Snippet Saturday ~ Cold Places
Welcome to another Snippet Saturday! Today's theme is Cold Places. My excerpt is from my book Seducing Allie. Check it out and then blog hop to the other peeps listed below! Have a great weekend!
He's going to show this wedding crasher just how dirty the outdoors can be.
Seattle Steam, Book 3
Allison Siegel is out to stop a wedding. With one of her best childhood friends about to marry a gold-digger, who wouldn't at least try to stage an intervention? Apparently, her other childhood bestie, Clint.The minute Allie grew out of her sneakers and into her curves, Clint's hormones went ballistic. But she had eyes only for Ken, so Clint made himself scarce, even after the relationship fizzled. Now she's back, looking better than ever—and hell-bent on sabotaging Ken's wedding. So Clint knows he needs to do whatever it takes to head her off at the pass.
Kidnapped! Allison can't believe it. Now she's stuck in the Montana backwoods fending off nature's friends, and fighting a losing battle to resist Clint—the sexiest forest ranger on the planet.
Clint has big plans for Allie. Not only will he convince a city girl that she needs to embrace her inner nature freak, but he's going to prove there's sparks flying in more places than just the campfire.
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Warnings
This book contains a city girl out of her element, a forest ranger determined to keep her there, and a campfire seduction hot enough to melt more than just marshmallows.
EXCERPT
The next day Clint woke early. Naturally a morning person, it was instinct to leave the tent at the first crack of dawn to wash up quick in the lake and then go build a fire.
He'd slept hard last night. They both had. Allison was still asleep. She hadn't even stirred when he'd left the tent.
After crunching some newspaper in the fire pit, Clint laid some kindling on top. Crouching down, he lit a match and held it to the paper, watching it catch fire.
The zipper on the tent sounded and he jerked his head up, his blood pounding a little faster in the anticipation of seeing Allison.
It took a moment. He watched her small hands pry back the edges of fabric before her head popped out.
"Is it cold out there?" she asked groggily. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, but a few blonde wisps had escaped to fall around her hazel eyes.
"Probably."
She sighed and looked down at the ground, mumbling something.
"I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that."
Her head snapped back up, her eyes flashing now. "I said I need to shower."
"There aren't showers here."
"Yes, I realize that." Her nose wrinkled. "But perhaps you could explain how one would bathe or shower while camping?"
"You bathe the same way you washed your face." He jerked his thumb toward the lake. "In there."
He heard the deep breath she drew in as her eyes drifted shut.
"That lake is pretty damn cold."
"Then don't bathe."
"Umm, gross. I need to shower and if freezing my ass off is the only way it'll happen, then I'll do it." She scowled and pulled her head back into the tent.
Clint bit back a laugh and walked over to the SUV, opening it and pulling out the bacon and eggs.
This would probably be the only morning they could eat the good stuff. Once the ice melted in the chest, they'd be stuck with the dry foods unless he decided to make another run into town to grab some more ice.
Slamming the door shut again, he made his way back to the fire, food and a box of cooking supplies in his arms.
He'd just set down the supplies when Allison stepped out of the tent.
"I can't believe I'm camping," she grumbled. "Why couldn't you be a little more civilized and take me somewhere with plumbing? Maybe even a shower?"
"Not as much fun. Then I wouldn't get to see you naked as you bathe in a lake." He gave a roguish smile and opened the bacon, tearing off a strip and tossing it into the pan.
Her cheeks turned red. "You're not going to watch me."
"Sorry to break it to you," he gestured toward the lake. "But in case you didn't notice, there're no shower curtains around."
"Jackass," she muttered and grabbed a bottle out of the duffle bag, then hurried toward the lake. "Does your environmentally safe soap work on hair?"
"You can use it on any part of your body you want." He set the grate over the fire, then the pan on top of it.
"Don't look," she screamed and pulled off her clothes, striding naked into the water.
Good Lord in heaven. She was curvy temptation. The air rushed from between his clenched teeth and despite the fact he'd already bathed, he resisted the urge to strip naked and run in after her. Pick her up and wrap those long legs around his waist, then thrust straight into her hot center.
The smell of burning bacon snapped his attention from his growing hard-on. Not now, buddy. You're cooking something else besides your hormones.
"Shit, this water is freezing!"
He glanced up from the bacon and caught her rising from beneath the surface, water dripping down her body. His gaze locked on the drop that seemed suspended on the curve of her breast, before rolling down her nipple and falling back into the lake.
Disappointment set in when the erotic vision was blocked. She lifted the bottle of soap in front of her, squirting some into the palm of her hand. She lowered the bottle again and he bit back a groan. She moved her hand over her body, leaving a sudsy film over her upper torso. Her gaze lifted to his and she arched a brow, slipping her hand beneath the water. A second later her lids fluttered shut and she bit her lip.
The little witch. She did that on purpose.
"Bacon's burning," she called throatily, a hint of a smile in her tone. "And I don't like mine burnt."
He cursed and dragged his focus back to the breakfast. Hell, she was right. The meat was almost black on one side.
Grabbing a pair of tongs from the utensil box, he quickly flipped all the strips.
Another splash sounded and he glanced up to see her disappear under water. She reappeared a moment later and swam toward the shore.
She strode out and he had a moment to drool over her naked dripping body, before she wrapped a towel around her.
"That water is freezing," she said, teeth chattering.
"Get dressed. You'll be fine."
Her face, fresh and clean, scrunched together to display her displeasure.
"Will I? Because I'm pretty sure my nipples have turned to ice and are ready to break off." She rushed
past him into the tent again.
An amused laughed bounced in his chest and he shook his head. Lord, some of the things Allie said just made him raise his eyebrows. She was so random. A little crazy at times. And, hell, definitely had moments when she was almost offensive. And yet…he'd always loved that about her. And he didn't really get offended by her swearing, no matter how many times he might chide her on the cursing habit.
He grabbed the tongs again and lifted the cooked bacon onto a plate, then went to crack a half-dozen eggs into the pan.
"Please don't burn those as well."
His lips twitched and he lifted his gaze to see her climbing out of the tent again. Attired in the pink sweat suit he'd bought and with her damp hair pulled back in a ponytail again, she was the image of squeaky-clean innocence.
Innocent? Yeah right. His gut twisted and his mouth went tight. That wasn't exactly a phrase he associated with Allie much.
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