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Katie's Art of Seduction
Book 1: Awakening Desires
by N.J. Walters
 
From the moment reclusive millionaire Cain Benjamin sees the painting of the woman in the window of a coffee shop, he knows he must possess it and her. Determined to find her, he sets out to locate the artist. If he can find the artist, he can find the woman in the picture. His search leads him back to the coffee shop and to the lovely and spirited waitress, Katie Wallace.
Katie’s schedule at Coffee Breaks allows her to earn a living and still have the time to pursue her art. When her boss and friend, Lucas Squires, convinces her to display one of her self-portraits in the shop window and it sells, she is both apprehensive and elated.
When the buyer of the painting comes in search of the woman in the picture, Katie finds herself captivated by the tall, mysterious man who lurks in the shadows.
Cain’s mesmerizing and commanding personality lures Katie into the shadows with him. But Katie is equally determined to draw out Cain’s softer side and uses every art she possesses to seduce him back into the light of day with her.
 
"N.J. Walters has done it again!...Whenever I pick up a N.J. Walters story, I always have high expectations, and yet, time and again, Ms. Walters surpasses those expectations to create a story that is erotic, unique, and truly touching....I eagerly await the next in this series and proudly bestow Fallen Angel Reviews’ highest award, that of RECOMMENDED READ, on Katie's Art of Seduction."
5 Angels & Recommended Read—Sarah W, Fallen Angel Reviews
"I highly recommend it. It will definitely stay on my keeper and re-read shelf."
5 BLue Ribbons—Nickie Langdon, Romance Junkies
"This reviewer clung to the book as Katie led Cain from the darkness into the light. Both characters grow on the reader as they find their way together."
5 Cups—Cindy Warner, Coffee Time Romance
“Ms. Walters entices her readers with a dark charismatic hero and a charming heroine. Her gift for alluring details is adding to the sensual world of light and darkness she has created in this story and making it all the more irresistible...It's not only a wonderfully passionate read but also an edge-of the-seat reading experience because you can't help turning the pages...”
Plot-Factor: 5 Pleasure-Factor 5 — Frauke, Cupid's Library Reviews
“Katie's Art of Seduction is one of those rare stories that move you to strong emotions. This is some of the steamiest sex that I have read in some time. Few books make me cry or laugh out loud, this is one of them. Hang on for a wild, steamy ride of love, desire and at times despair.”
5 Stars—Oleta M. Blaylock, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
“Katie's Art of Seduction is one sensual ride...”
Ann Lee, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
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Excerpt from Katie's Art of Seduction
©2005 N.J. Walters
The world no longer existed. Sheltered in the dark of the trees, away from the footpaths and the lights, the night was a secluded and seductive haven. Vague sounds of traffic and the barking of a dog were nothing but dim background noise, drowned out by the pounding of her heart. For Katie, there was only Cain.
Her feet left the ground as Cain lifted her easily and moved them both deeper into the surrounding trees. Startled, Katie opened her eyes as her feet touched the ground again. Cain turned her body so that her back was against a tree, and he stood in front of her. The two of them were completely isolated from the rest of the world, as the only sounds were their breathing and the wind whistling through the tree branches.
“Trust me,” came his sorcerer’s voice from the darkness.
Cain undid the front of her coat and slipped it down off her shoulders. She shivered as the cold night air sank through the thin layer of her clothing. His hands grasped hers and raised them over her head, wrapping them around a low tree branch. She could feel the rough texture of its bark through the thin leather of her gloves.
“Hold on tight. Don’t let go.” Obeying his instructions, she gripped the branch tightly, her fingers slightly chilled beneath their thin covering. It was her only support. She could hardly believe she was doing this.
The coolness of his hands was startling as he unbuttoned her top to reveal her bare stomach and her bra. His fingers skimmed over her stomach, causing the muscles to contract. He laughed softly as his fingers reached for the front closure of her plain cotton bra. His nimble fingers made quick work of the fastener, and he pushed the cups aside. Her nipples puckered in the cold night air. Katie shivered. She felt exposed. Vulnerable. Sexy.
Taking his time, he positioned her so that her back was tight against the tree, and her hands were anchored firmly to the overhead branch. Stepping back, he looked at her for a moment before pressing both elbows back. This time when he looked at her, he nodded in satisfaction. “Beautiful. Now don’t move.”
