fingers to
squeeze and rub his growing hardness.
Nola’s
toes tingled with excitement. “You said…”
“…it
wouldn’t happen again.” He ripped the sheet away. “Don’t hide from me.”
Dragging her over to straddle his lap, Rand kissed her lips softly before
peering at her. “Just sex, right? Lean back.” He let her butt slip between his
thighs onto the mattress and he got on his knees between her legs. “One more
time.”
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Hope you enjoyed the excerpt!
Growl and roar-it’s okay to let the beast out.-J. Hali Steele
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