Fire and Midnight by Sandra Renee Appet

Fire and Midnight
Sandra Renee Appet
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Date of Publication: October 18, 2016
Number of pages: 232
Word Count: 75,000
Cover Artist: Jay Aheer
Book Description:
“Fire and Midnight is a delightful story full of characters you won’t soon forget. I didn’t want it to end!” ~ New York Times bestselling author Stephanie Evanovich 
He could be her best worst decision…
With aglass of wine in hand, Jane Keegan’s finger is poised to delete the account her pushy BFF createdfor her on “The Cowboys” escort service website. Sure, she’s lonely, but not desperate. Then an image of sky-blue eyes and warm, tanned muscles jumps off the screen. And she finds herself hitting the “Book Now” button.
After all, why not? She’s a free, divorced woman on business in San Antonio. There’s nothing to lose…except her nerve. Especially when Mr. Tall Dark And Incredibly Sexy meets her at a River Walk bar—and his only-for-you smile turns her insides into a quivering mass of second thoughts.
Ryan Zeigler is enduring one last escort assignment as a favor before hanging up his Cowboys hat to run his own restaurant. Yet there’s something about the pretty New Yorker’s vulnerable grin and I’ve-got-baggage eyes that halts his usual dating M.O. in its tracks.
When Ryan sweetens the deal—no strings, no payment expected—Jane the good girl takes the bold step of letting her vixen out to play. But when it’s time to go home, her heart is at a crossroads. IsRyan the real deal? Or is she letting yet another man take her heart for a ride?
Ryan eased herbody against his car. Warmth from the metal of the door seeped through her thinskirt, doing nothing to cool down her heated skin. “You’re sexy,intelligent, and a hell of a lot of fun, and it’s taking every ounce ofself-control for me to not kiss you, right here and now,” he said, hisvoice low and silky.
The air slippedfrom Jane’s lungs. She searched his face, wondering if he meant the words as ajoke. She tried to look away, but his body was so close to hers that hedominated her field of vision, from the white shirt stretched over his broadshoulder, with a smattering of dark hair peeking from his unbuttoned collar, tohis stubbled jaw and his full lips.
God, those lips.
She needed himto kiss her more than she needed to draw a fresh breath of air into her lungs.But what if she wasn’t good at it? She hadn’t kissed any man other than Nick in… how long? Almost twenty years?
He hooked his thumb under her chin, challenging her to meet his gaze.
“I lovewhen you say that,” she whispered.
“Querida,”he repeated slower and trailed his fingers up her cheek and threaded themthrough her hair to the nape of her neck, pulling her closer.
She froze.
“What’swrong?” he asked, capturing her stare.
“It’sjust…” Truth seemed to be her only option. “This is embarrassing toadmit, but I haven’t kissed anyone else in a very long time.”
“It’s justlike riding a bicycle.”
“That’seasy for you to say.”
“And it’llbe easy for you to do, especially with those lips.” The palm of his freehand cupped her face, and he traced her bottom lip with his thumb. “Like Isaid, I’ve wanted to kiss you all night. Actually, all day and all night.”
Everythingbecame dark as Ryan leaned in closer. His intoxicating scent overpowered Jane’ssenses as his lips brushed hers, feather-soft, as if he was testing her. Sheopened her mouth just a little as a slow heat blanketed her body.
“Just likea bicycle,” he repeated and reclaimed her lips.
As if they knewexactly where to go, her hands snaked around his back, locking her body intohis embrace. She whimpered into his mouth as his tongue began a leisurelyexploration of her mouth.
Holy crap. Notonly had it been a long time since she kissed someone else, it had been a verylong time, maybe never, since someone had kissed her like that.
After a minute,Ryan pulled away but kept his hand on her chin. “Well, was it?” hemurmured.
Jane’s eyes werestill closed as she savored the kiss. “Was it what?” she asked,wishing time would stop so that they could remain leaning against his car onthis quiet street forever.
“Was it justlike riding a bike?”


She smiled.”I’m not sure. I think you’d better try it again so I can take off thetraining wheels.”
About the Author:
Sandra is an author of romance who stays up too late dreaming up sexy heroes. When she’s not writing, shoe shopping or saving wayward turtles, Sandra can be found with a cup of coffee browsing the shelves of an indie bookstore. 

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