Katie could feel the wetness between her legs and was almost embarrassed by it. Never had she played these kinds of games with a lover before and she was shocked by how turned on she was by his commanding presence. With her arms extended and her elbows wide apart, her breasts were thrust forward as she waited for him to touch her.
The heat of his mouth was shocking as he took one tight peak in his mouth and sucked. Hard. Katie moaned and pushed closer to his lips. Cain cupped both breasts in his large hands, holding them captive as he continued to pleasure her. His clever fingers tantalized and pleased one breast even as he used his talented mouth on the other.
“So damned beautiful,” he muttered as he went from one breast to the other. Tasting. Teasing. He captured one nipple between his teeth and nipped it carefully.
Katie was alive with sensation. It was if every nerve ending in her body was connected to her breasts. Her entire body was alive and screaming for more. Unable to help herself, Katie dropped her hands to his shoulders and tried to tug him closer.
As soon as her hands touched him, he grasped them and returned them to the branch. “If you want me to pleasure you then you have to keep your hands where I put them.”
Katie swallowed nervously. “I can’t,” she whispered. Averting her gaze, she scuffed the toe of her boot across the frosty ground.
Cain sighed deeply and used a finger to tip her chin up to meet his heated gaze. He placed a tender kiss on her lips, as his hand cupped her jaw more firmly. “I can help you if you’ll let me.”
“What do you mean?” Katie’s uncertainty grew as he reached into his coat pocket and drew out what looked like a leather dog leash.
“I rarely need it, but it does have other uses.” He stepped away from her and held the leather strap in front of him.
Katie’s hands automatically covered her breasts as she tried to back away from him only to find herself against the tree. Cain nodded and started to replace the leash in his pocket. “I’ll take you home.”
His voice was calm and accepting which gave Katie the courage to ask, “What would you do with it?” She couldn’t believe she hadn’t run through the park screaming, but she was hot and restless with what they’d already done, and part of her, she had to admit, was curious.
“I’d never hurt you,” he promised. “This is just a tool to help you keep your hands where I put them.” The leather leash was pulled tight between his huge hands. “If I tie them to the branch then you don’t have to worry about moving them. All you have to do is relax and allow me to pleasure you as I choose.”
His voice whispered through the night, seducing her with his words. The thought of being totally at his mercy, captive to his every whim frightened her even as it aroused her. She could feel her nipples growing harder against her crossed arms. Her legs were weak, and she could feel her wet pussy clenching, aching to have him inside her.
He stepped closer to her, his booted feet crunching on the ground. When he was directly in front of her, he raised his hands and let the leash dangle between them. “It’s your choice. If you refuse, I’ll take you home. You can pretend it never happened, and I won’t bother you further.”
Katie instinctively knew that if she refused him she’d never see him again, and she didn’t want that to happen. This virtual stranger had aroused her passions more than any other man ever had. But was she willing to take the chance?
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Erin's Fancy
Book 2: Awakening Desires
by N.J. Walters
“Seven Sex Positions That Will Drive You Both Wild!" Erin Connors believes that this magazine article will help her change her life. Deciding that it is long past time that she had some kind of sex life, she is taking matters into her own hands and learning how to seduce a man.
Living on the family farm with her two overly-protective, older brothers, it’s almost impossible for Erin to find the opportunity to have sex. Add in the fact that she’s six-feet-tall, looks like the girl-next-door and is considered a buddy by all the men she knows, and the prospects for a partner are bleak.
When Abel Garrett unexpectedly returns home to spend the summer on his family’s neighboring farm, Erin decides to have a summer fling with him. He’s been at the center of all her erotic fantasies since her teens. She wants to have sex with him in whatever way suits her fancy and allows her to explore all the sex positions detailed in the article. Erin doesn’t think she’ll have any problem getting Abel to co-operate. After all, what red-blooded male doesn’t want a no-strings, hot summer affair?
Abel awakes one morning to find a gorgeous, naked woman in his bed, but there is one slight problem—the sexy goddess is his best friend’s sister. He is burnt out from his work and has come home to rest and re-evaluate his life. However, Erin is determined to have a summer affair and Abel finds it impossible to resist her open and honest sex-appeal.
