Hot-Wired / Coming on Strong: Hot-Wired

Hot-Wired / Coming on Strong: Hot-Wired
Tawny Weber

JENNIFER LABRECQUE

Sassy heroines and irresistible heroes embark on sizzling sexual adventures as they play the game of modern love and lust. Expect fast paced reads with plenty of steamy encounters.Hot Wired Jennifer LaBrecqueBad boy Beau has a need for speed. The racing driver’s always been irresistible to women – yet feisty wedding planner Natalie is the only one who can keep up with him! But does she have the power to tame this reckless rebel for good?Coming on Strong Tawny WeberEvent planner Belle needs gorgeous tycoon Mitch’s help, even though she left him at the altar six years ago. With her father’s business in ruins, Mitch is the only man for the job. Yet the jet-setter has other plans in mind – a sizzling-hot seduction of revenge!

Available in June 2010 from Mills & Boon

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Hot-Wired

by Jennifer LaBrecque

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by Rhonda Nelson

Every Breath You Take…

by Hope Tarr

HOT-WIRED

“You clean up nice, Ms Bridges.”

He leaned down and for one heart-stopping, pulse-pounding moment she was certain he was going to kiss her. There was a lambent sensuality in his eyes, in the way he bent his head. Her whole body tingled in anticipation. The air between them seemed to crackle.

He canted his head to the left, his dark hair teasing against her cheek, and sniffed delicately. She could almost feel the faint scrape of his five-o’clock shadow against her neck. She was on the verge of spontaneous combustion.

COMING ON STRONG

“I wasn’t the one who ran out on the wedding,” Mitch argued.

Belle frowned. “That’s your own damn fault,” she declared. “If you hadn’t put such an insane price on your body, we’d never have ended up in that mess.”

He was speechless. “My body?”

“I wanted sex,” Belle stated. “Simple, uncomplicated sex. But no, you had to turn it into something else. You ruined it.”

He clenched his jaw, struggling to find a response. In Belle, he thought he’d found the perfect woman. And she’d walked out on him. Well, he’d blown his chance once. He wasn’t stupid enough to blow it twice.

“You want sex?” he rasped, anger and lust deepening his voice. “Don’t worry, Belle. I’ll give you enough sex to last a lifetime…”

Hot-Wired

by

Jennifer LaBrecque

Coming on Strong

by

Tawny Weber

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Hot-Wired

by

Jennifer LaBrecque

After a varied career path that included barbecue-joint waitress, corporate numbers cruncher and bug-business maven, Jennifer LaBrecque has found her true calling writing contemporary romance. Named 2001 Notable New Author of the Year and 2002 winner of the prestigious Maggie Award for Excellence, she is also a two-time RITA® Award finalist. Jennifer lives in suburban Atlanta with one husband, one active daughter, one really bad cat, two precocious greyhounds and a chihuahua who runs the whole show.

Thanks to Brenda Chin and Margaret Learn for helping me make this a better book.

And to Alison Kent, Julie Miller and Lori Borrill, all top-notch writers. It was great fun creating the world of Dahlia, Tennessee. Wish we could go for a visit.

And last but not least, to all the drag racers and their crews who devote endless hours to putting on a great show, especially the ORSCA folks.

Chapter 1

BEAU STILLWELL could kiss her ass. If she could ever find him, that was.

Her temper beginning to fray at the edges, Natalie Bridges silently huffed and carefully picked her way through yet another row of big pickup trucks, trailers, motor homes and some of the loudest, gaudiest souped-up cars she’d ever had the misfortune to see. Welcome to Dahlia Speedway, where big boys and their toys hurtled down a quarter-mile track to see who could go the fastest. Quite frankly, she didn’t get it.

What, or rather who, she needed to get, however, was Beauregard Stillwell. She’d called and left messages every day for two weeks with the secretary of Stillwell Construction. He’d summarily ignored them. She’d doggedly left messages on his cell and home phone. No call back.

She jumped as a car cranked next to her with a near deafening roar. Was there another wedding planner in Nashville, Tennessee, who’d go to these lengths to get the job done? Maybe, maybe not, but she was bound and determined that Caitlyn Stillwell and Cash Vickers would have the wedding of their dreams—if she could ever get Caitlyn’s brother, Beau, to cooperate.

Caitlyn and Cash had the most romantic story. Call it fate or destiny or karma, but fresh out of college with a degree in film and video, Caitlyn had lucked into shooting a music video for rising country music star Cash Vickers at an antebellum plantation outside Nashville. In a nutshell, they’d fallen in love with each other and the place during the filming. In a wildly romantic gesture, Cash had bought the plantation, Belle Terre, for him and Caitlyn. They both had their hearts set on getting married there. However, while a faintly neglected air worked for a video for “Homesick,” a song about finding where you belong and who you belonged there with, it didn’t work for a wedding. Caitlyn didn’t trust anyone with the renovations except her big brother, Beau.

Which was all good and fine, if Natalie could just get him to talk to her about the renovation schedule. In the two-week span of being ignored, Natalie could’ve lined up another builder to handle the remodel, except this was a sticking point with Caitlyn. No Beau Stillwell, no remodel. No remodel, no wedding.

And come hell or high water, in which hell might very well take the form of Beau Stillwell, Natalie was planning and executing this wedding. Cash was being touted as country music’s next big thing, and being in charge of his and Caitlyn’s wedding would set Natalie apart as Nashville’s premier wedding planner…but only if everything went off without a hitch. She’d either be ruined or all the rage. Ruined wasn’t a viable option.

Hence, she’d finished up the rehearsal dinner for tomorrow’s wedding between Gina Morris and Tommy Pitchford, settled them and their families at the private banquet room at the upscale Giancarlo’s Ristorante, and left her assistant, Cynthia, to deal with any residual problems. Natalie had driven the thirty miles out of Nashville and parted with twenty dollars at the gate to gain entry to the one place she knew for sure she could find Mr. Stillwell on a Friday evening—the Dahlia drag strip.