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Coming to Ross Phillips’s rustic escape, this extraordinarily luxurious cabin nestled high in the mountains of West Virginia, to start a new novel—especially
Historical romance novelist by trade,
She hadn’t had a date in nearly three years—which
Rather than suggesting a relaxing cruise, however, his idea of a major change was actually a new genre. Erotic romance.
Ross Phillips was her publisher and her best friend. That was it.
Her parents had been killed in a car crash her junior year in college. Blinded by the loss, she’d cut herself off from everyone close to her.
Ross Phillips, a young editor with a struggling publishing company he was launching with a friend, invited her in for a meeting.
It was a lover’s paradise. Ross had known the moment he laid eyes on it he would buy it and bring Jules here.
his favorite author would have no escape—not from him or his plans for seduction.
Ross shook his head, amazed to think he’d been blind to her beauty for so many years.
she was an innocent and his sexual desires needed an experienced woman, one who could handle his darker appetites. Jules did not fit that bill.
He was in love with Julia Martin. This quirky, intelligent, shy, inquisitive little romance writer had stolen his heart.
The erotica suggestion had been the first test.
Now he and Jules would be snowed in for days with no chance of escape.
Now she was trapped under all two hundred furious, muscular pounds of him.
“I’m horny as hell for you. You’ve become an itch I’m dying to scratch. Can you honestly tell me you haven’t wondered how it would
Julia’s main problem in forming lasting relationships was her fear of losing someone she loved.
In her mind, love equated loss and after so many years alone, she seemed unwilling to take that risk again.
The only way Ross could see himself forming a lasting relationship with her was by tricking her into it.
He loved all of her many facets—innocence wrapped in a sexy package, shyness mixed with just enough minx, and curiosity overwhelmed by full-blown desire. Her
Which meant she knew that nowadays he never stayed with the same woman for more than a month. His last long-term relationship had been with Bridget and that ended over four years ago.
She was amazed to discover what a powerful effect his words had on her.
He knew Julia would love role-playing in bed.
She never would have guessed sex could be so exciting, so amazing.
The last ten years as his best friend had proven he was unable to commit to any woman—and if she was being completely honest with herself, she was an even worse bet.
Julia felt trapped by his stare and enthralled by his words.
but to see her succumb so totally to his commands overwhelmed his senses and the last of his control slipped completely away.
It would do her absolutely no good to become romantically infatuated with Ross.
Tom Waits’s album Closing Time lulled them peacefully toward sleep.
Julia realized as she drifted off she’d never felt so loved.
She could get used to these late-night adventures.
You’ve lit a fire in my soul and it will consume me if I don’t quench it. Does that make any sense?” His eyes filled with apprehension. “Yes,” she whispered, lightly kissing his lips. “I feel exactly the same way.”
more deeply than they had in all their years as just friends.
Despite all they had shared together, Julia was still a bit shy regarding her sexuality and desires and Ross hoped to break her of that completely before they left the cabin.
Last night had been the best night of her life and she fully expected to relive every minute of it in her fantasies for the next fifty years.
She’d done the most foolish thing imaginable—she’d fallen in love with Ross Phillips. Totally and completely, head-over-heels in love. The kind of love that would never, ever die.
Truth was that for the entire week, she’d done nothing but record every blissful moment of their lovemaking.
After Ross’s departure, it had taken her nearly a week to pull herself from the bed and the deep depression into which she’d sunk.
Her own foolish fears had cost her the love of her life—the
Finally, after two months and three more snowstorms, the manuscript was complete.
It was as if she were starting her life anew, everything fresh and unique.
For the first time in her life, she felt free. Free to chart her course and achieve her goals. Goals she would stop at nothing to reach.
“I promised you that no matter how things ended in the cabin, we would still be friends. So here I am.”
Although the words sounded friendly, the tone was forced and Julia knew she had quite a bit of making up to do to him.
