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third historical novel would be in the shops any
day now. She’d attached the design to the email she’d sent the
group, and then brought the shiny printed version along to show
them last time. They’d all fingered it with envy.
    A spread-legged swashbuckling pirate
type—shirt flowing backward off impressive shoulders—stood braced
against the mast of a sailing ship.
    Romy had been infuriated they’d used a
model with a smooth chest. Her heroine enjoyed running her fingers
through the crisp hair on her hero’s hard pecs and taut abdomen
apparently, so that made mincemeat of her story.
    Ian enjoyed the women’s chat and
gossip. They were bitchy but bore no grudge longer than a few
minutes. He found them intensely co-operative and helpful, unlike
any male groups he’d been part of. The aggression of his old
football team and sailing crew were in stark contrast. Why was it
so damned important to be the one giving orders all the
time?

    The boat lurched with a
sickening roll. He reached out a muscular arm and enfolded her
possessively.
    “ Lean on me, Liz. You’re
safe now.”
    She turned her huge
aquamarine eyes toward him in silent thanks. The sea roared like
thunder. It was far too noisy to attempt further speech.
    She slipped from his grasp
and cannoned against the thigh-high storage locker, anchoring
herself with slender fingers thrust into the tangled ropes. Ian
sheltered her with his body, desperate to bring warmth to her
shivering frame.
    She moaned his name,
trembling with fear. He drew closer, enticed by her soft feminine
neediness, and tightened his arm again, wishing she would accept
more than mere body-heat from him. She twisted a little, and his
hand enclosed the soft swell of her breast. He caressed the
treasure gently, searching out the rosy peak that his lips yearned
to suckle.
    Liz drew a sharp breath
and moaned his name again. He lowered his face to her creamy neck,
nuzzling amongst her luxuriant hair until his hot breath warmed her
chilled skin. He chanced a tiny kiss—the merest brush of his aching
lips against her glorious flesh.
    The boat pitched and
yawed, and he was thrust hard against her. He was thrust against
her, hard. He was hard—he thrust against her.
    Make up your bloody mind,
Ian!
    Liz’s thin muslin dress
had been ripped away by the raging waves. Her long sinuous back
pressed against him, smooth and supple. The gentle undulation of
her spine drew his lips downward. A kiss for this little bump...a
lick for this pretty knob...a nibble here, a nip there. His mouth
slid lower until it encountered a tiny strap of lavender lace
traversing her hips.
    He tore at it with his
teeth, reveling in the sound of it ripping away from her body,
leaving her most luscious flesh exposed for him.
    Still she sprawled across
the locker. Still her hands grasped the ropes for safety. Her long
legs were spread-eagled to maintain her balance, but the water had
now calmed a little.
    Ian pressed against her,
his tattered trousers no barrier between them. His hot flesh
invaded hers, and the waves rocked them ever closer to their
precipice of pleasure.

    The van tire scraped against Meg’s
curb, and Ian wrenched himself back to reality.
    Dammit! He’d entirely lost the
sensation. He groaned with frustration. Liz had attracted him from
the first moment he’d met her. She was so far out of his league he
wouldn’t consider attempting to chat her up. But a good
brain-fuck—that was a different matter. He was quite accomplished
at those.
    Was she already inside the house? Her
blue SUV wasn’t parked in the street, but she sometimes got a ride
with Romy.
    It seemed only decent to stay in the
van for a few minutes until he was feeling less randy. Sighing, he
reached for his synopsis. One final read through might do the
trick.

CHAPTER 6 - ELOISE SMOKES AND STEAMS

    What could you do with a
twenty-two-year-old daughter? Leave her at home so she’d waste
hours on the phone to her boyfriend half a world away