Blurb:
An appetizer to die for…
It looked like being a boring party, but a tall, dark haired, sexy man changed all that. Accepting his suggestion that they skip out on the assembled company, Jenny agrees, for a evening of spectacular sex. But Basil Wallace wants more than a one-night stand. He plans on tying Jenny down -- in more ways than one.
It looked like being a boring party, but a tall, dark haired, sexy man changed all that. Accepting his suggestion that they skip out on the assembled company, Jenny agrees, for a evening of spectacular sex. But Basil Wallace wants more than a one-night stand. He plans on tying Jenny down -- in more ways than one.
Excerpt:
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“Hang on!” Nina called as Jenny pulled up in front of the house. “Tom and his friend are here. Let them give you a hand.”
“Super!” And there was Tom Baldwin in all his glory, wicked grin under the no doubt enhanced these days sandy blond mop.
“Jenny!” Tom enveloped her in a lovely hug and his kiss was just right. Enough to surface a few nice memories without resurrecting the shock to her naiveté. “Lovely to see you.”
It was. But much, much lovelier was the man she glimpsed over Tom’s shoulder. “Hello.” Her voice came out a rather tight squeak as she eased out of Tom’s embrace.
“Going to share, old man?” the stranger asked. It was a rich sexy voice, a curl your toes and flip your innards voice. Gad! That smile could melt glass marbles.
“Oh! Baz! Forgot you were there.”
How could anyone, even a rather self-absorbed TV star, forget the male specimen who stood less than an arm’s length behind? Jenny took a deep breath, held out her hand. “I’m Jenny Everly.”
“Basil Wallace.”
Dear heaven, the only Basils she’d come across were Fawlty and Brush, and neither came anywhere close. She looked up into dark blue eyes and grinned. So much for being all cool and soigné. “You came down for the party?” A clue to the connection would be handy here.
“I came down to keep an eye on Tom.”
Good one! She wished she could manage a sexy, enigmatic sort of smile but damn… “That will keep you busy all night.”
“Not too busy, I hope.”
So did she.
“Come on, man! Let’s get this lot unloaded for Jenny.”
And then, of course, she had to stare as Basil Wallace unbuttoned his cuffs with long, tanned fingers and rolled up his shirtsleeves. The sight of muscular forearms was a complimentary extra. His movements were swift and precise, but it didn’t take much to imagine those hands being equally precise but very, very slow. As for the smile that curled his wide mouth…
“Won’t take us long,” Basil said. “Is the van locked?”
Took her a good five seconds to process that with her lust-invaded brain. “Yes, let me get it.” She held out the key fob and pressed the release button. Tom opened the doors to reveal trays of canapés and savories all stacked on their narrow racks.
“And she cooks too!” Baz said, almost under his breath.
Almost, but not quite. Cheeky bugger! Just because she ogled him at first sight didn’t give him the right to get fresh. “You’ve no idea what I can do,” she replied, sliding a tray of shrimp tartlets and smoked salmon rolls from the van and turning sharply to head for the house.
“Let me get that,” Baz said, a half smile -- an apology perhaps? -- curving one side of his mouth.
“No, I have it. Take another one.” Without looking back she headed across the path and through the kitchen door.
“Jenny, dear,” Mrs. Baldwin said. “Lovely to see you, and wonderful of your mother to rustle up all these. She’s incredible.”
Jenny agreed, but it seemed a bit off to say so. “Hello, Mrs. Baldwin. Where’s the extra fridge?”
“In the laundry room.”
Jenny slid her tray into the fridge and turned to see Basil and Tom on her heels. She took their trays and shelved them. Tom nipped out for another, but Basil hesitated. “Coming to the party?” he asked.
“Oh, yes.”
“Good,” he replied, as he walked out.
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