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.

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"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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The Cats-Kill

When Matt Rogers brings his young wife Peggy home to his New England hometown, no one suspects the tortured past she is escaping from ... not even Matt. After a series of murders, the local sheriff and a Boston investigator scrutinize the brutal crimes targeting the Rogers family. Although the evidence points to Peggy, Matt refuses to believe she's responsible.

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Matt Rogers sat at his kitchen table, sipping a cup of coffee and watching a breeze gently lift the red and white checkered curtains on the window. It was an unusually warm evening for early May. He stood up and set his coffee cup in the sink when an explosion rattled the pictures on the wall. Sirens sounded in the distance. 

"What the hell was that?" he asked, turning toward his wife.

"Probably kids setting off firecrackers," Peggy replied. She glanced at her wristwatch. It was exactly nine o'clock.

"It didn't sound like firecrackers to me. Something exploded," he said.

She shrugged her shoulders. "Don't worry, honey. At least we're safe." She washed the coffee cup, then set it on the drainer. "Would you like to watch TV or go to a movie? There's a good mystery playing this week. It doesn't start until ten. We could get a sitter," she asked hopefully.

"Peggy, I'm too tired tonight. Besides I don't like to do things on the spur of the moment. You know that."


"I'm sorry. I just thought that maybe for once in your life you might want to do something spontaneous instead of mapping your life out minute by minute. Next time I'll ask you a month in advance so you can pencil it into your schedule."

Matt laughed at her sarcasm. "I'm sorry, honey." He put an arm around her slim waist. "We'll do something special tomorrow night. I already have it penciled in."

Peggy turned around and nestled her face against his broad chest. The ringing of the phone invaded the privacy of their moment.

"I'll get it," Matt said.

Peggy finished straightening the kitchen, ignoring her husband's phone conversation. She heard him hang up and turned to him. He was ashen-faced, trembling.

"Matt ... what's wrong?" she asked anxiously.

"It's Mom," he choked. "Her house just blew up. That's the explosion we heard. Neal was on the phone. She'd been to his house for dinner and he had just taken her home." He shook his head in disbelief. "Neal left only half an hour ago. He said he didn't notice anything unusual." Matt blinked hard. "I've got to get over there," he said hoarsely.

"No, honey," she said grabbing his arm. "There's nothing you can do."


He stared into her eyes. "My mother has just been killed. Do you understand that?" He took his jacket from the coat rack. "I'll be back when I can."

Peggy hugged him. "I'm so sorry," she whispered. She suppressed the smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "I'll wait up for you."

He nodded and walked out of the house.

Peggy watched him leave, then walked upstairs and into her daughter's bedroom. She gently caressed her sleeping child's cheek and tucked a blanket around her. Yesterday Amanda Sue celebrated her first birthday. Peggy smiled as she bent and kissed Amanda Sue's warm face. "I love you, baby. Have pleasant dreams," she said softly.

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