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in you, remember?
She groaned as he moved down her body. His hands went to her lacy panties, thumbs
hooking under the band. With slow deliberation he pulled them from her body, slowly
exposing her to his hot gaze. You were right, Emma, to stop me before. He looked up
with a grin that made her moan. I d forgotten how much fun it is to play with my food.
And with that, Max began a sensuous torture that had her writhing with need.
Can love tame a jaguar god?
Treasure Hunting
© 2008 Jenna McDonald
A Hunting Love story.
A good tromp through the jungle fending off giant bugs and hunting for long-lost
ruins in South America is exactly Meg s idea of a great vacation. She takes the sudden
appearance of a wounded jaguar in stride, thinking it ll make an interesting story. But
when she wakes up to find a man in place of a cat, she wonders who s going to believe it!
Santiago has learned the hard way that he and human women just don t mix. When
you can change into an animal at will, it tends to upset people. But despite his best
intentions, he finds himself falling hard for the little blonde who saved his life.
It ll take a leap of faith-and of love. Or this treasure will slip through his fingers.
Warning: This work contains graphic m/f sex, bad language, and terrible humor.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Treasure Hunting:
How far is your camp? Meg rubbed the back of her skull against the headrest,
itching at the sweat trickling across her scalp. Santiago s eyes were closed, but she knew
he wasn t resting. His muscles were tense, beads of sweat standing out against his chest,
along his temples, making his black hair damp. She dragged her eyes back to the road,
scolding herself half-heartedly that this really wasn t the time to ogle him.
But lordy, he had a nice chest. Simply not looking didn t mean she couldn t
remember it; all angles and planes, hard muscles and very little hair just enough to
emphasize shadows on golden skin. She thought of his purr, and nearly purred herself.
She sighed. The weight of a gaze pulled her eyes back around, and she saw Santiago
peering at her sidelong, a smile playing around the corners of his mouth as if he knew
exactly what thoughts ran through her mind.
Clearing her throat, she shifted in her seat, suddenly warm. Okay, she d been warm
before, but now she was downright toasty. Um. Your camp?
It ll be a while. His voice was like rough velvet stroking down her flesh. A few
days.
Oh. Well, that was unexpected. Damn. Maybe we should have lunch, she
suggested, and snuck another look at him. He d grown quieter as the day crept on, lines
of pain slowly etching into strong features.
Yes, he rumbled. That might be good.
The nice thing about the jungle, despite bugs the size of small airplanes and heat like
a volcano, was that you didn t have to look for parking when you decided you were ready
to stop. Meg stopped, stomped on the emergency break, and declared them parked.
Do you need help? She glanced over at the man beside her.
Lips pursed, eyes staring straight ahead, he nodded once.
Concern threaded through her. In her experience, men didn t admit to needing any
kind of help. He must have been hurting.
Hang on. Unpeeling herself from the vinyl, she slid out of the car. He hadn t
moved by the time she got around to the other side, and she spent a moment wondering if
he expected her to lift him out. Things could get awkward in that case. She supposed
she d at least cushion his landing&
Squashed under a hunka hunka burnin love. There were worse ways to go.
Then he twisted carefully, a warm hand settling on her shoulder for balance as he
climbed from the Jeep. She didn t move, trying to be as rock-steady as he might need.
When his feet landed on the ground and he was no longer swaying, she came eye-to-
pectoral with an utterly perfect torso. Sweat inched down the crease between his muscles,
sped over the ridge above his abs, and slid helter-skelter down the center of a six-pack.
Maybe even a twelve pack. It hit a snag in his belly button, worked its way out, and
dropped past a flat abdomen before soaking into the blanket, which sagged low on his
hips.
Meg swallowed.
Nope, she still felt utterly incapable of thought.
She licked her lips.
It didn t help.
She even cleared her throat.
She could still taste what she imagined he d be like. Oh, God. She could smell him,
all male and musk and something a little wild.
Ready? he asked.
She closed her eyes to break the spell. That worked. A little, anyway. Taking a deep
breath she opened her eyes and met his gaze, her gut clenching in expectation. Her last
boyfriend had hated it when she d stared like that. Then she looked up way, way up
into Santiago s face. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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in you, remember?
