Miss July Years ago, Andrea Fitzsimmons walked out of Ben’s life. Before he could sort things out, there was an ocean separating them. Mixed in with the bitter sting of rejection was the fear that he’d done something wrong. For years, the New Mexico cowboy has worried that he might have hurt Andie. Now Ben’s traveling to England. But he won’t admit, even to himself, that he’s hoping to find Andie. And he sure as hell doesn’t expect to find her in a lap-dancing club. Andie can’t believe Ben McLaren is in London. She’d thought four thousand miles of ocean would be enough to keep her heart safe from that particular hot, male animal. But she was wrong. And Ben has picked up some pretty kinky habits since she last saw him. When he lets loose and finally gives in to his naturally aggressive instincts, Andie finds herself falling for the rugged hunk all over again. But she’s not the innocent tomboy she was twelve years ago. Now she’s Miss July at the Centerfold Club. Note: Ben is Cash McLaren's (of Miss January fame) brother. |
| Cover Art by Willo |
Excerpt With a tiny shriek, Andie spun away. Yes, she’d expected dancing in her underwear and even a little flirtatious bouncing in a man’s lap. But this was hardcore! With her gaze fixed on the floor, she crept past the couple at the bar then slid along the bar’s length into the shadows at the far end. She gulped in a lungful of air while trying to adjust to the realities of lap dancing. It took only a few seconds for her to decide she was never going to adjust and that she must have been crazy to think she could be a lap dancer. With that out of the way, she realized she had to get out of there as quickly as possible. But before she could formulate a plan of escape, she felt a strong, hard weight against her back. One big, sun-bronzed hand settled on the bar beside hers. Then the other slapped down on the other side, caging her in. A warm, deliciously familiar male scent filled her nostrils before she heard a dark, rumbling drawl in her ear. “Oh, honey,” Ben said. “I didn’t know you liked an audience. You should have told me that twelve years ago. I’d have been more than happy to oblige. And to think that all that time you had me buffaloed with that sweet-little-innocent routine of yours.” “God,” she said, clenching her teeth and trying to give him a shove, which only made his wide shaft settle more firmly between her buttocks. “I’d forgotten what an ass you could be, McLaren.” “And I’d forgotten how much I love your ass,” he murmured against her ear, the rough stubble on his jaw scraping against her nape and tingling down every erotic nerve ending in her body. “Ya know, it’s funny, but you don’t seem all that surprised to see me.” “Why should I be surprised?” she gritted while her legs turned to pudding and her eyelids fluttered to the same erotic cadence as her shuddering pussy. “My luck has always been crap. Why should it change now?” “You consider running into me after all this time bad luck? Oh, baby,” he breathed against her ear. “You’re hurting my feelings.” “I might be hurting your feelings but everything else appears to be working without a hitch,” she pointed out from between her grinding teeth. “Uh-huh,” he grunted, flexing his knees and rubbing his erection into the crease of her ass. “I’m getting worked up, all right.” “Back off, Ben!” she shouted in a desperate attempt to avoid a potentially embarrassing scene. One that involved her climaxing in public. He eased back an inch or two. Just enough for her to turn around inside his arms. Which was a mistake. She knew it the moment she raised her gaze to his thickly lashed eyes, their deep color sinking into her soul all the way to her wobbly knees, which threatened to give out with her next breath. “Easy,” he said in his wonderful, deep, western drawl that she’d missed so badly since she’d left the States. He slid his arm behind her back as if he were thoughtfully helping to support her sagging weight. Once his arm was around her, he threw off the pretense of chivalry and jerked her against his chest. And, as it turned out, Andie’s next breath wasn’t a problem because she didn’t draw one. Her lungs stopped dead in their tracks as she trembled at the edge of a swoon, pressed up against the New Mexico cowboy’s hard frame. “Ben,” she said weakly. “Can I give you some advice?” he asked, a dark light flaring at the back of his eyes as he watched her mouth with a singular intensity. “Wh-What?” she quavered. “I think you’d better take a deep breath. Because you’re not going to get another one for a while.” Then he covered her lips with his mouth. |
| Other Books in the Calendar Girl Series |
madison hayes
Miss July: Calendar Girls
 | |  | |  | |  | |  |
| | | | | | | | |
