
Dear Reader, Sugar ‘n’ spice and everything…naughty. That description fits the three heroines in our Kiss & Tell miniseries to a ‘T’. Especially Layla Hollister, no matter how much she’d like to have you believe otherwise. Especially when fellow physician and resident hottie Sam Lovejoy comes onto the scene. In NIGHT FEVER, general practitioner Dr. Layla Hollister literally shivers whenever she hears plastic surgeon Dr. Sam Lovejoy’s name. The truth is she would never have been attracted to him if she’d known who he was when they met. But she didn’t know. And attracted? Well, that doesn’t begin to cover how she feels about the notorious Dr. Lovejoy. The problem is once he catches on to her feverish condition, he relishes challenging her on all she’s come to believe about life and love…and about hot, sticky sex! We hope Layla and Sam’s sizzling journey leaves you running for a cold shower! We’d love to hear what you think. Snail mail us at P.O. Box 12271, Toledo, OH 43612 (we’ll respond with an signed bookplate, newsletter and bookmark), or email us at karayianni@aol.com. Then make sure you check out FLAVOR OF THE MONTH and JUST BETWEEN US in November and December 2003! Here’s wishing you love, romance and hot reading! ********************* Dedication This one’s for the incomparable Kathryn Falk, Lady of Barrow, the extraordinary Carol Stacy, the gifted Giselle Hirtenfeld/Goldfeder, and the entire staff at Romantic Times BookCLUB. You all are the stuff of which heroines are made! |
Excerpt from NIGHT FEVER:
“There’s something I’m dying to find out…They stood face-to-face in the crowded restaurant, and when someone walked past, Layla was forced to step closer to Sam to make room. He watched her green eyes dilate in a telltale sign of arousal. “Oh? And what’s that?” she asked lightly.
A slight upturning of her lush lips made his stomach crave something other than food. Continuing to play the game, he answered, “Whether or not you taste as good as you look.”
Before she could respond, Sam closed the few inches separating his mouth from Layla’s, giving her plenty of time to pull back. She didn’t. In fact, she leaned forward.
Her mouth tasted like a juicy peach just begging to be devoured. He flicked his tongue out, licking the rim of her lips, then dipping it inside. He’d never tasted anything sweeter, hotter, more addictive…
Desire hit, strong and hard. And Sam suddenly realized just how hungry he really was…
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