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Book 1: Summersville Secrets
by N.J. Walters
Days fueled by desire . . .
Annabelle Lee is content to spend her days as a quiet and staid librarian, revealing her true desires only at night, when she indulges in the rich erotic life that lives only in her fantasies. It is there she dreams of Mike Sloan, the rugged handyman who stirs her passions and ignites her erotic nature.
Nights filled with pleasure . . .
Mike has always yearned to get a peek behind Annabelle's demure nature, knowing there is far more there than she shows. When he finally gets her alone, they unleash a passion beyond any late-night fantasy. Limited only by their imaginations, they set out to explore even their deepest desires, with Mike hoping to win Annabelle's heart in the process.
This is a revised and updated edition of a book originally published as Annabelle Lee.
"NJ Walters packed a lot of sexiness in just 12 chapters. It was a fun and quick read and highly recommended for a late night story."
�HEA'S Addict's Book Reviews
Excerpt from Uncovering Annabelle
©2004 & 2106 N.J. Walters
"I heard you were hot."
At the sound of the deep, masculine voice, Annabelle came up from the floor behind her desk so fast she smacked her head on the corner. "Ouch." She sat back on her heels and rubbed the back of her head as she glared at the man standing in front of her.
Mike Sloan. She groaned inwardly, resisting the urge to dive back under her desk and stay there. Might have known. It seemed that she was doomed to be at her worst whenever he was around. He leaned against the side of her doorway, all six feet three inches of rugged male perfection.
At least in her mind he was perfect. His face wasn't classically handsome, but strong. The bump on his nose suggested that it had been broken, maybe more than once, and his soulful brown eyes were deep-set. His hair was a rich brown and just a bit too long for fashion. He usually kept it tied back with a leather thong. And his lips. Yum. Not too thin and not too thick. Just right for kissing.
Oh, Lord, she was just sitting here on the floor, staring at the man. What was it about him that made her lose all common sense?
He'd asked her a question. Hadn't he? "What was it you said?" She strove for her best librarian's voice. The one that said "I'm in charge of the situation." It worked well for six-year-olds. But from the way Mike was grinning, it obviously wasn't working with him. She sighed, totally disgusted with herself.
His deep voice washed over her. She loved the sound of it, so well suited to seduction. She should know. It was the same voice that seduced her in her dreams several nights a week. She could sit there all day and contentedly listen to him recite the phone book. In fact, she was enjoying listening to him speak so much she'd missed what he'd said yet again.
Striving for dignity, she smoothed back any errant strands of hair that had escaped the strict confines of her bun and tried again. "I'm sorry. The knock on the head must have shaken me up. What was it you said?"
"I said I heard you're hot, Annabelle." The half smile on his face was knowing, as if he were somehow privy to her lascivious thoughts.
She could feel the blush cover her cheeks and resisted the temptation to slap her hands over them to hide the telltale color. Oh, my Lord. Had he noticed her watching him whenever she'd run into him in town? Had he guessed that she thought he was the sexiest man she'd ever laid eyes on?
His brown eyes sparkled as they swept her from head to foot. Was it her imagination or had his eyes grown darker since last time she'd seen him? His gaze seemed to linger on her mouth. On her lips. The memory of what her lips had been doing in her dreams hit her full force. They were suddenly parched, and she licked them, trying to ease their dryness. It didn't help. Her gaze dropped to the front of his jeans before she jerked it back to his face.
Mike stood stock-still in the doorway, his eyes intently following the progress of her tongue across her lips. His entire body tensed. He closed his eyes and exhaled heavily, seeming like a man nearing the end of his patience. Shaking his head, he opened his eyes again and his body relaxed into its former pose. As she continued to stare, that little grin of his curved up once again. The tension-filled moment passed as if it never happened.
She was getting herself worked up over nothing. There was no way he could possibly know about her dreams--hot, steamy nighttime fantasies that ended way too soon and left her drenched in sweat when she woke. No, he couldn't know about those. She'd never told a soul. She hardly even let herself think about them, at least not in the daytime. When she crawled into bed at night was a different story.
She knew he was still waiting on her, so she summoned up her frostiest smile. It had been tried and tested and was guaranteed to let a man know she wasn't interested or amused. "What do you mean by that comment?"
Book 2: Summersville Secrets
by N.J. Walters
Damaged by betrayal . . .
