Naughty in November (Spring River Valley Book 11) by Clarice Wynter

Naughty in November
     
    By
    Clarice Wynter
     
     
     
    Published by: Clarice Wynter
     
    copyright 2013, Clarice Wynter
     
    Cover art by Niina Cord
     
     
    This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, brands, media and events are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.

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This series is for everyone who needs a little romance in their lives.
     
    With special thanks once again to: JB Lynn, Jean Cooper and Niina Cord without whom this series would not have been possible.  

Chapter One
     
     
    Danielle Lennox hitched up her skirt and crossed her legs at the knee, letting one of her stiletto-heeled suede boots dangle impatiently. She glanced at her watch, and then transferred her gaze to her handsome companion.
    He rolled his dark eyes in sympathy.
    “How long does it take to find a fuse?” she asked, nodding toward the door that separated their rehearsal space, the back room of the music store on West Denton Avenue, from a small, adjacent storage room.
    “Apparently longer than ten minutes.” Taylor Croft didn’t look at this own watch. He just leaned back in the folding chair in which he sat behind his electric keyboard and laced his long fingers behind his head.
    If Dani hadn’t been so impatient to get back to their evening rehearsal, she would have taken more time to appreciate the play of muscles under Taylor’s tight blue T-shirt and the way a day’s growth of stubble shadowed his chiseled jawline. But she’d been doing enough daydreaming about her new band mate lately, and the way she was going to get through the rest of this rehearsal would be to keep her mind on their objective, to practice songs for their Friday night gig at Colette’s Pub down the street.
    That plan had been working passably well until ten minutes ago, when the other two members of Love Notes, singer Claudia G alvin and their “manager,” guitarist Owen DeWitt, had discovered a faulty fuse in an amplifier. The two had gone into the storage room to find a replacement, and they hadn’t been seen since.
    “Shouldn’t we check on them?” Dani crossed her arms over her chest and bounced her foot in time to her growing irritation. She certainly didn’t begrudge the newly forged lovers some sneaky alone time . In fact, she thought it was really quite romantic and much better than watching them make goo-goo eyes at each other through every sappy love song they played. What bothered her more was, in the month since Owen had invited her to join their after-hours band, she’d been sending very clear signals to Taylor that she was up for some sneaky alone time with him , and he still remained charmingly, maddeningly clueless.
    “I could play the wedding march. That might give them a hint.” Taylor smirked, and Dani’s pulse jumped. Dr. Croft , D.V.M. was Spring River Valley’s resident veterinarian by day and the star of her lusty fantasies by night. Ever since she’d first seen him perform with Owen and Claudia at Colette’s,