appetizer for life’s main course: the kind of love that feeds your
Kandy’s, executive producer Stacy Peters is ready to helm her own
show. But to make that happen, she has to do her network boss one
favor first—spend two months on a ranch in Montana wrangling the
notoriously difficult director of Beef Battles. Apparently, he eats
producers for breakfast. Yet all Stacy can think when she meets the
lean, rugged man is how hungry he makes her . . .
from TV newbies. And when Stacy climbs out of the car in Montana,
he’s not convinced she’s even old enough to drive, much less
produce his show. But he can’t deny that the long-legged blonde
with the stubborn will and the dazzling smile whets his appetite. And
as Stacy proves her talent with the crew and the budget alike, Nikko
vows to prove to her that love is on the menu for both of them . . .
“I wish you’d do that more often,” he said, his hand circling her upper arm as he turned her, slowly, back to face him.
He stared at her a beat, the line between his brows deepening. “Smile.”
Flabbergasted, she stood, rooted.
“More specifically,” he added, “smile at me. You do at everyone else. From Dixon, to his son; the crew. Even Melora. Everyone, but me.”
His grip tightened a little as he pulled her in closer, their torsos almost touching.
“Why? Why can you show everyone else that little piece of yourself, but not me?”
“I…I don’t know how to answer that,” she said. “I know I was thrust on you without you wanting me here. I know you don’t like me, I—“
“That’s not true. I didn’t want to like you,” he admitted. “There’s a difference. You’re a producer. A bottom line watcher. An annoying necessity. Liking you goes against the grain.”
At that she did smile, because she knew it was true.
“See now,” he said, as he slid his other hand up her arm to settle on the back of her neck, fingers curling up into her hair to hold on. “When you do that? When you smile at me like that, so openly, so…freely? I can’t think about anything else.”
A gentle tug and he had her head pillowed in his spread palms as he bent his own down to hers.
Through her glasses she watched the fine whiskey in his eyes blend with the ink of his pupils as they dilated.
“I haven’t been able to think clearly about anything for the past few days.” His mouth was a whisper from hers. His gaze skimmed from her eyes to her mouth and back again in one slow string of heat. “Except for this.”
She thought she’d be prepared for the feel of his lips on hers again. After all, she’d done little else but reminisce about their texture and taste for days. But she was wrong.
Nothing could have ever prepared her for the way the slight pressure he placed on the back of her neck as he brought her closer sent a shiver of such carnal delight down her spine she almost hummed. Or the way his breath, warm and full, felt as it washed over her cheeks. And she certainly wasn’t prepared for the onslaught of emotions he released within her when he quite expertly parted her lips and deepened the kiss, pulling at her very soul.
No, nothing in her life had equipped her with how to deal with Nikko Stamp’s kiss.
So she simply let go of all thought, fear, and concern, and surrendered to it.
women, the families who support them, and the men who can’t live
without them. Peggy holds a master’s degree in Nursing Administration
and first found publication with several articles she authored on
Alzheimer’s Disease during her time running an Alzheimer’s in patient
care unit during the 1990s. A lifelong and avid romance reader and
writer, she is a member of RWA and is the Secretary of her local New
Hampshire RWA Chapter. When she’s not writing she can be found
cooking. With over 100 cookbooks, dog eared and well loved, her
passion for writing is only seconded by her desire to create the
perfect meal for those she loves.
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