Emma Howard learned the hard way that charming, good-looking men can't be trusted, and she's perfected the art of keeping her distance--until Tucker Martin moves into her apartment building. Their immediate physical attraction to one another is explosive, and she welcomes the opportunity to explore her newly awakened sexuality. But after a heated night of passion, Emma pulls away, unwilling to believe that a man who has everything she wants will want to stick around.
Driven by desire . . .
Tucker has wanted Emma since the first moment he laid eyes on her, and his need only grows more intense after they spend one amazing night together--until Emma goes from insatiable to unreachable. Bewildered but not broken, he's determined to prove to her that he's as sincere as he is sexy. And as Tucker patiently sets out to win the woman of his dreams, he knows Emma will have to face her past before they can indulge in the pleasures of a deeply loving future.
This is a fully revised edition of a book originally published as Heat Wave.
"...fun, sexy, and satisfying. Can I also add, cover is steamy! Wow. If I wasn't already married, I would want to rent an apartment next to a man named Tucker.."
--HEA'S Addict's Book Reviews
"ENTICING EMMA will have you experiencing a heat wave."
--Miranda Owen, Fresh Fiction
Excerpt from Enticing Emma
©2005 & 2106 N.J. Walters
As soon as the door shut behind them, he kissed her. His lips barely grazed hers as he moved from side to side. Unconsciously, she leaned forward, wanting to deepen his touch. A whimper of need escaped her when he pulled just out of her reach.
She opened her eyes to find him smiling down at her. Well, maybe not a real smile, more of a slight upturn of the corners of his mouth. It was the expression of male satisfaction on his face that set off the first warning signal. But it was faint, and before it could take hold, he slowly leaned down and covered her mouth again.
Sighing, she parted her lips and invited him in. The man certainly knew how to kiss. Taking his time, he lazily tasted her lips, nibbling on the bottom one. Her purse fell to the floor with a thud when she raised her hands to his broad shoulders. Thick muscles rippled beneath her fingertips.
When he finally slipped his tongue inside her mouth, she sighed with relief. Still, he took his time, slowly stroking her tongue with his before exploring every crevice of her mouth. He didn't challenge or try to overpower her. It was more an invitation to share with him.
Emma Howard couldn't resist.
Her hands crept up the side of his neck and tunneled through his short, spiky black hair. She gripped the back of his head and angled his face so she could deepen their kiss. She felt a heady surge of power when he moved as she wished. Then she was lost in the erotic sensations assaulting her. She couldn't get enough. Coffee, peppermint and Tucker.
Her brain barely registered the fact that she was moving. She was so wrapped up in their kiss she didn't care where he took her. Nothing mattered except for the fact she was kissing him. The door pressed against her spine, stopping her backward momentum. He loomed over her, surrounding her with his sheer size and bulk.
Tucker Martin was six feet tall, but seemed much larger towering over her five-foot-five frame. His shoulders and chest were wide, his waist lean. His legs were long, his thighs thick with muscle.
Usually, large men made her uncomfortable, but somehow Tucker had managed not to intimidate her with his size. Until now. Now, she was very aware of the difference between them. But instead of alarming her, it only served to send a torrent of sexual awareness zinging through her.
Moisture pooled between her thighs. She fought the urge to rub her crotch against the bulge in the front of Tucker's jeans, but it wasn't easy. She knew it would feel so damned good and help ease the throbbing ache.
Tucker still hadn't touched her except for where their mouths were joined. His hands were flat on the door on either side of her head. She was the one who had moved closer to him, so their bodies were barely touching. She couldn't stand it any longer. She needed his hands on her.
"Touch me." Her voice sounded strange to her own ears. Breathy and low, not the usual no-nonsense, well-modulated tone that she'd cultivated over the years.
His lips left hers and he nuzzled the sensitive skin around her ear. "Are you sure?"
If she was any surer, she'd explode with the amount of heat her body was generating. Instead of answering, she leaned forward and rubbed her breasts across the broad planes of his chest. Even through the fabric of her blouse and his shirt, the pressure of his hard, muscled pecs against her swollen nipples made her moan with pleasure.
Tucker cupped her face in his large hands, swooped down and recaptured her lips. She'd thought his earlier kisses were devastating, but they'd only been an appetizer, a small taste of the real thing.
This time, he took total control and staked his claim. He drove his tongue deep, demanding a response. Helpless beneath the onslaught of his passion, she gave him what he wanted. She rubbed her tongue over his before she sucked it deeper into her mouth.
Book 3: Summersville Secrets
by N.J. Walters
Ready to explore her fantasies . . .
