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“I’m going to marry that man some day!”
“I’m going to marry that man some day!”
Little Bonita Dominguez made that pledge the first time she saw Max Cameron. Now it’s about to happen, but nothing is going the way she planned. Carrying a secret she has kept since she left the ranch ten years ago, she would prefer to be back in California, where she has built a new life, a new life that doesn’t include Max.
Now a chic, sophisticated woman, Bonita certainly isn’t the same playful girl Max remembers from the past. For the past ten years he has devoted his life to his ranch. Does he have room in his heart for Bonita? Or would loving her endanger the legacy he wants for his heirs?
“Right. You have to do the whole job, doc, or you’re not going to get paid.”
“Paid, huh?” he asked with wink.
Her insides lurched. Why did he have this effect on her? Bonita shrugged, as though that could toss aside his hold on her.
A long finger stroked her cheek. “Your cheeks still turn very pink when you get embarrassed.”
His touch ignited tiny flames. Bonita lamented how awful she must look in her dusty tank top and mud-stained shorts. At the same time, she had never felt more feminine.
His finger was joined by the backs of his other fingers, then the rest of his hand. The movement evolved into a caress. He slid his palm under her chin and lifted it. Bonita thought back to the kiss Max had given her on their wedding day. It had been so soft, but it had nearly liquefied her insides. Her pulse throbbed as her senses heightened. She could barely breathe. Max was going to kiss her again.
The touch of his lips was gentle, tentative. A soft sigh escaped her throat as Max fully claimed her lips.
Mouth pressed to hers, Max deepened the kiss. His tongue traced her lips, parting them, and Bonita opened her mouth in surrender. What had been flickers of fire whipped into a raging inferno that raced over her skin and flowed red hot into her veins. Her knees grew so weak Bonita might not have been able to stand if his arms hadn’t held her against him. Her hands roamed over his shirt, gauze-covered fingers moving gingerly until her hands wound around his neck.
His fingers entwined in her hair, pulling it free. The kiss grew stronger, and Bonita thrust her tongue forward to meet his. Her blood turned to molten lava. A need formed deep inside her, a strange aching desire she had not felt in so long she had given up believing that it existed.
His lips and tongue were magical, bringing soft moans from her throat. Max broke the kiss, but only momentarily. His lips began to place soft little touches on her nose, her cheeks and then her neck. Trembles of desire shook her body, and Max pulled her closer to him.
His body pressed to hers, hard and unyielding. Max wanted her! Bonita could feel the desire in him; and she couldn’t remember wanting anyone as badly as she wanted Max right now.
His lips found hers again, and she responded, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, exploring its soft moistness. Hot longing stroked her insides until she felt she might explode.
Unexpectedly, he pulled away. She nearly fell as he withdrew his arms and put both hands on her shoulders.
“Wait,” he said in a rasping voice. “Just a second.”
“Max...” she moaned.
He leaned back until he was against the wall. “We can’t.”
She started to ask why. They were married. She’d always wanted him, and obviously that feeling had not changed.
“We should talk.” His words came in a husky whisper.
“Talk?” Words were the last thing on her mind at the moment. Her brain was fuzzy, and strange sensations buzzed through her nerve endings. Her chest heaved, and ragged breath expelled quick gasps from her raw throat. All she could think of was touching Max. She put her fingers on his shirt, starting to unbutton it, but he caught her fingers.
“Don’t you want me?” she asked in a voice filled with longing.
He squeezed her fingers, but Bonita barely felt the pain. “It’s not that I don’t want you. That’s not the issue.”
“Then what is?”
“We made this mistake once.”
Rebecca Grace is the pseudonym for Rebecca Martinez, an award winning former broadcast journalist who has given up the frantic pace of television newsrooms to pursue her passion for writing fiction, especially romance, romantic suspense and mystery. Her first romance, Love On Deck, was published by Wings ePress in July 2004 and received excellent reviews. Her second romance Desert Blossom was published by Wings in December 2004. Her short story Trouble in the Rockies will appear in the anthology Trouble With Romance, scheduled for release from Treble Heart Books in 2005.
After a career that took her from San Diego to Seattle to Los Angeles to Las Vegas, she has settled in Aurora, Co where she is working in public relations and writing her next romantic suspense novel.
"...a book not to be missed. LOVE ON DECK is a fun and exciting read... This is the first romance Rebecca Martinez has written with Wings ePress and with her refreshing story line and incredible writing ability, she is sure to go far."--4 Blue Ribbons--Aug 04, Dina Smith, Romance Junkies.com
"LOVE ON DECK is a modern story where the characters come alive with the believable interplay and dialogue... This very original story will captive readers with its consistent characters and well developed plot." --4 1/2 stars from Cataromance -- Aug 04, Amelia Richards, Cataromance Reviews
Book Publisher: Wings e Press
No. of Pages: 238
Paper Weight (lb): 10.2
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