But Abel uncovers a secret from his past that sends him reeling and he may have to leave long before summer’s end. Furthermore, Abel is not content to be Erin’s summer lover. Unknown to her, he plans to be her lover for all time and in more than just seven ways.
"Erin's Fancy is the perfect book...NJ Walters' books are really addictive and Erin's Fancy is a real Recommended Read."
—5 Cupids, Danny, Cupid's Library Reviews
"Erin's Fancy is a fabulously deliciously sensual story...sensually, realistic characters weaved into an equally captivating plot...,this book is a MUST READ, there is no way you will be disappointed!"
—5 stars, Dianne Nogueras, eCataRomance
"I was beginning to despair over finding an erotic romance that would...engage my emotions as well as my senses. I found one last month when I read Katie's Art of Seduction by Ms. Walters, and I've found another in Erin's Fancy. This novel has everything...The sex scenes are numerous, earthy and sexy. The pace is fast...For a novel that will entertain the vixen as well as the lady in you, grab a copy of Erin's Fancy--it's a red-hot winner for your summer reading!"
—Terrie Figueora, Romance Reviews Today
"Erin's Fancy is superb!...I cannot say how much I enjoyed this story. Erin and Abel are phenomenal characters...This is a story that explores sexuality to its fullest...Erin's Fancy is a beautiful story and another winner from N.J. Walters who gets better with every story she writes."
5 Hearts—Sarah W, The Romance Studio
"This is an exceptional book. Ms. Walters not only tells a very erotic story but also a very emotional one....You do not want to miss this book – it is definitely a keeper."
5 Angels—Tewanda, Fallen Angel Reviews
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Excerpt from Erin's Fancy
©2005 N.J. Walters
Erin Connors ran her index finger over the glossy magazine cover with the scantily clad cover model and underlined the article “Seven Sex Positions That Will Drive You Both Wild!”
Taking a deep breath, she opened the cover and scanned the table of contents. She flipped through the pages, stopping at, appropriately enough, page sixty-nine, and spread the magazine wide on the scarred wood table in front of her. Bold pink letters flashed up at her from the page: Legs on shoulders, Doggy-style, Sixty-nine, Standing Backward Position, Face-to-Face, Spooning and Scissors. She could feel the heat creeping up her face as she perused the pictures of half-naked couples, with strategically placed clothing and blankets, demonstrating the techniques.
Glancing up, she peeked out the open back door and noted that the yard was empty. Her brother Jackson was busy in the barn and Nathan had already left for work. The coast was clear. Sighing, she rubbed the back of her suntanned neck. It was pathetic that a woman of twenty-five had to hide the fact that she was reading a woman’s magazine. Especially a magazine that gave advice about sex. That’s what came from still living at home at her age, and having two, very large, very protective older brothers, one of whom was a local deputy sheriff. They still treated her like some kind of nun who supposedly never even thought about sex, much less had sex.
That was entirely the problem. She hadn’t had sex. Well, technically she had, but she didn’t count graduation night in the back of Brad Hutchinson’s pick-up truck out at Peak’s Pond. That had been a lot of fumbling, a little pain, and a whole lot of nothing! It had been such a disaster that Erin had never quite worked up the nerve to try it again. Not that she’d had much of an opportunity.
The fact of the matter was that men didn’t notice her. Well, they noticed her, but not for the right reasons. Erin was what was known as “a big girl.” Six feet tall in her stocking feet, her arms and legs muscular, and her shoulders wide from working side-by-side with her brothers tended to be off-putting to a lot of men.
It wouldn’t have been so bad, but the only part of her that wasn’t large was her breasts. She’d gotten shortchanged in that department. Though nicely rounded, they tended to disappear in the overalls and loose shirts she wore for work.
Still, she wasn’t ugly. Her hair was deep auburn, but it was a thick, curly mess that wouldn’t hold a style, so she usually kept it confined in a single braid that fell to her waist. She had the Connor blue eyes, the pale blue of a sunny summer sky, just like her brothers Jackson and Nathan. Her nose tilted up just slightly and had a light dusting of freckles, and her lips were wide and full. It was a nice face, a comfortable face, and that was part of the problem.
