Hearts On Fire

When Brianna Jackson pays a long overdue visit to her Aunt Emily to heal from her broken engagement, the last thing she expects is to fall in love with her Aunt's new sexy gardener Chandler Russell. As the passion heats up between Brianna and Chandler, her Aunt fears Brianna's reaction if she finds out about Chandler and her beloved 'adopted' Aunt Jo's past steamy love affair.

Excerpt

"Hello, Chandler," a soft sultry voice greeted him.

He stood up, turning in the direction of the voice. Josephine Winslow sat temptingly in a chair under a huge umbrella topped table. She looked like a southern belle holding a fan with her long, slender fingers. She delicately moved the fan back and forth in front of her face. She'd once told him that she'd been born and raised near New Orleans, but her late husband had brought her to the East Coast and she'd fallen in love with the change in climate and especially the snow.

He smiled. "I'm surprised to see you out here this time of day with the heat and all. It feels like a hundred." 

She coyly batted her heavily made-up eyes at him as she seductively ran her fingertips down the side of the tall iced tea glass. "I hear it's even going to get hotter." She touched her moist fingertips to her lips as she continued to fan herself.

"That's what I hear."


She crossed her long slender legs, giving him an ample view of her thigh. "Why don't you have a nice cool drink?"

"Thanks. Maybe later."

"Suit yourself." She stood up. "You're welcome to come inside and take a nice long shower to cool off when you're finished."

Chandler nodded, pushing his damp, curly, dark brown hair from his brow. "I believe I just might take you up on your offer."

"By the way, the flowers look beautiful. You have quite a magic touch."

"Thank you," he said, ignoring her obvious innuendo. 

"See you inside later then." She flashed a radiant smile.

He intended to give her what she really wanted. She was one hot woman. She must have been something in her day, he thought. He licked his lips. She looked more than twenty years younger than her true age of fifty, with her firm trim figure and a beautiful face that showed no signs of aging. Nothing was taboo with her when it involved sex, and aside from her physical beauty, that was another of her finest assets--at least in his eyes. She expected nothing more from him and had made it perfectly clear from the beginning that theirs was only a sexual relationship with no ties or commitments.


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