New Release Giveaway!
Ambush in the Everglades By Petie McCarty
3 Lucky Winners Will Receive an ebook copy of Cinderella Busted–Book 1 in The Cinderella Romances series
**Giveaway Eligible in US Only**
Plenty of action-adventure in this romantic-suspense tale. Photographer Kayli Heddon is given the biggest assignment of her career—a photo essay on the Everglades Restoration—and a special airboat safari is arranged, so Kayli can get her pictures. What she doesn’t count on is being stranded alone in the Everglades with her handsome and unpredictable airboat guide. Kayli is forced to learn some tough lessons. Trust means everything in the dangerous River of Grass, and a skilled partner makes all the difference in your survival.
Skye Landers takes the airboat safari gig as a favor to his cousin who is called out of town. Skye doesn’t expect the governor’s photographer to catch his eye, but Kayli Heddon is unlike any woman he has ever met. He knows he should keep his distance, but common sense flies out the window whenever she gets near.
Unfortunately, Kayli thinks honesty is the most important thing in a relationship—any relationship—and Skye Landers is a fraud. When secrets surface from his past, Kayli and Skye are soon on the run from more than just alligators.
“You haven’t asked about accommodations.”
His voice dropped low and husky and sent a pleasurable tingle down her spine. She hadn’t asked indeed, and if she had thought about it for very long and weighed all the consequences, she might have jumped on Mac’s chopper.
“Are you afraid to be out here all night with me?”
“Wren’s here too,” she said.
Her defiance brought a broad grin to his face. “Well, are you?” he repeated and leaned closer.
She wanted to breathe, she really did. She just couldn’t pull air into her lungs. Energy best spent elsewhere she supposed, like keeping her heart from slamming against the backside of her ribs. One thought overwhelmed all others: there was no place on earth she would rather be than right here.
“No,” she breathed.
His lips were on hers before she could blink, and the first touch sizzled with heat that warmed her all the way to her toes. His hand cupped the back of her head and held her still. His fingers wound through her hair. Twice she tried to pull back, but the hand in her hair kept her lips pressed tight to his.
Kayli felt as though she were drowning in pleasure, where every fiber and nerve of her being connected to her mouth and Skye’s luxurious assault. Her mind grew muddled and then dizzy in the erotic chaos swirling in her soul. She forced both palms up against his chest and used every ounce of remaining strength to push back.
She opened her eyes and saw clearly the disappointment on his face. She wanted to squeal with joy. The melding of their two souls in that kiss had meant just as much to him.
“Not so fast,” she panted, still searching for a full breath.
All this befuddlement from just one kiss. She couldn’t even think the word kiss without a tidal wave of emotion swirling up around her heart and making her light-headed again.
“Then I’ll kiss you slower.” The husky sensuality in his voice sent another rapturous vibration down her spine.
He leaned in. She pressed two fingers to his lips and flinched at the touch of searing heat. His smile wrapped around her fingers, and now she knew what pure unadulterated joy felt like and all from one single kiss. His lips shifted to press a kiss against each finger, and another delicious tingle assaulted her spine and created a very visible shudder. In seconds, she had weakened to a ball of unmolded putty.
Slow this down.
Her heart muffled the shriek from her brain.
If for no other reason than to savor or prolong this moment. For tomorrow we shall part.
That thought sent bleak dread to pummel her heart until she almost cried out with the pain. A desperate need to know this man rose up in her soul. She somehow knew she needed this single memory to be as full as she could make it, especially if this one night would be all she would ever have of Skye Landers.
For one blinding moment, Brad’s image came back to haunt her, and she smushed her eyelids together to wash away the image. She had to tell Skye that Brad wasn’t her boyfriend—had never been her boyfriend. Should have told him a long time ago.
Would he still want her if he knew she had lied to him? Should she take the risk now? Better to wait and hope he would care so much later he would forgive her.
“Are you all right?”
His voice rumbled so low and tender she wanted to wrap her arms around him. She opened her eyes, and her breath caught in her throat. His eyes had darkened until no emerald remained, only a sensual onyx reflection of her own feelings.
“I want to know you,” she whispered.
Her words took him by surprise. An unreadable expression flashed in his features then vanished.
“Your little Indian boy?” His voice came so husky and low she couldn’t tell if it was cynical or sensual.
“No,” she whispered and pressed her fingers to his lips. “My hero.”
His sudden intake of breath was sharp and very audible. All remaining green in his eyes vanished.
She had just met this man, but she felt as though she had known him for years. His darkened eyes should terrify her with their want yet she felt no fear, and the desire reflected in his eyes only lured her in.
She pulled her fingers back and leaned closer, until only inches separated them.
About the Author:
Petie spent a large part of her career working at Walt Disney World — “The Most Magical Place on Earth” — where she enjoyed working in the land of fairy tales by day and creating her own romantic fairy tales by night, including her new series, The Cinderella Romances. She eventually said good-bye to her “day” job to write her stories full-time. These days Petie spends her time writing sequels to her regency time travel series, Lords in Time, and her cozy-mystery-with-a-dash-of-romantic-suspense series, the Mystery Angel Romances.
Petie shares her home on the Cumberland Plateau in Tennessee with her horticulturist husband and an opinionated Nanday conure named Sassy who made a cameo appearance in No Angels for Christmas.