This story is sweet and hot, so be sure to bring your change of panties! And a warning not to read this around your family, as you will get asked. Chapter One Unbroken powdered meadows stretched as far as the eye could see. Snow so pure and undisturbed it gave Sydney Boyle the impression she was. Tossing the paper towel away, she checked her neatly applied makeup, fluffed her loose hair, and then followed Cameron out of the restroom. As Sydney.
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So she did what any smart girl would do: Keeping her distance is pretty tough, now that Sean is the head of the family publishing company. Forced into close contact, denying her long-suppressed attraction is getting harder by the day.
Cue the snow, some close dancing, and a steaming Jacuzzi in a mountain cabin, and things take a turn for the hot and steamy. But giving in to temptation could mean one of them can never go home again… Warning: They cannot be sold, shared or given away as it is an infringement on the copyright of this work.
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First Samhain Publishing, Ltd. Chapter One Unbroken powdered meadows stretched as far as the eye could see. Snow so pure and undisturbed it gave Sydney Boyle the impression she was alone, instead of perched upon one of the many winding trails within the Big Horn Mountains.
Straddling a stationary snowmobile, she pushed her goggles up to rest against her helmet. Nearly blinded by the bright sun reflecting off the ocean of white, she squinted until her eyes adjusted. She smiled beneath the ski mask protecting her face from the freezing temperatures. How could anything be so perfect? Majestic mountains stretched toward a crystal blue sky. The air smelled so clean and fresh, tinted lightly with the scent of pine. And then the silence. So serene that life itself seemed to stand still.
No clients or customers. Disappointment and irritation clashed as the noise grew louder and nearer. Glancing over her shoulder, she watched a rider top the hill.
The snowmobile caught air, soaring high above the ground. For a moment, her heart skipped a beat. Then the heavy machine landed with a thud, grooving deep ruts in the pristine haven. Sydney shook her head.
The rider Irresistible oblivious to the peace he had disturbed would be Sean—her older and very arrogant brother, bane of her existence, and, unfortunately, her boss.
Sydney clenched her jaws, her gloved fingers tightening around the handlebars of her ride. The man was exasperating.
Sudden sorrow swept over her like the brisk breeze stirring the loose powder to rise and shift across the ground. She inhaled a shuddering breath.
Sean made msckenzie sharp turns testing his new machine, or maybe he was showing off, although surely not for her. Something itchy crawled beneath her skin. Why did she let him trouble her? Sydney pulled in a breath and exhaled, steadying herself. Maybe it was time to quit—move on. Emotion thickened in her throat with the thought of leaving the only stable life she had ever known. She would stay because she loved being an jackenzie.
Abandoned at the age of two, she had been in and out of foster homes. At the age of twelve, Shay and Sean Duncan Senior had taken her in and raised her with their two children. They made her feel welcomed, wanted—a part of their family. Well, with the exception of Sean, and maybe that had been her fault. Just a girl flirting with her teens, Sydney had had an awful crush on Sean. Long, dark hair, broody, with a touch of bad boy, the seventeen-year-old had www.
That was until he embarrassed her in front of three of his friends. Thankfully, a year later he left for Harvard. As he pulled to a stop beside her, his vehicle making a percolating sound, she glanced away. Old habits were hard to break.
Slowly she turned to face him. Behind his shaded goggles irresisstible could only imagine his gray-blue eyes narrowed, or was he laughing at her this time?
Sydney raised her chin. The story needed work. Yet the author had something special in her voice that had called to Sydney. But his presence had always left her befuddled. Tall, dark and far too handsome for his own good, Sean had women coming out of the woodwork. Not that she cared one iota. The rest of the group is calling it a day.
What if that had been you? Sydney ground her teeth together. When would he stop treating her like a child? The last thing she needed was to be chastised, especially by him. Why had she agreed to this trip knowing she would be trapped ifresistible the same house with Sean? Sliding her goggles down her nose, she reached for the ignition and gave it a twist. The engine screamed to life. Without hesitating, she pressed the gas and shot forward, jerking herself backward and almost losing control of the snowmobile.
Sydney tightened her grip and carefully scooted up the seat. The very last thing she needed was to fall on her ass in front of this man. What made it worse was that the whole way down the mountain Sean followed closely behind her. Three times she took a wrong turn and he had to ride alongside her to steer her in the right direction.
The last time he stopped her, she lost it. He shook his head. So he would dog her every move. Irrwsistible her like she was a wayward child. Sydney squeezed out an exasperated breath. If she had an ounce of daredevil in her, she would have sped ahead, leaving his sorry ass behind.
As it was she continued her sedate pace, until finally the two-story log cabin they had rented came into view. It was a beautiful sight, the massive structure cradled in the arms of tall pines.
Large panoramic windows stretched around the house so that from north, south, east or west you could enjoy the picturesque landscape. And the inside of the home was as grandiose as the outside. It even had a sunroom with a Jacuzzi and closed-in sauna. An ebony braid fell midway down her back. Then again, who cared? In a small retention area that had a floor drain, she stomped her feet, shaking off the clumpy snow, before she bent down to unfasten irreistible boots.
They ached, tingling as feeling rushed back in.
Glancing around to find her foot warmers, she startled when Sean handed her the mackenziw boots. Taken aback by his courtesy, Sydney stared dumbfounded at him.
For a moment she was unable to tear her gaze away. Heavy eyelashes framed mesmerizing eyes that even as a mcjade teen had reached out to her. She swallowed hard, resisting the urge maackenzie brush back a lock of dark hair that had fallen across his forehead. He had that bedroom look about him. It did hers and she hated it. Then she leaned against the cold surface and eased her foot into a boot, before donning the other. Quickly, she opened it and stepped inside, leaving Sean behind.
The wide-open country kitchen was vacant, but laughter abounded beyond the doorway leading to the living room.
She propped her hip against the butcher-block island to steady herself. Her heart was a mass of flutters, her stomach weak. Why did his nearness affect her so? Straightening her turtleneck shirt, she hid her unease behind a smile and headed for the noise.