When Lily Summers was left to raise her son alone, she threw herself into her work as a florist and secretly began writing erotic romance novels. Relying solely on fantasies about the impossibly sexy Carson Granger for material, the single mom has a long list of sexual scenarios she needs to research to make her stories catch fire. When Carson discovers the list and offers some hands-on help, Lily's immediately aroused by his primal power and the elemental attraction that ignites between them, but she's terrified of surrendering control to a man she's wanted for so long, especially one who's younger than she is.
Desperate to show her so much more . . .
Carson always knew that Lily had shut herself off from men after a bad marriage, but he also knew the quietly sensuous florist had a secret side, and he wanted to be the man to tap into that reserve of passion. When he discovers her hidden wish list, he knows it's his chance to initiate her into a world of sexual abandon before revealing a secret of his own. As they indulge in each new item on Lily's list, she can't deny the burning desire and need beating inside her, and with tender patience and sexual finesse, Carson is breaking down her barriers and drawing one step closer to turning her short-term explorations into a lifetime of devoted pleasure.
This is a fully revised edition of a book originally published as Lily Blossoms.
Excerpt from Lily's List
©2008 & 2106 N.J. Walters
Letting out a huff of breath, he prowled around her kitchen. It was much like the woman herself--calm and welcoming, with a hint of spice. She'd obviously been working. He ignored the laptop but couldn't resist glancing down at the papers strewn next to it.
His eyes skimmed and then jerked back--sex in public, roses, whipped cream and striptease. The words jumped off the page along with the underlined word "research." He knew he was invading her privacy and that he should just walk away, but he couldn't stop himself from picking up the sheet to study it further. When he did he noticed the book hidden beneath--Hidden Desires by Ms. Lillian.
Laying the sheet aside, he picked up the book and flipped it over, whistling under his breath as he read the blurb on the back. This was hot stuff. He knew it couldn't be a coincidence, but his brain could hardly reconcile the Lily he knew with the woman who'd penned an erotic romance.
A slow smile split his face. He'd always known Lily had hidden depths.
"What the hell are you doing?" Lily stood in the doorway, practically vibrating with anger. He was busted.
"This is amazing." He laid the book back on the table. "I had no idea you were a published author."
She seemed taken aback by his compliment. Her cheeks flushed as she hurried into the room and shuffled her papers together, once again covering the book. He noted that this time the papers were turned facedown. "No one does." She shot him a glare. "Not even Ethan."
He held up his hands in mock surrender. "Your secret is safe with me." He paused as he watched pleasure at the compliment he'd given her war with the embarrassment she obviously felt. "Although, I think you should tell Ethan. It's not like he's a kid anymore." He'd gotten to know Lily's son very well the past few years and thought a lot of him. Mother and son were very close and he wouldn't want to see that change for any reason.
"I know he's not." She crossed her arms defensively as she scowled at him. "I plan to tell him when he comes home for Christmas." Lily nibbled on her lower lip and Carson wanted to groan when his jeans suddenly became much too tight for comfort. He hoped she didn't look down below his waist because there was no way to hide his growing erection.
"That's good." He cleared his throat, wondering exactly how to approach the touchy subject of the list. A plan had popped into his mind the moment he'd read the words on the seemingly harmless sheet of paper. It was outrageous and she might very well boot his ass to the door. But nothing ventured, nothing gained, and he'd wanted this woman for a long, long time. "I was wondering . . ."
She uncrossed her arms and gripped the back of one of the kitchen chairs. Even wearing a plain pair of khaki pants and a beige T-shirt, she made him hotter than hell. "What?"
"I saw your notes." Now she looked horrified instead of embarrassed. He rushed on before she could order him to get out. "I want to help you with your research. We don't have to do anything you don't want to do, but I'm more than willing to do anything that's on your list." And a lot more things that weren't, but he kept that little tidbit to himself for the moment.
Her face lost all color and then flushed even redder than before. She swayed and he was afraid she might faint, but she was made of sterner stuff than that and steadied herself immediately. "I don't need any help."
"We all need help." He softened his voice and took a step closer to her. Her eyes widened, but she didn't shy away, so he took two more. When he was standing right next to her, he stared down into her expressive eyes. She was only about four inches shorter than him and would fit him perfectly in bed and out.
Reaching out, he traced the line of her jaw with his finger, noting the slight shiver that shook her and the goose bumps that appeared on her arms. She wasn't as unaffected as she wanted to pretend. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to, Lily." She shivered again when he said her name. "It will be our secret."