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Blurb:

Forced to travel to Alaska to settle rising conflict between her father’s mine and local environmentalists, Amber Westing finally sees something to rival the Alaskan scenery. Craven Nioka is tall, dark, and too damn sexy for Amber’s own good. Craven is also in need of a good working between the sheets, and she intends to see he gets it. After all, the environmentalists vandalizing the diamond mine will be there when she’s done with the hunky man of Alaska. That’s if a woman could ever truly be done with a man like Craven.

Craven Nioka isn’t sure what pink rock that Amber Westing crawled from under, but knows that the brunette beauty with dark eyes and the streaked dark hair is going back to Nevada where she came from. He just has to figure out two things: One, how to get the Sin City cutie back on the plane; and two, how he’s going to keep himself out of her bed until he does.

The nights heat up between the sheets; and by day, the threats of the environmentalists increase. Soon, catastrophe strikes and Craven has to decide if destroying what he shares with Amber is really the best way to save them both from the deadly threats.

Excerpt:

“Just hear me out,” he demanded, trying hard not to notice anything that would turn him on. He took a deep breath and smelled nothing but feminine scent. Yep, that fruity soft scent blew that hope all to hell. Amber Westing was here to challenge him not just sexually, but with that sharp tongue and the attitude that was twice as big as she was. “My mother yelled at me, because I left you to fend for your self, because you were scared and I should’ve stayed to make sure you were safe and settled, all because you got your thong in a bunch thinking that something or someone was in this house.”

“Stop throwing that temper at me, Craven Nioka, because you don’t need to be so rude to me, I have no idea what it is about me you hate so much. Second, my thong was not in a bunch because I’m not wearing one now.”

The thought stiffened his cock, the muscle in his jaw flexed as he gritted his teeth. “I didn’t need to hear that.”

“Shut-up and hear me out, I wasn’t alone for your information. However, I got it worked out and made a fire and it’s all okay.”

Craven ran his bare hands over his face. Amber was really something else.

“And where the hell are your gloves?” she asked, sounding more like a scolding mother than a beautiful brunette on a rampage.

He looked up at her and ran his hand over his jaw. Her gaze dropped to his hand then back up. For the slightest second, desire burned in her eyes. He had to get away from her. “Well, where is this intruder?” He lifted his brow and waited for her response.

“Behind you on the sofa.”

Craven nodded and looked to the sofa, a small set of brown eyes stared back at him. Horror and shock washed over him and he spun back to Amber. “That’s a mink, they’re wild animals,” he told her.

“So, you’re a wild animal.” She moved past him and over to the sofa.

He wheeled around and stepped closer to her. “I’m not a wild animal.” He tried to ignore the silent debate if her defiance and stubbornness were grating on his nerves or because it was fiercely turning him on that was grating on his nerves. “That is a wild animal.” He pointed to the gray mink and looked at it. “What the hell does it have around its neck?”

“It has a name, it’s Sasha and that would be my diamond tennis bracelet,” she answered in a defiant tone. “I put it on her after I bathed her; diamonds and mink go well together. You would have known that if you had come sooner and not stopped along the way to do whatever the hell it is you do.”

“I got here as quickly as the snow and ice allowed, not by choice.” Why the hell did she have to be so damn beautiful? “Now, what the hell do you mean you bathed the mink?”

Her face softened and she smiled. “She smelled, so I gave her a good shampoo; she liked the water.”

Craven’s mouth parted in shock. She was beautiful as hell, but as clueless as they came. “It could have bit you, it could have a disease, and it’s in the wild for a reason!”

“Well, that certainly explains you, Craven Nioka,” she told him with wide eyes and a pout. “Only, I didn’t realize cold blooded creatures could survive in these temperatures.”

She did not just call him cold blooded. “I’m not cold blooded, that I am sure of, as sure as the fact that tomorrow your Sin City ass is getting on a plane.”

“Like hell I am! Sasha and I are staying put.” She glared at him and pursed her lips again. He couldn’t look at her lips or he would think of the way they felt next to his. His gaze dropped to her lips, his brain disregarded the warning. He was wrong and didn’t think of how they felt; instead, he remembered how she tasted. His cock stiffened, and for the umpteenth time that day, he was real glad his coat covered it. Lifting his gaze, he met her eyes. He didn’t want this, he never asked for it.

“No staying, no pet minks, nothing. Pack your stuff and let’s go,” he told her firmly. “I’ll take your bracelet off that fur trap, then we are gone.”

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