Brenda Jackson - Feeling the Heat

Selected praise for New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Brenda Jackson

“Brenda Jackson writes romance that sizzles and

characters you fall in love with.”

—New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Lori Foster

“Jackson’s trademark ability to weave multiple

characters and side stories together makes

shocking truths all the more exciting.”

—Publishers Weekly

“Possibly [the] sexiest entry in the Westmoreland

series … Jackson has the sexiest cowboy to ever

ride the range.”

—RT Book Reviews on A Wife for a Westmoreland

“Jackson’s characters are wonderful, strong,

colorful and hot enough to burn the pages.”

—RT Book Reviews on Westmoreland’s Way

“The kind of sizzling, heart-tugging story

Brenda Jackson is famous for.”

—RT Book Reviews on Spencer’s Forbidden Passion

“This is entertainment at its best.”

—RT Book Reviews on Star of His Heart

Dear Reader,

Wow! It’s time to savor another Westmoreland. I actually felt the heat between Micah and Kalina while writing their story.

Feeling the Heat is a story of misunderstanding and betrayal. Kalina thinks Micah is the one man who broke her heart. A man she could never love again. Micah believes if Kalina really knew him she would know he could never cause her pain. So he is determined that she get to know the real Micah Westmoreland. He also intends to prove that when a Westmoreland wants something—or someone—he will stop at nothing to get it, and Micah Westmoreland wants Kalina Daniels back in his life.

Relax and enjoy Micah and Kalina’s story. And with every Brenda Jackson book it is suggested that you have a cold drink ready. Be prepared to feel the heat!

Happy reading!

Brenda Jackson

BRENDA JACKSONis a die “heart” romantic who married her childhood sweetheart and still proudly wears the “going steady” ring he gave her when she was fifteen. Because she believes in the power of love, Brenda’s stories always have happy endings. In her real-life love story, Brenda and her husband of thirty-eight years live in Jacksonville, Florida, and have two sons.

A New York Times bestselling author of more than seventy-five romance titles, Brenda is a recent retiree who now divides her time between family, writing and traveling with Gerald. You may write Brenda at PO Box 28267, Jacksonville, Florida 32226, USA, by e-mail at WriterBJackson@aol.com or visit her website at www.brendajackson.net.

Brenda Jackson

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Micah Westmoreland glanced across the ballroom at the woman just arriving and immediately felt a tightening in his gut. Kalina Daniels was undeniably beautiful, sensuous in every sense of the word.

He desperately wanted her.

A shadow of a smile touched his lips as he took a sip of his champagne.

But if he knew Kalina, and he did know Kalina, she despised him and still hadn’t forgiven him for what had torn them apart two years ago. It would be a freezing-cold day in hell before she let him get near her, which meant sharing her bed again was out of the question.

He inhaled deeply and could swear that even with the distance separating them he could pick up her scent, a memory he couldn’t seem to let go of. Nor could he let go of the memories of the time they’d shared together while in Australia. And there had been many. Even now, it didn’t take much to recall the whisper of her breath on him just seconds before her mouth—

“Haven’t you learned your lesson yet, Micah?”

He frowned and shot the man standing across from him a narrowed look. Evidently his best friend, Beau Smallwood, was also aware of Kalina’s entry, and Beau, more than anyone, knew their history.

Micah took a sip of his drink and sat back on his heels. “Should I have?”

Beau merely smiled. “Yes, if you haven’t, then you should. Need I remind you that I was there that night when Kalina ended up telling you to go to hell and not to talk to her ever again?”

Micah flinched, remembering that night, as well. Beau was right. After Kalina had overheard what she’d assumed to be the truth, she’d told him to kiss off in several languages. She was fluent in so damn many. The words might have sounded foreign, but the meaning had been crystal clear. She didn’t want to see him again. Ever. With the way she’d reacted, she could have made that point to a deaf person.

“No, you don’t need to remind me of anything.” He wondered what she would say when she saw him tonight. Had she actually thought he wouldn’t come? After all, this ceremony was to honor all medical personnel who worked for the federal government. As epidemiologists working for the Centers for Disease Control, they both fell within that category.

Knowing how her mind worked, he suspected she probably figured he wouldn’t come. That he would be reluctant to face her. She thought the worst about him and had believed what her father had told her. Initially, her believing such a thing had pissed him off—until he’d accepted that given the set of circumstances, not to mention how well her father had played them both for fools, there was no way she could not believe it.

A part of him wished he could claim that she should have known him better, but even now he couldn’t make that assertion. From the beginning, he’d made it perfectly clear to her, as he’d done with all women, that he wasn’t interested in a serious relationship. Since Kalina was as into her career as he’d been into his, his suggestion of a no-strings affair hadn’t bothered her at all and she’d agreed to the affair knowing it wasn’t long-term.

At the time, he’d had no way of knowing that she would eventually get under his skin in a way that, even now, he found hard to accept. He hadn’t been prepared for the serious turn their affair had taken until it had been too late. By then her father had already deliberately lied to save his own skin.

“Well, she hasn’t seen you yet, and I prefer not being around when she does. I do remember Kalina’s hostility toward you even if you don’t,” Beau said, snagging a glass of champagne from the tray of a passing waiter. “And with that said, I’m out of here.” He then quickly walked to the other side of the room.

Micah watched Beau’s retreating back before turning his attention to his glass, staring down at the bubbly liquid. Moments later, he sighed in frustration and glanced up in time to see Kalina cross the room. He couldn’t help noticing he wasn’t the only man watching her. That didn’t surprise him.

One thing he could say, no matter what function she attended, whether it was in the finest restaurant in England or in a little hole in the wall in South Africa, she carried herself with grace, dignity and style. That kind of presence wasn’t a necessity for her profession. But she made it one.

It had been clear to him the first time he’d met her—that night three years ago when her father, General Neil Daniels, had introduced them at a military function here in D.C.—that he and Kalina shared an intense attraction that had foretold a heated connection. What had surprised him was that she had captivated him without even trying.

She hadn’t made things easy for him. In fact, to his way of thinking, she’d deliberately made things downright difficult. He’d figured he could handle just about anything. But when he’d later run into her in Sydney, she’d almost proven him wrong.