Lori Foster - The Guy Next Door

To Chris and Queen Janeen of Married With Microphones, WGRR radio, 103.5.

You guys keep me company every weekday morning while I write. I love the banter, the jokes and the wonderful music.

While Chris hasnt yet appeared on any of my book covers (despite his claims otherwise), youve both become a big part of my creative routine.

Thanks for the great entertainment!

Dear Reader,

Many of you have asked me if Ill have more SBC fighter stories, but for the foreseeable future, the answer is no. You see, Ive launched into a new series of ber-alpha hunks. The men are similar to private mercenaries, so theyre big, capable and oh-so-sexy. When it comes to rescuing the innocent, they do what has to be done, however it has to be done. I think of them as men who walk the edge of honor.

My novella Ready, Set, Jett will introduce you to the characters in the first single title, When You Dare, hitting shelves in May. That will be followed by Trace of Fever in June and Savor the Danger in July.

To learn more about the books, visit my website at www.LoriFoster.com. And feel free to chat with me on my Facebook fan pagewww.facebook.coms/ LoriFoster/233405457965.

Im very excited about this new series, and I hope you will be, too!

HANDS ON HIS HIPS, impatience growing, Jett Sutter paced the length of his living room while his youngest sister, Betts, blathered on about God-knew-what. Shed been at his door when he arrived home, throwing off his intricate plans and putting a damper on his fevered expectations.

Never would he deliberately hurt his sisters feelings, but pretending interest had become impossible half an hour ago. A glance at his wristwatch showed that he needed to shower. He needed toprep. When he thought of what he had planned, what he would do and with whom, his breath quickened and his muscles twitched.

It wasnt an unfamiliar reaction when dealing with his supersexy neighbor, Natalie Alexander.

Jett loved his family, he really did, but damn it, he needed privacy to deal with the blooming heat and anticipation of the next few hours. He needed

The familiar sound of a Volkswagen Bug pulling into the apartment complex parking lot cut short his thoughts. Without caring what his sister would think, Jett took two long strides to the patio doors and parted the curtains just enough to look out.

And there she was: delectable Natalie Alexander.

Superstacked school teacher. Seduction personified. Enchanting enigma.

His lover.

Damn, she looked hot. Natalie was his most elaborate fantasy in the flesh, made up of scorching contradictions.

Long, corkscrew curls the color of dark honey danced around her face as she hurried from the minuscule cherry-red car with a bag of groceries in one arm, her requisite heavy book bag in the other, her enormous purse slung over her shoulder.

As usual when returning from work, she wore her school-teacher duds of a long dark skirt, flat shoes and a crisp blouse under a warm cardigan. For Jett, it looked like fetish weara modest ensemble to disguise the centerfold body.

Seldom had Natalie mentioned teaching, and that was mostly before theyd become intimate. Since then, shed gone out of her way to keep all conversation to a minimum.

It really burned his ass the way she fought to keep him at a distance.

Not that her evasive attitude had done her any good. He knew what grade level she taught, that she enjoyed reading political dramas and true-crime novels, that she cried over commercials and laughed at birds when they visited the bird feeder off her balcony.

He also recognized the vulnerability she tried to camouflage with sexual bravadoat least, with him. Thinking of her utilizing that special brand of bravado with any other guy bothered him in ways he didnt want to analyze too closely.

He knew that Natalie came from a background of extreme wealth and social influence, but the money and prestige hadnt guaranteed her a warm, loving family.

Though Natalie had no inkling of his research, hed uncovered quite a bit about her, personal and otherwise. If she did know, she probably wouldnt like it.

Too bad.

At first hed investigated her out of suspicion, because shed come on so strong and had been so accommodatingly easy. As the quintessential school teacher, absolutely nothing about Natalies outward persona said uncommitted sex. Yet thats what they had.

Wild, hot, no-boundaries sex that left him burned and wanting more. A lot more.

Later, hed done more digging because damn it, he wasnt used to any woman wanting only uncommitted sex with him. It didnt make sense. Natalie never asked him anything personal, never wanted to go out to eat or to a movie. She rebuked gifts and compliments and disdained social settings of any kind.

All she wanted was him, in bed.

That should have been the perfect setup for a man intent on maintaining his bachelor status, but for whatever reason, Jett felt uneasy about it. He wanted her to want more, damn it.

Why didnt she?

Now, as she exited her car, Jett watched her and knew by the way his muscles twitched and his skin burned that he was getting in too deep. Natalie had the most profound effect on him.

Confusion, he told himself. Curiosity and intrigue. Nothing more.

Once he knew why shed built so many walls, hed be able to scale them. Theyd both have a good time for as long as it lasted, and neither of them would have regrets.

And with that goal in mind, Jett had a plan.

Using her hip, Natalie bumped the car door shut and, because of the brisk wind, hurried for the entrance. In late March, the weather was milder but still pretty chilly.

Along the way to the apartment entrance, she glanced up at his window.

Jett made sure she couldnt see him; God only knew what shed think if she caught him watching for her. Hed look like a dupe, like a lovesick fool when, despite their burning compatibility between the sheets, shed made it clear that she didnt want anything more.

Sex. For her it was the beginning and the end of their relationship. With every other woman he knew, hed find that arrangement perfect.

With Natalie Alexanderno. Hell no.

Tonight, he had a plan to use her carnal nature against her. Hed keep her long enough to hash out a few things.

Thinking about his intent made him semierect and taut with urgency. He visualized her in his bed, stretched out, anxious for him

All right, Betts said from behind his right shoulder. Give. Who is she?

Oh shit. How had he forgotten all about his sisters presence?

Jett turned in what he hoped to be a nonchalant way. A neighbor, thats all. With Natalie now home, his patience ended. He took Bettss arm, swiped up her jacket off the back of a chair and steered her toward the door. The visits been awesome, but I need to shower.

Laughing, Betts dug in her heels. Get real, brother. Im not budging an inch until you tell me every single juicy detail.

At twenty-six, nine years his junior, his sister wasnt old enough and, he prayed, wasnt experienced enough to hear everything that had gone on between Natalie and him. Never mind that Betts was only a year younger than Natalie.

Not happening, Betts, so forget it. Knowing his sister, he added, And dont you dare go blabbing to the folks, either. The last thing he wanted was his mother snooping around in his private life. His dad would shrug it off; his mother, like his sisters, would make him nuts with questions.

Being thirty-five and independent in every way didnt matter, not to his nosy family. He was the only son, with three younger sisters. For years hed felt protective toward them all, and now they were determined to pay him back in kind.