Tour: Scarlet Hawthorne’s Deadline

 

He wants her body and heart, but a killer wants her soul.

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After her erotic romance novels become international bestsellers, writer Gillian Tate cannot enjoy her long-sought success once her husband files for divorce and she becomes the target of threats from a religious fringe hate group; but when she tries to find peace in the solitude of a remote lakeside cabin to complete the third novel in the trilogy, not only does she meet the man who can fulfill her secret desires, she also finds she hasn’t escaped danger by leaving the city. 

When the Adirondack town’s police chief Sam Taylor learns of the threats and checks in on the notorious author, he is surprised to find she is nothing like he would have expected from her erotic novels but everything he has imagined in his own fantasies. 
Can he and the woman of his dreams escape her waking nightmare? 
 
*Adult Content: This erotic romantic suspense includes scenes of bondage between consenting adults.*

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Fireman
I watched as he stripped out of his clothes and donned a pair of ‘firefighter’ trousers teamed with red braces of all things. As if real firefighters wore any of the ridiculous getup he was changing into, in the real world. He would know.
He laughed at the look on my face. “I know, stupid, huh!” He continued to laugh as he placed the helmet of his head. “You coming to the shoot or are you just going to stand there gawking?” I was seriously tempted to do just that. My bitter side, the side that knew thousands of women would be ogling the charity calendar with Preston’s rippled naked chest made me scowl and ridicule his costume. But holy shit, he looked sexy. I wanted to pounce on him, and lick a long wet trail from the V of his stomach all the way up to his nipples and back down again.
“El?”
“Yes?” I squeaked. I actually fucking squeaked. I was so caught up in my daydream and now I was feeling as horny as hell.
He looked over his shoulder and held out his hand to me. “Let’s get this over with, ‘cause if you look at me like that again, as though you want to jump on my face, I’ll be sporting a hard-on through the whole shoot. It’s meant to be a sexy charity calendar, not a porno.”
I took his hand, swallowed my desire and left the room with him.
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