Erin looked like the proverbial girl-next-door with her wholesome looks. Tagging behind her older brothers, doing the same work, had quickly labeled her a tomboy. By the time she’d become interested in what it meant to be a girl, everyone was used to her being just one of the guys. None of the girls in the neighborhood or at school had liked her because she was a friend to all the boys. Conversely, all the guys liked her because she didn’t act like a girl.
The problem was that when all the boys grew into men and the girls grew into women, Erin was left out. The men started dating and she was still just one of the boys. Everybody’s pal, that was her. And she hated it. Maybe not all of it. But damn it, she was a woman too, with women’s needs, except no one ever seemed to notice. If she was ever to get the sweaty, grinding, orgasmic sex that she wanted, she needed help.
Turning her attention to the article, she began to read aloud: “Any man who’s being truthful will tell you his favorite position is doggy style. It’s very primal and sexy to your man.” Okay, she’d grown up in a farming community, so she could understand the animalistic appeal to a guy.
“Just get down on all fours and stick your ass in the air. No, it’s not the most dignified position in the world.” Erin pictured it in her head and thought that this was an understatement. In fact, she figured it would look pretty ridiculous, but what did she know. These people were the experts or they never would have gotten published in this magazine.
As her eyes drifted closed, the image in her head changed slightly and came into sharper focus. She saw herself kneeling on the kitchen linoleum with her face pressed to the cool floor and her ass stuck up in the air. A man stood behind her, but she couldn’t quite picture his features, but his deep voice washed over her, filling her with pleasure…
“Spread your legs wider and offer yourself to me.”
Erin could feel her juices run down her legs as she slid her knees as far apart as they would go. She could feel the heat rolling off of him as he knelt behind her. Without warning, he gripped her hips with his large hands and thrust his cock deep inside her. Moaning, she ground her bottom against him. He laughed and slipped his hands up to cup her breasts. “You know you want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she cried. “Fuck me. Hard.” He began pumping into her from behind.
Erin’s eyes popped open and she gasped for breath, desperately trying to focus on the magazine page in front of her.
Grabbing her tall glass of ice tea, she took a huge gulp and continued to read. “We guarantee he’ll go crazy. As he enters you from behind, he’ll go in very deep and will hit your G-spot. He can also stimulate your breasts and clitoris in this position.” She paused to take a deep breath.
“He most certainly can,” she panted. Her underwear was wet and she could feel her inner muscles contracting slightly. She wasn’t even sure where her G-spot was, but she was certainly feeling hot. The glass was sweaty and cool, and she rubbed it against her cheeks and neck. It made her feel slightly better.
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Capturing Carly
Book 3: Awakening Desires
by N.J. Walters
Carly Ames has yearned for Nathan Connors for more years than she cares to think about. One wild night of sex with him resulted in their quick engagement. But now that she has Nathan, she’s not quite sure that she can handle him.
Big and tough, Nathan is very well suited to his job as a sheriff’s deputy. Protective and forthright, he is definitely used to being in charge. Now he wants to be in control of her sexual pleasure.
Nathan has lusted after Carly for years but he restrained himself because she is his sister’s best friend. He also feared that his sexually preferences would scare a good girl like her. But Carly is more than willing to satisfy his sexual demands and the sex between them is explosive.
As circumstances conspire to keep them apart, he senses that she is having second thoughts. Nathan must convince Carly that she’s more than woman enough to meet his demands, in and out of the bedroom, and he’ll use every skill at his disposal to do so. Because now that he’s captured Carly, there is no way he is letting her go.
"N.J. Walters has outdone herself with this wonderful romance that will leave readers consumed with emotions as Nathan and Carly's story unfolds."
5 Angels—Jessica, Fallen Angel Reviews
"...a definite winner wtih two characters to love, a plot that is erotic, emotional and captivating, and like a glorious cherry on top, this book is just so well written."
5 Cupids—Marina, Cupid's Library Reviews
"...spine-tingling chills and heart-pounding delight...I heartily recommend that you read the previous books as well as this book because I intend on doing just that."
4.5 Stars—Sheryl, eCataRomance Reviews
"Capturing Carly is a perfect addition to this very fun series. It contains the perfect blend of D/s, angst, lovalbe characters and very hot sex scenes. This is definitely a book to add to the KEEPER shelf."
