by Kate Hill
Heat Level: Traditional Romance
Genre/Themes: Action/Adventure, Suspense
Cover Art: RomanceNovelCovers.com
In the days of classic romance. . .
Before cell phones, DVDs and reality television, when women had big hair and men were all about action and adventure, a girl walks into a bar searching for a hero.
She finds R. C. Benson. A soldier turned museum curator turned grave robber, Benson has been drinking his life away while wallowing in sins of the past. Fortunately for him, lovely Grace Holmes catches his interest when she attempts to hire him to recover a sacred candlestick stolen from her coven.
R. C. is nothing like the man Grace imagined him to be, but he’s her last hope. He agrees to accompany her to a private island owned by a man who has committed crimes against them both–a man who will stop at nothing to get what he wants.
With a marriage of convenience, a pet shark and a shady butler, Grace and R. C. have their work cut out for them, but that gives them the perfect chance to fall in love.
The following excerpt from Trouble in Paradise is for readers 18 and over.
Grace’s pulse leapt. Though she knew she should pull away, she didn’t want to. She gripped his waist and her leg dropped between his. Her lips parted beneath the gentle warmth of his tongue.
Moaning softly, Grace wiggled on top of him. His hardness pressed against that soft, needy place between her legs. She instinctively undulated against him and R. C. moaned.
“Oh, Grace. You’re killing me, baby,” he whispered close to her ear. He ran his tongue along the delicate shape of it.
Grace tingled all over. Her heartbeat quickened and she ached for him in a way that was all too dangerous. She reminded herself that their marriage was a farce, but her desire for him wasn’t.
By surrendering to his kisses and caresses, she was inviting heartbreak, but at the moment she didn’t care.
R. C. gently rolled her onto her back. His body half-draped over her, he kissed her again. His lips and tongue plundered hers, but with tenderness and passion that made her feel like the only woman in the world.
Threading her fingers through his thick hair, she thrust her tongue against his. She loved his taste, his scent and the feel of his big, hard body against hers.
He kissed her neck and moved lower, tugging down the front of her nightgown so he could trail his lips and tongue over the tops of her breasts.
Grace knew she should stop him, but she didn’t want to.