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PRAISE FOR LORA LEIGH AND HER NOVELS
Leigh draws readers into her stories and takes them on a sensual roller coaster.
Love Romances
Blistering sexuality and eroticism... Bursting with passion and drama... Enthralls and excites from beginning to end.
Romance Reviews Today
A scorcher with sex scenes that blister the pages.
A Romance Review
A perfect blend of sexual tension and suspense.
Sensual Romance
Hot sex, snappy dialogue, and kick-butt action add up to outstanding entertainment.
Romantic Times (Top Pick)
Wow... The lovemaking is scorching.
Just Erotic Romance Reviews
PRAISE FOR JACI BURTON AND HER NOVELS
Burton delivers it all in this hot storystrong characters, an exhilarating plot, and scorching sexand it all moves at a breakneck pace. Forget about a cool glass of water, break out the ice!
Romantic Times
Realistic dialogue, spicy bedroom scenes, and a spitfire heroine make this one to pick up and savor.
Publishers Weekly
Lively and funny... The sex is both intense and loving.
Road to Romance
A fabulous read. [Burton] delivers, in every possible way.
A Romance Review
Sizzling-hot sex that will have you panting.
The Romance Studio
Raw, dynamic, explosive. Wow!
Just Erotic Romance Review
NAUTI KISSES
LORA LEIGH
This last Nauti book is dedicated to the fans and
readers of the Nauti series who asked for just one more.
The finale in the series, for all of you.
PROLOGUE
There were times in a mans life that remained indelibly imprinted on his brain for one reason or another. Events that threw open the window to a dark, shadowed corner of his soul and revealed truths hed search for within himself all his life.
That day had come for John Calvin Walker Jr.
Hed awakened that morning with the knowledge that life no longer held challenge. He had a job that he was too successful at in his fathers law firm. His fiance was the perfect socialite, an exquisite hostess, and also considered one of Bostons most beautiful and successful female lawyers. She was about as emotional, compassionate, and passionate as a lump of clay, though.
According to his fiance, he needed to find a hobby to replace his overly sexed inclinations. This coming from the woman who had spent the better part of the first month they were together exhausting him in his bed.
The passion had waned, slowly at first, until now, six months later, she thought he needed a hobby instead.
His life had gone to hell. Or perhaps, he was only now realizing that his life could be so much more. What, he hadnt decided yet. How to deal with the complications, he hadnt decided yet. One thing was certain, the restlessness inside him was growing to the point that it was becoming an ache.
As he sat across from her at her favorite Italian restaurant and pretended to listen to her quiet rant where one of his charity projects was concerned, he realized something was changing within him.
Accepting it was another matter. Dealing with it would be harder. As she talked, he flicked his waiter a look. He was a good man, John thought, hed waited on John enough to know what that look meant. Within minutes there was a glass of whisky sitting unobtrusively at his elbow despite Marlenas disapproving look.
She didnt like the whisky he drank. She didnt like the friends he associated with, and he was beginning to wonder if she liked anything about him other than the Walker name and the fortune his father had built over three decades. That fortune, added to the centuries old Evanworth inheritance from his mother, Briannas, side of the family, made John an impressive catch, and he knew it.
It had nothing to do with him, personally, and John was beginning to suspect that where Marlena was concerned, it was the fortune rather than the man that appealed to her.
I believe we should be going now, Marlena announced as he finished a second whisky.
She glanced around the restaurant, directing her attention to a table of giggling young women celebrating a recent engagement of one of their friends.
Marlena looked at them as though something didnt quite smell right. Were going to have to find another restaurant, darling. This one is beginning to accept a less than desirable crowd.
John looked around. It looks like the normal one to me. He shrugged.
The young women at the nearby table were regulars, just not together in a group often.
He swore he saw the same faces every night they ate there.
As though you pay any attention. Her delicate nose lifted disdainfully. The narrow lines of it were sharp, too sharp, almost giving her the appearance of a rodent.
John narrowed his eyes. Hed been out of town for a few weeks; had she had a nose job in that time? He couldnt remember it being that narrow before.
Nodding to the waiter, he indicated that they were finished, knowing his card on file would be charged an exorbitant amount within minutes.
As they moved through the luxurious lobby, his hand settled at his fiances back. A second later his jaw clenched and his hand fell away as he felt her stiffen.
As passionate as ice. Hell. And maybe that second whisky hadnt been a good idea, because his temper was beginning to brew.
Oh dear, dont look, darling, but that hussy Sierra is here. There was an edge of anger in her tone. And isnt that your friend Gerard?
John felt his jaw tighten at the sight of Sierra Lucas, slender, almost fey in appearance, with her long, thick curls cascading down her back.
The white silk dress she wore showed her curvy figure to advantage. Her full, pert breasts were obviously unbound and as tempting as hell. As he watched, tiny nipples hardened noticeably at the same rate his cock thickened. Damn, hed known her all her life. This reaction to her was becoming irritating.
He really should have foregone that second whisky.
John. Gerards smile was as cool as always as his gaze flicked to Marlena. I havent seen you in a while. Is this your lovely fiance I hear so much about?
John stepped forward. In the three months he and Marlena had been engaged, he had yet to introduce her to the friend that would serve as his best man.
And then Sierra opened her mouth. You should know, Gerard, since shes the same woman I saw leaving your brownstone every morning for the past two weeks.
It was then John saw the raging hurt and anger in Sierras slate gray eyes as she glared at Marlena and Gerard while stepping back slowly.
Johns eyes narrowed, his gut tightening in suspicion. What did you just say, Sierra?
The one thing that hit him faster than even the words was the fact that neither Marlena nor Gerard was denying it. Guilt flickered in both their eyes instead.
My God, that little tramp has nerve, Marlena finally muttered. Where is her keeper?
