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Forbidden
Tori Carrington

Leah Dubois can't believe it when J. T. West comes rolling back into town on his Harley. During their torrid love affair over a year ago, he'd done things to her that no other man ever had before…or ever would again. Only, when she left her husband for him, J.T. disappeared without a word. But she'd never stopped craving his touch….J.T. knows he has nothing to offer Leah, but he can't stay away. His need for her is beyond control, beyond reason. He has to have her for as long as she'll let him…or until his past catches up with him. Because J.T. is a man on the run. And no matter how much he regrets it, he knows he'll end up loving Leah–then leaving her–again….

He wondered if she had only sex on her mind

Leah advanced on J.T., her dark eyes all hot desire. Stopping in front of him, she kissed him like her life depended on it.

Good Lord, what this woman did to him. “Hello to you, too,” he murmured, cupping her shoulders and pulling her slightly away.

She grabbed his hand and started leading him into the house, leaving no doubt about her motivations for being there. It made him a little uneasy.

“Can a guy catch a shower first?” he asked, stalling.

She turned toward him. “But I want you to be dirty.” The flush of passion on her pale cheeks made it clear what she meant.

J.T. swallowed hard. Just the passion in Leah’s face made him forget about the work that needed to be done, forget that she’d very obviously come out just for sex.

He loved claiming her sweet body. Loved making her go over the edge.

But it was her heart he was after.

And he was afraid he’d never reach it.

Dear Reader,

SLEEPING WITH SECRETS… Intrigued? We have to admit the title of this miniseries grabbed us from the start and refused to let go. It tempted us to step into the shadows, opening our eyes to all sorts of forbidden, sexy ideas that began with our title in the January 2004 Private Scandals anthology and continues with three books for the Blaze line.

In the first story, Forbidden, sexy single mom Leah Dubois Burger had life all figured out…until J. T. West awakened a restlessness in her a year and a half ago, setting off a chain reaction that was as destructive as it was exciting.

We hope Leah and J.T.’s story draws you in and doesn’t let go until the very last page. We’d love to hear what you think. Write to us at P.O. Box 12271, Toledo, OH 43612 (we’ll respond with a signed bookplate, newsletter and bookmark), or visit us on the Web at www.toricarrington.com for hot drawings. And don’t miss the other two books in our SLEEPING WITH SECRETS miniseries. Look for Indecent in June 2004 and Wicked in August.

Here’s wishing you love, romance and compelling reading.

Lori & Tony Karayianni

aka Tori Carrington

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Tori Carrington

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

We warmly dedicate this book to Diana Tidlund

aka Moosehog, the coolest biker babe we know!

May all your adventures be sweet….

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Epilogue

1

EVERY TIME IT RAINED Leah Dubois Burger thought of J. T. West. The way he’d dragged his strong fingers down the flesh of her back, tracing a path to her bottom. He’d branded her, claimed her, all the while vividly reminding her what it meant to be a woman.

Unfortunately, it rained a lot in Toledo, Ohio, in April. And J.T. hadn’t been in the city for nearly a year and a half.

And J. T. West was responsible for the biggest mistake of her life.

Leah leaned against the steering wheel of her late model Lexus and stared at the rain pelting the windshield. She’d shut off the car engine so all she heard were the rhythmic drops hitting the hood of the car. Across the parking lot she could make out the blue neon lights of the Kroger store. It was only 7:00 p.m. but the heavy dark clouds had ushered in dusk early making it feel like winter was holding on by its fingernails. A loaf of bread was all she had to buy. She needed it to make Sami lunch in the morning. She pictured her eleven-year-old daughter waiting at their house in Ottawa Hills, finishing the dinner dishes and talking to her father on the phone like she did every night at about this time. Asking when he was going to move back into the house.