Baby, It's Cold Outside by Jennifer Greene, Merline Lovelace, Cindi Myers
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blamed it on the blizzard,” she whispered. “I blamed it on you. For forcing my eyes open. For forcing my heart open.”
“I blame you for doing the same darn thing to me, Doc,” he murmured right back.
And then she lifted up, making it easier to kiss him. Making it easy for him to kiss her right back.
Tucked around each other, they headed out into the warm spring night.
To my handsome, debonair hubby—
we’ve crisscrossed the world together,
each mile filled with the wonder of discovery.
Here’s to many more such journeys!
DEEP FREEZE
Merline Lovelace
Dear Reader,
My husband and I were getting ready for a cruise to South America and Antarctica when I was offered a chance to write a novella set “somewhere cold.” Was that fate or what? I’d done so much research in preparation for our trip that I couldn’t wait to dive in to a tale set on the White Continent.
My research came nowhere close to the awesome reality of Antarctica, however! I’ve traveled to many places over the years but that vast, stupendously beautiful, constantly changing continent blew me away. I saw penguins of all shapes and sizes, whales, seals and ice. Lots of ice. Small, drifting floes. Big, fat bergs. Glaciers thousands of feet high. It was truly a once-in-a-lifetime experience-one I hope you’ll get a taste of in “Deep Freeze.”
Check out pictures from our trip as well as information on other upcoming releases on my Web site at www.merlinelovelace.com.
Merline Lovelace
CHAPTER ONE
“I T’LL BE FUN , M IA . A real adventure, Mia.”
Shoulders hunched against a cold so vicious it bit into her bones, Mia Harrelson shot her sister an evil glare. Either Beth’s teeth were clattering too loudly to hear the snide comments or she chose to ignore them.
That didn’t stop Mia. Now that they were safely inside the covered lifeboat and dry land was—hopefully!—only moments away, the nerve-grinding tension of the past six hours was slowly loosening its grip.
“It’s summer in the Southern Hemisphere,” she said sarcastically, pressing closer to her shivering sister. “Much warmer than Rhode Island in January. All we’ll need to pack are bikinis for Rio. Shorts for Montevideo. A light jacket for Antarctica. Ha!”
“Gimme a break.” Her nostrils pinched with cold, Beth dug her chin into the collar of her inflatable life vest. “You can’t hold me responsible for a freak storm.”
The heck Mia couldn’t! Someone had to take the blame for this disaster, and her sister was the closet target—right after the idiot captain who’d run their cruise ship aground.
In a more generous frame of mind, Mia might haveaccepted a little of the responsibility for their present predicament herself. Okay, most of it.
After all, she was the dope who’d gone all gooey-eyed over a drop-dead gorgeous lawyer with a come-hither smile. She was the fool who’d tumbled into bed with him on their second date. She was the naive twit who’d never imagined someone so charming and urbane was into hidden cameras and kinky Web sites.
And she was now out there for the whole world to see, wearing nothing but a red lace thong and star-shaped cutouts over her nipples.
A groan worked its way through her numb lips. Among her friends and coworkers she was now and would probably forever be known as Number 112. The latest in a string of conquests by the man who labeled himself Don Juan. The same international Don Juan, Mia had discovered to her utter mortification, whose Web site got something like three thousand hits a day from those wanting to check the progress of his one-man campaign to seduce every gullible female who came into his orbit.
Mia’s dismay had quickly morphed to anger, then to a furious determination to force the bastard to remove her picture from his rogue’s gallery. She should have known a lawyer would cover his ass. Not only did she not get the photo off his Web site, she was threatened with a lawsuit if she revealed Don
“I blame you for doing the same darn thing to me, Doc,” he murmured right back.
And then she lifted up, making it easier to kiss him. Making it easy for him to kiss her right back.
Tucked around each other, they headed out into the warm spring night.
To my handsome, debonair hubby—
we’ve crisscrossed the world together,
each mile filled with the wonder of discovery.
Here’s to many more such journeys!
DEEP FREEZE
Merline Lovelace
Dear Reader,
My husband and I were getting ready for a cruise to South America and Antarctica when I was offered a chance to write a novella set “somewhere cold.” Was that fate or what? I’d done so much research in preparation for our trip that I couldn’t wait to dive in to a tale set on the White Continent.
My research came nowhere close to the awesome reality of Antarctica, however! I’ve traveled to many places over the years but that vast, stupendously beautiful, constantly changing continent blew me away. I saw penguins of all shapes and sizes, whales, seals and ice. Lots of ice. Small, drifting floes. Big, fat bergs. Glaciers thousands of feet high. It was truly a once-in-a-lifetime experience-one I hope you’ll get a taste of in “Deep Freeze.”
Check out pictures from our trip as well as information on other upcoming releases on my Web site at www.merlinelovelace.com.
Merline Lovelace
CHAPTER ONE
“I T’LL BE FUN , M IA . A real adventure, Mia.”
Shoulders hunched against a cold so vicious it bit into her bones, Mia Harrelson shot her sister an evil glare. Either Beth’s teeth were clattering too loudly to hear the snide comments or she chose to ignore them.
That didn’t stop Mia. Now that they were safely inside the covered lifeboat and dry land was—hopefully!—only moments away, the nerve-grinding tension of the past six hours was slowly loosening its grip.
“It’s summer in the Southern Hemisphere,” she said sarcastically, pressing closer to her shivering sister. “Much warmer than Rhode Island in January. All we’ll need to pack are bikinis for Rio. Shorts for Montevideo. A light jacket for Antarctica. Ha!”
“Gimme a break.” Her nostrils pinched with cold, Beth dug her chin into the collar of her inflatable life vest. “You can’t hold me responsible for a freak storm.”
The heck Mia couldn’t! Someone had to take the blame for this disaster, and her sister was the closet target—right after the idiot captain who’d run their cruise ship aground.
In a more generous frame of mind, Mia might haveaccepted a little of the responsibility for their present predicament herself. Okay, most of it.
After all, she was the dope who’d gone all gooey-eyed over a drop-dead gorgeous lawyer with a come-hither smile. She was the fool who’d tumbled into bed with him on their second date. She was the naive twit who’d never imagined someone so charming and urbane was into hidden cameras and kinky Web sites.
And she was now out there for the whole world to see, wearing nothing but a red lace thong and star-shaped cutouts over her nipples.
A groan worked its way through her numb lips. Among her friends and coworkers she was now and would probably forever be known as Number 112. The latest in a string of conquests by the man who labeled himself Don Juan. The same international Don Juan, Mia had discovered to her utter mortification, whose Web site got something like three thousand hits a day from those wanting to check the progress of his one-man campaign to seduce every gullible female who came into his orbit.
Mia’s dismay had quickly morphed to anger, then to a furious determination to force the bastard to remove her picture from his rogue’s gallery. She should have known a lawyer would cover his ass. Not only did she not get the photo off his Web site, she was threatened with a lawsuit if she revealed Don
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