Alaska, what do you think of? The cold and snow? Long dark nights, or Northern Lights? The remote wilderness, and a little hot lovin in a rustic cabin somewhere? Just the name conjures up mystery, and all kinds of things. Alaska is wild, adventurous and inspiring. I went with my daughter and niece in 2004 and it was the best two-week vacation! Someday I plan to go back. There’s something very romantic about that place and visiting there is what inspired me to write Someone to Love Me. Someone to Love Me comes out today with Whiskey Creek Press Torrid. It’s a full length torrid romance, about two strangers who find themselves stranded in a remote cabin in the mountains for the winter.

Previously released with a different publisher, it’s been given new life with added content, and hotter encounters between the hero and heroine. Someone to Love Me is probably the hardest story I’ve written, due to the fact that until the last two chapters, the only characters in the whole story are the hero and heroine.

Blurb -When Charlie’s plane goes down in the remote Alaskan wilderness she knows she’s in big trouble. She didn’t have time to radio in her position. So it looks like her decision to surprise her parents on their wedding anniversary wasn’t such a good idea. Now lost and in freezing temperatures, her chances of survival look bleak.

As Charlie heads out on foot, she faces a new danger when a white wolf appears. And right behind him is her salvation. A quiet mountain man with secrets, who takes her to his one-room cabin, where she finds herself stranded for the winter. To make matters worse, there’s an instant attraction between them they both try to resist.

Excerpt -

He pivoted toward the door, and was just about to step up the first step when he heard Charlie release a shriek of anger or frustration or both. He grinned, until he realized she was right behind him.

“What won’t work? Trying to prove that you’re human?”

She cut Luke off at the porch, moving around and in front of him before he could stop her. She walked up the steps backwards. “What buttons do I have to push, huh mountain man?”

Her words moved over Luke like warm honey. He tried to swallow but everything about Charlie assailed his senses all at once—the twinkle in her eyes, her spirit, the rosy glow on her pretty cheeks, and that sensuous mouth. Most of all that wild hair, which seemed to have a life of its own.

Luke pictured what she would look like naked, with it draped all about her. Like some medieval maiden waiting to be conquered by her lord. Covering just what it needed to cover to wet a man’s appetite and keep him hungry for more. He sucked in great gulps of crisp mountain air and warm woman. Arousal slammed him in the gut like a fist. She was too close and exhilarating.

His was hard as stone and hungry.

“Well?” Her tone was low and husky. Their gazes clung.

“I can see it in your eyes, mountain man. You want to let go. Do it Luke. It feels good.”

She had the gall to wet her lips and smile. As far as Luke was concerned she’d just crossed the line. He dropped his line of fish, grabbed Charlie by the shoulders, slammed her up against the cabin door, and pinned her there with his hard body. He heard the breath leave her lungs with a loud whoosh, watched her pupils dilate with emotion. He wanted to believe it was fear, but his gut told him Charlie didn’t frighten easily. As he closed in she tilted her head, meeting the anger in his eyes. She didn’t back down one inch. The need to taste her was so strong that it frightened Luke. But not enough into letting her go.

“Is this what you want, Charlie? Is this the kind of reaction you’re looking for?”

Anger raced through Luke’s blood that she’d pushed him into touching her. Something he didn’t want to do. The feel of her small, vibrant body against his was weakening his resolve to remain indifferent. His lips thinned as he lowered his face closer.  “Are you happy now?”

“It’s a start,” she said foolishly, those incredible eyes of hers filling with a glint of satisfaction, and something else. Victory? “Doesn’t it feel good letting your emotions go for a change?”

Luke didn’t like the calm in her voice, the confidence that she knew what she was doing. He wanted her as torn up inside as he was. He wanted her hot.

“You have no idea what you’re inviting, Charlie.”

He had no idea he was going to kiss Charlie until he was doing it. With a hungry groan he slanted his mouth over hers, quickly cutting off any smart remark he sensed was forthcoming. He didn’t care that he was stealing the breath from her, or that he’d forced his tongue inside her mouth to battle her sweetly responsive one. Sensations he hadn’t felt in a long time exploded through his body with the force of a cyclone. It made him hungry and afraid at the same time.

He knew once he’d touched her he would be hard pressed to let her go. Since the moment they’d met he’d reacted to her like a man to a woman. Everything seemed to be leading up to this moment of madness, in spite of trying his damnedest to deny those feelings and keep his distance. But damn her, she’d made it exceedingly difficult. Well, he hoped she was happy now because he was giving her the human reaction her goading demanded. The sounds of a satisfied purr rumbled low in her throat, giving him the answer to his thoughts. Making Luke realize the situation could easily turn dangerous, and much more intimate, between them.

Her response caused sharp arousal to uncoil from deep inside his gut, shaking him with its intensity. His senses were suddenly alive and throbbing with stimulation, the blood in his veins turning to molten lava. He could feel the heat of Charlie through their clothes, sensed the need flowing through her blood was just as urgent as his. Her soft whimpers became hungry moans, rendering him powerless to stop from grinding his cock against her. Only he knew relief wouldn’t come until he was buried deep inside her pussy. His hand fell to the zipper on her jacket. He pulled it down until he could part the material and cover her breast with his hand.

The soft fullness seemed to swell even more in his palm. She cried out beneath his mouth. He ignored it. Every fiber of his being demanded he take what she seemed willing to give, but when she arched into his intimate act, Luke ended the kiss abruptly. Because, if he didn’t find the will power to stop now he wouldn’t.

Out of breath, he rested his forehead against hers for a moment, struggling for control. Charlie was panting too, her breath intermingling with his, their hearts pounding wildly against each other as one. It took super human strength not to take her there, standing against the door with all of Mother Nature looking on. Luke wondered if she’d shut up about wanting to see a human response out of him then.

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