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August, 2007
Only a very wicked woman would stop for a hitchhiking cowboy. But Lauren Baker is no good girl &mdash not anymore. Playing it safe never got her anywhere, except alone and broke. So when sexy Brett Wallace asks for a ride to a nearby hotel, she knows it's time to get naughty. Betrayed by both his bride and best man, Brett's bad day turns much better when a gorgeous stranger offers to warm his bed for the night. The mind-blowing sex makes him forget everything but luscious Lauren's body. The morning after, instead of a "thank-you, ma'am" from Brett, Lauren gets an invitation to his ranch...for as long as it's mutually satisfying. And that's a proposition no self-respecting bad girl could refuse... Book ReviewsRomantic Times, Page Traynor, "Wonderful characters, vivid setting and steamy romance make Pick Me Up a winner! — 4 1/2 stars!"
Reader ReviewsMargaret, email Wow. Last night I finished PICK ME UP and I had to tell you how much I enjoyed it.
Donna, eHarlequin I loved the book! I read last night until I couldn't keep my eyes open! I finally had to quit & finish it this morning. It was so good.
Madeline, PA Wow! Another really great bedtime read.
Liv, eHarlequin LOVED, LOVED, LOVED, Pick Me Up!!!!
Jen, eHarlequin I'm enjoying it immensely!
Excerpt from Pick Me UpFrom Pick Me Up...The bike was parked, its slanted posture mimicking the way the man who rode it leaned against the guardrail as if there weren't a sheer drop on the other side. More amazing, he was standing there in a tux, the collar ripped back, his black tie hanging crookedly. She rolled up along side, got a closer look square jaw, dusty, sun-bleached sandy hair she wasn't sure what to make of him. Part GQ model, part Road Warrior. Maybe she'd give him a piece of her mind for passing her so hazardously, but something about his expression, his posture &mdash so tall, stiff, and surly &mdash suggested that maybe she'd be better off driving by. A lifetime of training in good manners wouldn't allow it; he could need help. He was tall. The wind had apparently whipped the crap out of what was once a lovely boutonniere. When he fixed intense green eyes on her, she met his stare. There was something wild in that look, a feral gleam that made every nerve ending in her body stand up and take a bow. She rolled down the window. "Is everything okay?" "Broke down." Nice voice, not as smooth as she would have expected, given the tux. The voice was definitely Road Warrior, low and dry. "Lucky you're alive at all," she said under her breath. He might have heard, but he didn't say anything. She tried again. "On your way somewhere?" "Not really." "Do you have someone coming to get you? Triple A?" "Nope." Lauren pursed her lips, weighing what to do. He wasn't being very cooperative. "Do you want a ride?" The words were past her lips before she could reconsider them. He appeared to consider, too, pausing, and answered her with one short, curt nod. As he reached for the door handle, she wondered what the heck she was doing. He settled into her small front seat, looked at her and smiled ever so slightly, wiping out every coherent thought she'd ever had. Her traitorous nerve endings were doing acrobatics now. She never picked up hitchhikers &mdash what rational woman did? But he wasn't exactly hitching, was he? He'd broken down, her inner naughty girl whispered, making her feel better. In her experience, most hitchhikers weren't hanging around in designer tuxes, either. "Where to?" He paused again, staring out the window, and shrugged. "Surprise me." |   | |
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