Hot Shade
By Tamara
Lush
Publisher: Boroughs Publishing Group
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: September 30, 2015
Synopsis
Journalist Skylar
Shaw covers a plane crash on a Florida beach that leads her to a handsome yet
mysterious Italian man...and the conspiracy that threatens all he holds dear.
Romance is the last thing on reporter Skylar Shaw's mind when she covers a plane crash on a Florida beach. Her best source could be a mysterious Italian man, but he's strictly off the record—unless it involves indulging their electrifying attraction to each other. Little does Skylar know, but that crash is only the beginning.
Luca Rossi is hiding a big secret: He's a journalist, too, and his anonymous exposé on the Mafia destroyed his world. Now, after two lonely years on the run, he will do anything to possess this vulnerable American beauty. But Skylar is as relentless as the Florida glare, and the situation ignites when she reports on a gruesome murder in a swamp. Soon erotic nights will bleed into dangerous days, and nowhere will be safe from the heat.
Romance is the last thing on reporter Skylar Shaw's mind when she covers a plane crash on a Florida beach. Her best source could be a mysterious Italian man, but he's strictly off the record—unless it involves indulging their electrifying attraction to each other. Little does Skylar know, but that crash is only the beginning.
Luca Rossi is hiding a big secret: He's a journalist, too, and his anonymous exposé on the Mafia destroyed his world. Now, after two lonely years on the run, he will do anything to possess this vulnerable American beauty. But Skylar is as relentless as the Florida glare, and the situation ignites when she reports on a gruesome murder in a swamp. Soon erotic nights will bleed into dangerous days, and nowhere will be safe from the heat.
Excerpt
She had come here on
business. To ask him about the plane crash. To be a journalist. She had
promised herself that when she came to Palmira she would start fresh and
respect herself more, at least where men were concerned. That’s what her mother
would have wanted, and God knew her mom would have been horrified if she’d been
alive to see how Skylar allowed James to steamroll her confidence. Then again,
Mom would probably also have been appalled by Skylar half-naked in a pool,
lusting after a guy she’d just met.
“It’s interesting.
Like I said earlier, one of the paramedics told me that the man who saved the
injured guy on the beach had a tattoo on his arm.”
“Imagine that.”
Luca’s eyes met
hers, and she couldn’t read his expression. She tipped her head, and her wet
hair spilled toward one shoulder. “Were you the one who helped the victim?”
Skylar’s heart
pounded when he smiled. He was so beautiful that it was unsettling, and the
look on his face showed obvious confidence and desire. With previous dates—even
the first time she was with James—she’d always had a running commentary in her
mind: When will he kiss me? Now? Later? Ever? Tonight there was no guessing.
He reached through
the water and wrapped his fingers around her wrist, gently guiding her hand to
his shoulder. She automatically drifted toward him, clasping her other hand at
his nape.
She was so close
that her breasts brushed his chest. His hands lightly cupped her jaw and neck,
while her legs and arms and everywhere in between tingled from his touch.
His mouth hovered
over hers, and Skylar was acutely aware of his smooth face, his searching eyes,
his scorching fingertips on her skin. His soft mouth met her lips, tentative
and gentle at first. He tasted like the wine, crisp and cool and new, and
Skylar’s lips instantly flared with heat. It was as if the shimmering blue
light in the pool had entered her body and pulsed through her.
Luca pulled back and
caught his breath, as if the kiss had taken him by surprise, then again pressed
against her. The second assault, too, was shockingly sensual. It slammed into
Skylar, defeated all her defenses. Almost.
She shifted her head
away from his. Her gaze drifted downward, and she was fascinated by the hard
surface of his chest muscles against the softness of the water that surrounded
them. Trying to catch her breath, she licked her lips, and guilt over kissing a
potential source stung her sensible journalist self. It was a stalling tactic
to gather her thoughts, although her only desire was to kiss him again.
“You’re not going to
answer my question, are you?” she whispered. With half-lidded eyes, he slowly
shook his head and kissed her again.
Meet
the Author
When Tamara isn’t writing or reading, she’s doing yoga, cooking for her Italian
husband or chasing her dogs on a beach on Florida's Gulf Coast. She loves
connecting with people on social media.
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