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Title: Naughty All Night
Author: Jennifer Bernard
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About Naughty All Night:
Synopsis:
A standalone novel in the sizzling Lost Harbor, Alaska series
Kate Robinson has had a talent for trouble since she was a young teen in Lost Harbor, Alaska, during summertime visits to her grandmother’s peony farm. It’s the only true home she’s ever known, so it’s where she retreats when REAL trouble chases her out of California, her legal career in ruins. Upon arriving, Kate finds her eccentric grandma has rented out her home! First order of business—eviction. So what if it’s a move that could get her shunned by the locals? She’s not known as Naughty Kate for nothing.
Fire Chief Darius Boone doesn’t need to add landlady troubles to his already busy plate, despite how fun it is to battle with C. Robinson, Attorney-at-Law. A series of small fires have been breaking out around Lost Harbor. Nothing harmful. Yet. But the number of blazes is steadily growing. The only thing taking his mind off this latest town drama is fiery Kate, who makes Darius want to be naughty with her…in all the best ways.
Trouble is one thing, but nothing has prepared Kate for the likes of “hottie fire chief” Darius Boone. Why not have some harmless naughty fun while she figures out her next move? But she never expected the heat the two of them would generate—or to fall so hard. The next time trouble strikes, everything she loves is on the line.
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Exclusive Excerpt:
Exactly
one minute ago, Kate Robinson had been speeding merrily toward town; one curve
in the rutted road later, she was stuck in the mud with her wheels spinning
uselessly.
And
if that wasn’t a perfect metaphor for her entire life, she didn’t know what
was.
She
was supposed to be in Los Angeles right now, winning over juries and having
brunch with friends—not fetching fertilizer for her grandmother’s peony farm in
tiny Lost Harbor, Alaska.
Movement
at the side of the road caught her attention. A porcupine trundled toward the
trees, half its quills raised in defense mode. She must have startled it with
muddy disaster.
With
a sigh, she pressed the accelerator again, just in case something had changed
in the past ten seconds. Whir. Spin.
Nope.
If anything, the car had sunk deeper into the mud.
Maybe
she shouldn’t have been dictating an email as she drove. It was a bad habit
from her LA life. When you spent that much time stuck in traffic, you learned
ways to use the time productively. Which was better, gridlock or a mud bath? At
least with traffic, you knew you’d get moving eventually. On the other hand,
the view from this particular mud bath was definitely better than a zillion
brake lights.
Spruce
trees loomed on one side of the road, and a view of Misty Bay on the other.
Against the backdrop of a slate-gray April sky, snowy peaks shone like jagged
white teeth. Even though the mountains across the bay still had plenty of snow,
at this elevation things were starting to edge toward spring.
This
was “break-up” season in Alaska, when the snow melted and the ground thawed,
and mud swallowed up everything. Including the old Saab her grandmother Emma
was letting her use.
Maybe
she could push the car out of the mud. She put her hand on the door handle, then
remembered that she’d left her mud boots back at the farm. She’d been so
excited about a drive to town that she’d put on her cute purple suede
half-boots with the chunky heel.
Suede
didn’t like mud.
If
she was going to free the car by pushing it, she’d have to do it barefoot.
A
sound caught her attention, the low rumble of a vehicle coming from behind
her.
Potential
rescue? Possible kidnapper? Since this was Lost Harbor, odds were on rescue,
but she was taking no chances. She rummaged in her bag for the bear spray Emma
had made her bring.
The
vehicle slowed to a stop behind her. It was a large crew cab truck with so much
clearance it could probably drive right over her little Saab. The man who
jumped out of it was equally large. His long legs came first—clad in work pants
and mud boots.
AKA
what she should have been wearing.
Then
came the rest of him—broad and tall and muscular and a little intimidating,
considering that she was alone in this forgotten spot on the side of a remote
Alaskan road. He wore a weathered work jacket unzipped over a gray
Henley.
With
easy strides, he made his way through the mud to her car. She kept her hand on
the can of bear spray next to her on the seat. He noticed that move, and his
lips quirked. They were very appealing lips, she noted. Firm and full, with a
sensual curve to them.
“If
I help you un-muck your car, will you promise not to mace me?” His deep voice
fit the general oversize nature of his physique.
She
relaxed enough to allow herself to smile at the stranger. “Do you think you can
get me out of this? It’s a mess. I swear, that mud came out of nowhere,
Officer.”
One
corner of his mouth lifted, indicating that he’d gotten her joke. But he
maintained his serious expression. “You have to pay attention this time of
year. No cell phones while driving.”
Ah,
so he’d spotted her phone on the seat next to her bear spray. “Are you planning
to help me or lecture me?”
“Maybe
a lecture would help you.” His reasonable tone made her teeth clench.
“I
can guarantee that it wouldn’t. No one likes to be lectured.”
“I
said it might help you, not please you.” The word “please” in his deep,
rumbling voice sparked a surprising little thrill deep in her belly.
Oh
no. None of that now.
“If
you want to please me, you could tell me what you recommend here. Do I need to
call a tow truck?”
He
took a step back and surveyed the muddy ruts that had claimed her tires. “What
have you tried so far?”
“Not
much. Just a little cursing and whining and regretting the fact that I didn’t
bring my mud boots. I tried powering out of it, but that made it worse.”
“Yes,
that would make it worse. The tires can’t get any purchase on the mud, so they
just dig the tracks deeper and deeper the more they spin. They need something
solid to grip onto. I’m surprised you haven’t encountered this situation
before. It is break-up, after all.”
“I’m
not from here.” She bit off each word as she spoke it. This was sounding
suspiciously like that lecture she’d told him she didn’t want. “I’ve never seen
break-up before. Not this kind, anyway. But I’m sure you don’t want to hear
about my love life.” She could practically hear the “ba-da-bum” after that lame
joke.
He
was watching her closely as she spoke. His eyes were two shades of blue south
of gray, a surprisingly soft color in the midst of all that masculinity. They
looked almost silvery in the misty light.
Heat
came to her cheeks under his scrutiny. “Sorry, dumb joke.”
“Eh,
it was all right.” He shrugged one massive shoulder. “A little obvious, but not
bad.”
For
a murderous moment, she wondered how bad it would be if she used her bear spray
on him right now. Surely someone else would come along to rescue her. “Can we
get back to the main event here? Car. Mud. Stuck.”
About the Author:
Jennifer Bernard is a USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance. Her books have been called “an irresistible reading experience” full of “quick wit and sizzling love scenes.” A graduate of Harvard and former news promo producer, she left big city life for true love in Alaska, where she now lives with her husband and stepdaughters. She still hasn’t adjusted to the cold, so most often she can be found cuddling with her laptop and a cup of tea.Sign up for her newsletter for book news and fun exclusives.
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