She groaned as he moved down her body. His hands went to her lacy panties, thumbs
hooking under the band. With slow deliberation he pulled them from her body, slowly
exposing her to his hot gaze. You were right, Emma, to stop me before. He looked up
with a grin that made her moan. I d forgotten how much fun it is to play with my food.
And with that, Max began a sensuous torture that had her writhing with need.
Can love tame a jaguar god?
Treasure Hunting
© 2008 Jenna McDonald
A Hunting Love story.
A good tromp through the jungle fending off giant bugs and hunting for long-lost
ruins in South America is exactly Meg s idea of a great vacation. She takes the sudden
appearance of a wounded jaguar in stride, thinking it ll make an interesting story. But
when she wakes up to find a man in place of a cat, she wonders who s going to believe it!
Santiago has learned the hard way that he and human women just don t mix. When
you can change into an animal at will, it tends to upset people. But despite his best
intentions, he finds himself falling hard for the little blonde who saved his life.
It ll take a leap of faith-and of love. Or this treasure will slip through his fingers.
Warning: This work contains graphic m/f sex, bad language, and terrible humor.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Treasure Hunting:
How far is your camp? Meg rubbed the back of her skull against the headrest,
itching at the sweat trickling across her scalp. Santiago s eyes were closed, but she knew
he wasn t resting. His muscles were tense, beads of sweat standing out against his chest,
along his temples, making his black hair damp. She dragged her eyes back to the road,
scolding herself half-heartedly that this really wasn t the time to ogle him.
But lordy, he had a nice chest. Simply not looking didn t mean she couldn t
remember it; all angles and planes, hard muscles and very little hair just enough to
emphasize shadows on golden skin. She thought of his purr, and nearly purred herself.
She sighed. The weight of a gaze pulled her eyes back around, and she saw Santiago
peering at her sidelong, a smile playing around the corners of his mouth as if he knew
exactly what thoughts ran through her mind.
Clearing her throat, she shifted in her seat, suddenly warm. Okay, she d been warm
before, but now she was downright toasty. Um. Your camp?
It ll be a while. His voice was like rough velvet stroking down her flesh. A few
days.
Oh. Well, that was unexpected. Damn. Maybe we should have lunch, she
suggested, and snuck another look at him. He d grown quieter as the day crept on, lines
of pain slowly etching into strong features.
Yes, he rumbled. That might be good.
The nice thing about the jungle, despite bugs the size of small airplanes and heat like
a volcano, was that you didn t have to look for parking when you decided you were ready
to stop. Meg stopped, stomped on the emergency break, and declared them parked.
Do you need help? She glanced over at the man beside her.
Lips pursed, eyes staring straight ahead, he nodded once.
Concern threaded through her. In her experience, men didn t admit to needing any
kind of help. He must have been hurting.
Hang on. Unpeeling herself from the vinyl, she slid out of the car. He hadn t
moved by the time she got around to the other side, and she spent a moment wondering if
he expected her to lift him out. Things could get awkward in that case. She supposed
she d at least cushion his landing&
Squashed under a hunka hunka burnin love. There were worse ways to go.
Then he twisted carefully, a warm hand settling on her shoulder for balance as he
climbed from the Jeep. She didn t move, trying to be as rock-steady as he might need.
When his feet landed on the ground and he was no longer swaying, she came eye-to-
pectoral with an utterly perfect torso. Sweat inched down the crease between his muscles,
sped over the ridge above his abs, and slid helter-skelter down the center of a six-pack.
Maybe even a twelve pack. It hit a snag in his belly button, worked its way out, and
dropped past a flat abdomen before soaking into the blanket, which sagged low on his
hips.
Meg swallowed.
Nope, she still felt utterly incapable of thought.
She licked her lips.
It didn t help.
She even cleared her throat.
She could still taste what she imagined he d be like. Oh, God. She could smell him,
all male and musk and something a little wild.
Ready? he asked.
She closed her eyes to break the spell. That worked. A little, anyway. Taking a deep
breath she opened her eyes and met his gaze, her gut clenching in expectation. Her last
boyfriend had hated it when she d stared like that. Then she looked up way, way up
into Santiago s face. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]