Nothing but Trouble

Published by: eXtasy Books

ISBN :978-1-55410-798-8

Page :296

Word Count :74000

Publication Date :2010-08-24

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Available Formats : Nothing but Trouble (pdf) , Nothing but Trouble (prc) , Nothing but Trouble (epub) , Nothing but Trouble (mobi)

Category : Erotic Romance

Product Code: 978-1-55410-798-8

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Who ever said only young people can have fun and hot sex?

Doctor Phoebe Janice expects to tend to a patient…an ill or possibly wounded bison who’s been causing all sorts of havoc. But when she arrives at Yellowstone’s Old Faithful Inn on the cusp of a driving blizzard, the only wildlife she finds is the park ranger who called her. All she finds is hot and wonderful Noah Nielson, the most intriguing partner she’d ever want to be trapped in a blizzard with!

She could feel his gaze on her. Could feel the weight of it, fecund with promise, ripe with suggestion, rife with heat and…

She had to stop it! Had to, before things got out of hand and she did something she’d long since promised herself she’d never, ever do again. Before she lost her head and made the one greatest mistake a woman could make at her age…before she got herself tangled up in some kind of one-night-stand she’d surely regret, when he left her in the cold, hard light of morning.

Phoebe didn’t know how she could be so sure Noah had any intention of becoming entangled in anything. She hadn’t a clue why she felt so sure he’d leave her. She just did. Or maybe that was just the prickly, over-sensitive defenses of a middle-aged widow woman kicking in. Looking for trouble just in case. Just so she could avoid it.

“This is the first time,” she agreed, whispering and still directing her attention to the magical regions that lay above her and all around her.

Noah laughed softly. In a way that, though Phoebe suspected he hadn’t been trying to seduce her or win her over…not consciously, anyway…sent a quiver of warning all through her. A way that sent a rippling and repeating shiver of something silvery and almost forgotten along the track of her spine. A way that started to warm her from the inside again, in all kinds of ways she’d never expected to be warmed again.

And dear heaven. She wanted to be warm. She wanted it in every way that wasn’t good.

Wasn’t safe, or even wise.