Seducing Allie is out + excerpt + contest!
He’s going to show this wedding crasher just how dirty the outdoors can be.
Seattle Steam, Book 3
Allison Siegel is out to stop a wedding. With one of her best childhood friends about to marry a gold-digger, who wouldn’t at least try to stage an intervention? Apparently, her other childhood bestie, Clint.
The minute Allie grew out of her sneakers and into her curves, Clint’s hormones went ballistic. But she had eyes only for Ken, so Clint made himself scarce, even after the relationship fizzled. Now she’s back, looking better than ever—and hell-bent on sabotaging Ken’s wedding. So Clint knows he needs to do whatever it takes to head her off at the pass.
Kidnapped! Allison can’t believe it. Now she’s stuck in the Montana backwoods fending off nature’s friends, and fighting a losing battle to resist Clint—the sexiest forest ranger on the planet.
Clint has big plans for Allie. Not only will he convince a city girl that she needs to embrace her inner nature freak, but he’s going to prove there’s sparks flying in more places than just the campfire.
This book contains a city girl out of her element, a forest ranger determined to keep her there, and a campfire seduction hot enough to melt more than just marshmallows.
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Clint reached up, his palm gently cupping the side of her face.
“Come back to my hotel room.”
The air locked in her lungs and Allison’s heart nearly stopped. Hot awareness rocked through her as his offer resonated in her head. Had she heard that wrong?
“We would be explosive together, Allie,” he murmured, tracing his thumb over her lower lip. “Tell me you haven’t thought about it.”
She tried to shake her head, but it just kind of twitched as a low moan formed in her throat. Clint wanted to sleep with her, wasn’t even being all cautious, subtle or romantic about it. He was just laying it all on the table.
“I want you,” he continued, “and I intend to have you, kitten.”
Kitten. It was almost a sexual play on how he’d called her Allie-cat all those years. She’d seen Clint be aggressive with women before, but never with her. To have his attention focused on her was both titillating and a bit scary.
Her knees went weak and she closed her eyes, already seeing it in her mind. How going to bed with Clint would be. But he’s your friend. And yet she’d crossed that boundary with Kenneth at one point, why not Clint?
Clint’s mouth, soft and yet firm, pressed against hers. The moan in her throat finally escaped as his tongue slid deep inside to tease her.
Allison’s thoughts scattered as pleasure slid through her body. Heating her, making every nerve come to life. She instinctively pressed herself close to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and responding to his kiss as if it were the most natural thing to do.
The hard press of Clint’s erection against her belly sent an ache pulsing low between her legs.
He lifted his head and dazedly she saw the hard glitter of arousal in his eyes.
“Let’s go to my hotel room, Allie. You can drive me back here to my car in the morning.”
It took a second for his words to sink in, but when they did a flush stole into her cheeks. Did he seriously just expect her to waltz out of here and go to bed with him?
A thought slid through her, leaving her chilled and her stomach twisting. Or was Clint just looking at sex as distraction? As a way to keep her from talking to Kenneth while getting a little action himself?
Would Clint really be that calculating?
Swallowing the unease, Allison shook her head. Either way, she wasn’t going to jump into bed with Clint. It could only lead to trouble.
“Sorry, Clint. That’s just not a good idea.”
His lips curved into a sexy smile, before he dipped his head to nip at her bottom lip again. “You want me to drive?”
She pressed her hands against his chest to push him away. “No, I want you walk back into that party and tell Kenneth to come out here for a minute.”
Clint stilled and all traces of arousal disappeared from his eyes. A small tic started in his jaw. “Leave him alone, Allison.”
“I can’t. Not until I’ve spoken with him.”
He exhaled harshly. “I don’t think this has anything to do with him marrying Ashley, but everything to do with him not marrying you.”
What? Her mouth flapped and she shook her head. Didn’t Clint know she’d only dated Ken for a few months and it had been a terrible idea? Any relationship between them was water under the bridge.
“You’re way off base,” she muttered. Her chin lifted and she felt a totally irrational desire to push his buttons. She knew she was being ridiculous, but didn’t care. “And I’ll talk to him if I have to show up at this house tomorrow and drag his hungover ass off the couch.”
His eyes flared with a cross between amusement and aggravation. He plucked the keys from her hand and unlocked her door. “No, you won’t. And this is your last warning, Allison.” He lifted a finger in front of her face. “Contact him again and I’m done playing nice.”
She climbed into the car and glared up at him. “This was nice, Clint? Once upon time you used to be nice. But this was—”
He shut the door with a wink, cutting off her tirade.
What a jerk. Allison’s teeth snapped together as she started the engine, before pulling away from the curb.
She’d show Clint exactly what he could do with his warning.