4.5 Blue Ribbons—Chrissy Dionne, Romance Junkies
"Ms. Walters has made the study of a relationship exciting, erotic, and very well done. As usual, you can't go wrong when you pick up a story from this fantastic writer."
4 Hearts—Sarah W, The Romance Studio
"I've never read this author and I can safely say that she is now an auto-buy for me!"
4 Rating—A.M. Love, Erotic Escapades
"...a keeper for sure!"
—Dee Valentine, Joyfully Reviewed
"If you're interested in another unforgettable, intimate moment, be sure to check out NJ Walters' CAPTURING CARLY. I can almost guarantee you'll never look at an orange slice the same way again."
8 rating—Sasha Ketsel, NovelSpot
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Excerpt from Awakening Desires:
Capturing Carly
©2005 N.J. Walters
Nathan grunted as he hefted the ladder in his hands. It was a beautiful October morning, and for the first time in weeks, both he and Carly had the morning off.
Then what the hell was he doing hanging storm windows?
Unfortunately, he could answer his own question. Carly’s parents.
Carly had called him yesterday almost incoherent with excitement. Her parents were going to spend an entire day at a friend’s cabin. Oh yeah, he’d been one happy man last night.
He’d had plans. Big plans. And they’d all revolved around Carly being naked and spread across her bed, awaiting his pleasure. Her sex would be pink, hot and wet as she spread her thighs wide for him. And those luscious breasts that he loved so much would be tipped with hard rosy nubs, begging to be tasted.
After he’d teased the soft white mounds for a while, he’d have her cup her own breasts so he could admire her tight nipples while he tasted the sweet heat between her legs. He wanted to lap at the slick folds of her pussy before sinking into her heated slit.
Groaning, Nathan dropped his head against the side of the small shed. Propping the ladder against the wall, he reached down and adjusted the erection straining against the front of his jeans. It didn’t help. There was no way to make himself any more comfortable. Nothing would help but fucking Carly.
And that wasn’t going to happen.
He’d pulled his truck up in front of her house at eight o’clock sharp this morning. Awake since six, he watched the clock impatiently and waited until he was sure her parents had left for their day of fishing and fun with their friends. The surge of pleasure had been so great that when he’d started up the walkway he’d all but run to her front door. Carly had promised she’d be naked and waiting for him.
She’d even told him, quite graphically, what she wanted him to do to her. Oh yeah, he’d planned to taste and touch every inch of her delectable body until she was hot, sweaty and begging him to fuck her.
Rock hard and ready, he knew he couldn’t wait. He’d planned on a quickie to relieve their tension before he settled down to really enjoy himself.
The first inkling he had that his day wasn’t going to go quite as he’d planned came when Carly met him at the front door. She was fully dressed and looked very unhappy.
Stopping dead in his tracks, he’d waited for her to speak. Every muscle in his body was clenched as he braced himself for the disappointment he knew was coming.
She opened her mouth to speak, stopped, swallowed hard and tried again. “They cancelled.”
She sounded so sad and forlorn that he bound up the steps and wrapped his arms around her. “Who cancelled?” Burying her face against his chest, she mumbled something but he couldn’t understand her.
Cupping her face in his hands, he tilted her face up to his. Unable to resist, he licked her top lip. Sweet. She always tasted so damned sweet. Needing another taste, he covered her lips with his. Gently. Carefully. He skimmed her mouth with his, not deepening the connection, just enjoying the feel of her soft lips against his.
The door behind her swung open. “Morning, Nathan.” Carly’s father stood in the doorway with a big smile on his face. “Carly said you were coming by to help me with the storm windows. It’s a shame that Milo and his wife had to cancel out today, but it’s a great day for doing a little work around the house.”
Nathan straightened and stared at Carl Ames, trying to clear the sensual haze from his brain and make sense of his words. Everything clicked into place at once, including Carly’s words and her disappointment now made sense. It was all he could do not to tip back his head and swear at the world.
Instead, he swallowed back his displeasure and gave Carly a squeeze before releasing her. “Morning Carl. I’m glad to help.”
Knowing there was nothing else he could do, he allowed himself to be ushered into the small kitchen where her mom was hard at work cooking pancakes and bacon for breakfast. Unable to sate his hunger for Carly’s body, he fed his stomach instead.
