Kimberly Raye - Texas Fever

Josh turned to find Holly standing in the doorway, wearing a short black satin robe. Thigh-high black stockings hugged her shapely legs. He started to whistle his appreciation, but once she stepped forward and touched him, everything faded in the soft press of her fingertips against his bare stomach.

“Here, let me help you with those.” She gripped the zipper of his jeans and his breath caught. Metal hissed, the zipper eased and desire knotted in his gut.

Josh had always been the one to take the lead and do the undressing. The looking was the best part, or so he’d always thought. Until that moment.

Holly slipped her satiny fingers inside his BVDs and tugged them down. Then she stopped, her attention fixed on his crotch, and a strange mixture of emotion swirled through him. Half of him wanted to haul her into his arms and kiss her tenderly, while the other half wanted to bend her over and drive into her like a man possessed.

Josh did neither. It was Holly’s recipe and she was doing the cooking.

For now.

Dear Reader,

My heroes have always been bad boys….

The McGraw brothers are the hunkiest bachelors in Romeo, Texas. They’re rough and tough, wild and wicked, and they mean to stay that way.

Especially Josh McGraw.

After witnessing his parents’ loveless marriage, Josh isn’t in any hurry to commit to any woman. But when he meets gourmet dessert chef Holly Farraday and gets a taste of her prizewinning Ultimate Chocolate Orgasm, he finds himself craving more. Not that he’s falling in love, mind you. It’s all about sex.

As the newbie in town, Holly is eager to make friends and anxious to live up to her grandmother’s legendary reputation as the town’s resident sex expert. The problem? While Holly’s got it going in the kitchen, she’s not the least bit experienced when it comes to the bedroom. She needs Josh. Just for sex, mind you, nothing more.

Wrong!

I hope you enjoy reading about Holly and Josh’s romantic adventures. Visit me online at www.kimberlyraye.com and let me know what you think!

Much love from deep in the heart,

Kimberly Raye

P.S. The heat wave continues next month in Texas Fire when wild, wicked Mason McGraw decides to give the town’s most uptight woman a few lessons in how to really loosen up.

www.millsandboon.co.uk

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

HOLLY FARRADAY made it a rule never to pick up men in bars. But when she saw the cowboy standing near the pool table that occupied the far corner of the only saloon in Romeo, Texas, she couldn’t help making an exception.

Cowboy, as in the real deal. There was no loud, blinding Western-cut snap shirt. No dark, stiff jeans. No polished ostrich cowboy boots or barely worn silver belly hat typical of the drugstore variety back in Houston.

Faded Wrangler jeans molded to his hips and thighs and accented long, sturdy legs that led to worn brown cowboy boots. An equally faded denim button-up shirt outlined his broad shoulders, the cuffs rolled up to reveal tanned forearms sprinkled with golden brown hair. A weathered straw Resistol, the front cocked down just a notch and the sides turned up, sat atop his head. Thick, dark hair curled down around his neck and brushed his collar. A rawhide leather choker clung to the tanned column of his throat. He had a strong jaw shadowed with stubble, a firm mouth and a strong nose.

But even more than his appearance, it was the way he carried himself that said he didn’t just talk the talk when it came to the big C. He leaned against the far wall, so cocky and self-assured as he sipped an icy bottle of Coors Light and surveyed the game of eight ball being played in front of him. He oozed strength and an air of raw sensuality that attracted her on a deep, primitive level.

He was a cowboy, all right. A man’s man. A make-your-hormones-jump-up-and-say-yee-hah! kind of man.

Just like the ones in all of the stories Holly’s mother had told her when she’d been a little girl.

Minus the hormone-jumping, of course. Holly was the one who’d added the last part after she’d watched Brad Pitt saddle a horse in Legends of the Fall. That’s when she’d started to cultivate a few stories of her own that were much more naughty than her mother’s G-rated versions about the rancher who defended his land against poachers or the sheriff out to save the town’s bank from robbers.

Holly’s fantasy cowboys were more sexy than noble. Wild as opposed to tame. Wicked instead of virtuous. Hot and unsettling rather than warm and comforting.

She couldn’t help but wonder if the man across the room would measure up to all of her erotic dreams.

As if he sensed her attention, he lifted his head. He tilted the brim of his hat back just a hair and his gaze locked with hers. An undercurrent of heat rushed between them. Awareness rippled along her spine and her senses came alive.

The scent of smoke and leather and beer teased her nostrils. The slow, seductive twang of a Kenny Chesney song filtered from the overhead speakers and slid into her ears. The sweet taste of Dr. Pepper lingered in her mouth and she flicked her tongue along the plump fullness of her bottom lip. Her breaths came quicker and she became acutely aware of the tight lace of her bra against her suddenly ripe nipples.

He grinned, just a slow, lazy tilt to his lips, but it was enough to make her mouth go dry. A burst of heat washed from her head to her toes, and left every inch in between panting for more. Her skin grew itchy and tight.

Forget measuring up. He’d already surpassed her expectations, and with nothing more than a glance. Understandable. He wasn’t just a face on a movie screen or a red-hot image spicing up her thoughts. He was flesh and blood, and he wanted her back.

Interest gleamed in his gaze, as vivid as the blue neon Bud Lite sign that hung just to his right. He was intrigued, all right. And turned on. And he definitely seemed as if he wanted her.

As much as she wanted him.

She took a long drink of her Dr. Pepper and tried to get a grip on the fierce lust raging inside of her. An emotion the likes of which she’d never felt before.

Then again, it only seemed fitting that what she felt right now would be different from anything in her past.

She’d expected different.

She’d anticipated it.

Because today was a new beginning for Holly Farraday.

It was her first official day in Romeo, Texas.

Up until last week, she’d been running her home-based gourmet dessert business, Sweet & Sinful, out of a sizable apartment in Houston’s Galleria area. She’d been right in the middle of lamenting her lack of oven space—she desperately needed a third commercial oven to accommodate her growing customer base—when she’d received the phone call informing her that her grandmother had passed away.