Meet Samanthe:Samanthe Beck lives in Malibu, California, with her long-suffering but extremely adorable husband and their turbo-son, Hud. Throw in a furry ninja named Kitty and Bebe the trash talking Chihuahua and you get the whole, chaotic picture. When not clinging to sanity by her fingernails or dreaming up fun, fan-your-cheeks sexy ways to get her characters to happily-ever-afters, she searches for the perfect cabernet to pair with Ambien.
About the Books:EMERGENCY Engagement, Book One
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EMERGENCY Delivery, Book Two
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The capability to form thoughts in whole sentences fled, because Hunter stepped out of the bathroom and into the hall. Single words exploded in her brain like fireworks. Hunter. Wet. Towel. Please.
Madison didn’t remember moving, but the next thing she knew, her hands slid across smooth, damp skin stretched taught over bulging shoulders. She wanted to loiter there, because the firm contours fit so perfectly in her palms, but his chest distracted her. She fanned her fingers over the warm, hard muscles, and felt the beat of his heart beneath her right hand. He drew in a breath, expanding his chest and sending her hands on a slow slide downward.
Somewhere in the back of her mind a voice scolded her to stop treating Hunter like her own, personal playground, but the faint echo of conscience couldn’t stop her fingers from following the slope of his pecs into the narrow channel etched down the center of his chest. Another, more urgent voice cautioned her this brewing attraction might involve riskier ingredients than hormones and pheromones, but the warning didn’t override the compulsion to trace the spot where the gulley flared into a diamond-shaped shallow, before angling down to divide the hills and valleys of his torso into eight distinct parcels. A line of crisp, blond hair led south from his navel. She stayed the course, dipping lower, until she hooked the edge of the towel. A long, hard ridge jutted just alongside her curled fingers. The sight sent hot, itchy flames licking under her skin, something that could only be soothed from within.
“Goddammit, yes.” The towel landed on the carpet with a hushed thud, but before she could feast her eyes on the prize, he slammed his mouth down on hers.
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