After a huge breakfast and polite conversation, he found himself rummaging around the small backyard shed looking for a ladder. Taking a deep breath, he raised his head. Rolling his shoulders, he tried to rid himself of some of his tension.
It didn’t help.
The last few weeks had been like one cosmic bad joke. It seemed impossible that two people who lived and worked in the same small town could see so little of each other. Almost from the moment, he and Carly had spent their first night together, it was if the world had conspired to keep them apart. And he was getting damned tired of it.
He heard her coming towards the shed. The sound of her small feet padding across the grass was recognizable. Her perfume wafted in just ahead of her, mixing with the slightly stale and earthy smell of the shed. It was a clean scent, the smell of vanilla, soap and woman. It tickled his senses, making his cock twitch and swell even larger.
Cursing, Nathan took another deep breath before swinging around. She stood in the doorway, hesitating. Sighing, he opened his arms wide.
Launching herself at him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and dragged his head down to hers. “I’m so sorry,” she said as she peppered his face with kisses.
Locking one arm around her waist, he lifted her off her feet. Reaching out, he gave the door a shove and it closed with a satisfying thud. A small window at the back of the shed was the only light. It was dark and intimate in the confines of the small room.
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Craving Candy
Book 4: Awakening Desires
by N.J. Walters
Candy Logan loves her job as a publicist for TK Publishing, but her newest client is causing her problems. She is determined to meet the elusive Lucas Squires and get him to agree to publicize his upcoming book. She crashes a party that he is giving in hopes of cornering him.
Lucas wishes he’d never let his friend talk him into writing a cookbook. He had his hands full opening a new location of his café, Coffee Breaks. He forgets all about his business problems when a woman straight out of his dreams walks into his party. He knows he can’t let her leave without finding out who she is.
Sparks fly between the Candy and Lucas from the first moment they lay eyes on each other. The sexual attraction is immediate and consuming, but a case of mistaken identity gets their relationship off to a rocky start. Just when things start to smooth out between them, issues from each of their pasts threaten their budding relationship.
Can they overcome the seemingly insurmountable problems? Now that Lucas has had a taste of Candy, will he be able to live without her?
"...poignant, sexy as all get out, and I am completely in love with Lucas. It is the perfect story for Lucas and N.J. Walters has another winner on her hands."
-Talia Ricci, Joyfully Reviewed
"Ms. Walters delivered with CRAVING CANDY another terrific keeper. She has a talent to write very steamy and emotional stories that keep her readers absolutely captivated and to bring her characters to life."
5 Hearts—Danny, Love Romances and More
"N.J. Walters did a tremendous job creating a story worth reading and reinforcing why she is a favorite author of mine."
5 Angels—Shayley, Fallen Angel Reviews
"The deep connection between Candy and Lucas is tangible and heartwarming and their chemisty is explosive....Craving Candy is a story that you don't want to miss - I highly recommend reading it."
4 1/2 Kisses—Kerin, TwoLips Reviews
"I couldn't put the book down..."
4 1/2 Hearts—Larissa Hayes, The Romance Studio
"N.J. Walters is an exciting writer who from the first page totally involves you in a story and holds your interest until the last word."
—CeCe Johns, RRT Erotic
"Craving Candy left me craving more of N.J. Walters' fabulous and sexy stories."
4 Blue Ribbons—Sarah W, Romance Junkies
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Excerpt from Craving Candy
©2006 N.J. Walters
Candy stared around the room in dismay. She couldn’t believe that she’d missed Lucas Squires yet again. But the person she’d just talked to had told her that the object of her search had already come and gone. “Damn. Damn. Damn,” she muttered under her breath.
This was definitely not going as planned. Besides which, her new boots hurt her feet and she was starving. It was just after five o’clock and she hadn’t had time for lunch. Sighing, she thought about just hauling on her coat and going home to curl up with a pizza and about a gallon of vanilla ice cream. It had been that kind of a day.
“That’s a big sigh. Is there anything I can help you with?”
Candy glanced toward the voice and had to look up. Oh my! For the first time in her life, all ability to speak left her. The man standing next to her cocked his eyebrow, obviously waiting for her reply. Well, he’d have to wait a little longer. There was no way she could talk. It was taking all her concentration just to breathe.
