ISBN Digital: 978-1-5092-1423-5
Page Count: 29362
Word Count: 133
Book Three of the Interstellar Matchmaker Series
After a horrific divorce and painful miscarriage, Darcy Andersson’s one of the toughest lawyers in the state of New Mexico. It shouldn’t matter that her erotic fantasies focus on the sexiest judge to ever don a black robe. She may be willing to test the fires of passion if she can get past the scars on her soul.
Copper Fire Judge Hank Simmons has reached the limits of his patience as both a man and a Dom. Three years of unending desire is more than any man can take—Darcy will be his. At his feet, between his legs, under his body…she’s woman enough to submit to his darker appetite.
Can an Interstellar Matchmaker help him burn through the walls Darcy has built around her heart?
Her firm supple body sent a different kind of electricity humming through him and nearly short-circuited his brain.
“I’ve no idea, but you’re not getting back in that car until it’s been thoroughly inspected,” he stated firmly, bending slightly to peer through the window. “I thought…” He inhaled sharply and tilted his head. “Holy shit. The ceiling light popped with enough force to shatter the sunroof glass.”
“What?” she whispered, leaning with him.
Her breasts brushed his chest. Hank had to use every ounce of control not to wrap her in his arms and kiss her. Her head turned, and their mouths were inches apart. He was about to close that distance when he saw the fear in her eyes.
“You okay?” he frowned.
“If you hadn’t pulled me out…” Her voice trailed off as she trembled.
Hank realized that her sundress’s back consisted of two wide straps that crossed in the middle, connecting the square neckline to the wide band at her waist. Her back would have been lacerated by the glass shards that now covered the interior.
Straightening, he pulled her closer, his left hand gently stroking her upper arm.
“Easy,” he murmured. His gaze went to the roof of the car. There was a gaping hole, only a few jagged pieces still in the frame. He closed his eyes and swallowed. “It’s okay.”
“What’s going on?” Jake called over.
“I think the electrical system in Darcy’s car is shot, among other things. We’ll see if we can hook up a tow to the truck, go the house, and call Yancy to come get it.”
From his cousin’s expression, Hank knew Jake thought he’d come up with a way to get the women to stay around longer. No, that was a side benefit. He didn’t think Darcy’s car was safe, and there was no way in hell he was going to let her get in it until Yancy had run it through every vehicular test known. And a few inventive ones if necessary.
No customer reviews for the moment.