Never had she been so instantly attracted to a man in her life. He was much taller than she was, and she was wearing high-heeled boots. But then again, she wasn’t very tall, so that wasn’t surprising. Massive—that was the first word that came to mind to describe him. His shoulders looked to be about a yard wide and his thick biceps strained the sleeves of the short-sleeved T-shirt he was wearing. Her fingers itched to touch them just to see if they were as hard as they looked.
His blond hair was cut short, but there was just enough for her to run her fingers through. Her hands curled into fists at her sides as she fought the impulse to just reach out and stroke it. His face wasn’t pretty. Instead it was compelling and tough, just like the rest of him. His nose looked as if it had been broken at least once, and his thin lips were set in a half-scowl as he continued to wait for her reply.
He was the kind of man you didn’t want to meet in a dark alley, the kind of man that made other men nervous. But Candy wasn’t the least bit afraid of him. For the first time in her life, she understood instant attraction. Everything feminine inside her was screaming out to jump this man’s bones. Her breasts were aching and she was glad that she’d kept her suit jacket buttoned or he’d be able to see her pebbled nipples through her blouse. She fought the impulse to squirm as she creamed her panties just looking at this sexy stranger.
She could feel the heat creeping up her cheeks as Missy’s earlier words rang in her head. Maybe she really did need to get laid. Sex with this man would be incredible. She didn’t know how she knew that, she just did. And, oh God, she couldn’t remember what he’d asked her.
Clearing her throat, she tried to appear nonchalant. “I’m sorry. What did you say?”
The corner of his mouth kicked up in a half-smile and her heart skipped a beat as she fought the urge to fan her face. This man was lethal. If she reacted this strongly to just the hint of a smile, she didn’t even want to think about what she might do if he really smiled. He just oozed sex appeal.
“I asked if there was anything I could help you with.” The low, sensual sound of his voice strummed over her like a lover’s caress. Her entire body was tight and needy. She felt as if she’d spent the last half hour engaging in intense foreplay and she was now close to coming.
“Ah,” she stuttered. “No, but thank you. I was looking for someone, but he’s no longer here. It’s not important.” She couldn’t believe the nonsense she was babbling. Not important. It was supposed to be the most important thing in her life, but she no longer cared about the elusive Lucas Squires. Right now, all her focus was on the mystery man in front of her.
“His loss is my gain then. What’s your name?”
“Candy.” He’d slipped that question in so smoothly, she replied before she thought. “Forget I said that.” She worried her bottom lip with her teeth.
“Why? It’s a great name.” He ran his laser-like, pale blue eyes up and down her body. “And it suits you.”
Candy gaped at him, stunned. Was this man flirting with her? She glanced down at the lower half of his body. Immediately her gaze shot back up to his face, only to find him staring down at her with a knowing expression. That was an impressive hard-on pushing against the front of his jeans. She swallowed hard. There was no doubt that he was attracted to her and wasn’t afraid for her to know it.
Oh God, what should she do? She could pretend she hadn’t noticed, excuse herself and just go home to her pizza and ice cream. Or she could let go of her control, just this once, and enjoy a steamy, sexual encounter with a complete stranger. There really should be no choice. Candy wasn’t the type of woman to indulge in a one-night stand, but the man standing in front of her was the kind of man who came along once in a woman’s lifetime—if she were lucky.
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Jackson's Jewel
Book 5: Awakening Desires
by N.J. Walters
The last thing Jackson Connors wants is a housekeeper. He likes his life just as it is—solitary and uncomplicated.
Emerald Jewel is a New York designer with a stalker on her trail. She needs a place to hide out and Jackson’s farm is the perfect solution to her problem. The last thing she wants is to be attracted to her sexy new boss.
Neither of them is prepared for the explosion of passion that flares between them. They try to resist, but the desire will not be denied. Jackson knows Emerald’s life is in New York and his is on the farm. He’ll eventually have to let her go, but he’s not about to let her face this threat on her own.
The stalker is getting closer to finding Emerald and will stop at nothing to possess her. As the threat around her escalates, she must face leaving Jackson to draw the danger away from the man she’s coming to love.
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Excerpt from Jackson's Jewel
©2008 N.J. Walters
Emerald pulled the car to a stop and turned off the ignition. Since there was no one around, she took a deep breath. She could do this. Her stomach was doing flip-flops and had been all morning. She’d stayed at a quaint B&B last night and had shelled out sixty dollars to pay for it this morning. Her cash was quickly dwindling.
She hated the fact that she’d lied to the woman she’d talked to on the phone about her name. She’d started to give her real name, but at the last second had given the false surname, Jones. They probably wouldn’t recognize her name, but she hadn’t wanted to take any chances. Still, it left her feeling like a complete fraud.
“What’s done is done,” she muttered as she clicked off her seatbelt, opened the door and slid out of her compact car, smoothing down her skirt. It was early morning, not yet seven o’clock, but it was already heating up outside. It was going to be another scorcher of a day. She looked around at the place that was to be her home for the foreseeable future. She’d been honest with Erin Garrett about not wanting a long-term job. But the other woman had assured her that the position of housekeeper and cook was only a temporary one, eight weeks tops.
The back door popped open and a tall, redheaded woman stepped out onto the back porch. “You must be Emerald.” She held out her hand as she strode forward. Emerald liked her on sight.
“I am. And you must be Mrs. Garrett.”
“Please call me Erin.” She turned to the massive man who was close on her heels. “And this is my husband, Abel.”
The guy was huge and very intimidating with his dark hair and piercing green eyes. Still, Emerald met his gaze squarely. “Pleasure to meet you.”
Abel nodded and said hello, but before he could say any more than that, the back door slammed open, drawing all their attention. Emerald froze on the spot. The world around her receded, narrowing to the man striding determinedly toward her. And what a man he was.
He looked to be at least a half a foot taller than her, if not a bit more, and she was five foot eight. It was hard to tell exactly how tall he was because he had a very muscular build. His gait was fluid as his long legs ate up the distance between them. The denim of his jeans outlined his thick thighs and she watched, fascinated by the play of muscles as he moved. The tight, faded material also cupped his male attributes. Emerald’s mouth went dry as her body began to tingle.
His wide shoulders were encased in a faded blue T-shirt that brought out the color of his incredible blue eyes. They were almost the same color as the summer sky and right now they were focused on her. She tried to swallow, but it was impossible. Her breasts felt heavy and, the closer he got to her, the more she could feel her nipples tightening. A low ache began between her thighs and she had to force herself not to fidget.
His face was too rugged to be called good-looking, but it had something even more important—character. His brown hair had reddish highlights that glinted under the morning sun. It was cut short in the back and brushed away from his forehead in the front, framing his face. His eyebrows were severe slashes that were the same color as his hair. Thin lines radiated from the corners of his eyes. Emerald imagined that they were a result of working outside in all weather his entire life. His skin was burnished a light gold from the sun and it emphasized the blue of his eyes. His eyelashes looked almost too long and thick for a man’s, but it was the only softness on his face. His cheekbones were high, his chin firm and stubborn and his nose hawkish.
At the moment, his full lips were pursed in a severe line. They looked soft though. Emerald wondered what they would feel like against her mouth. Or maybe lower as he nibbled on her breasts, teasing the tips. She barely swallowed back a groan. She had to get a grip on her wayward libido. Ignoring the fact that her panties were now damp, she plastered a smile on her face.
Uh-oh, Mr. Hottie wasn’t pleased about her being here. Emerald wondered who he was even as she turned back to Erin. The other woman was smiling at the man. Emerald got a sinking feeling in her stomach.
“Emerald, I’d like you to meet my brother, Jackson Connors. It’s him you’ll be working for.”
She’d just known that this wouldn’t be easy. Still, she needed this job worse than she’d ever needed anything in her life. She could bury her burgeoning desire for her new boss. Besides which, she wouldn’t be here long enough to really get involved with the man. His life was here and hers was back in New York. She was just tired, and like any woman, she could appreciate a final male specimen. It didn’t mean anything.
“Pleased to meet you, Mr. Connors.” She held out her hand and his large, tanned one quickly swallowed it up.
“Might as well call me Jackson since you’re going to be living with me.” His voice was low and raspy, sending shivers running down all her nerve endings. His hand was strong, but he held hers gently. This was a man who knew his own strength and controlled it. Would he show that same control when he took a woman to bed? She suspected so. And she had to get her mind back on the business at hand. She had no time to indulge in sexual fantasies, no matter how much fun they might be.
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