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"And another thing, Amy."

"What is it?"

"That night with Mitch was great. It was hot. You were incredible. But it's never going to happen again."

"It isn't?"

"No. I don't share what's mine. You had your one and only menage."

She let her eyes drift closed, unable to believe she'd found a man like Justin. Then she opened them and saw him--really saw him, for the brilliant, loving man he was. He'd done all that for her, to make her happy.

"I really do love you," she said, palming his cheeks and brushing her lips across his.

He pulled her closer, deepening the kiss, sliding his tongue inside her mouth to claim her with passionate intent.

Desire flared and burst inside her. Going two days without Justin had been horrible.

She'd felt empty inside. Now she needed him to fill her.

His mouth still doing delicious things to hers, he dragged her flat onto the sofa, searching under her T-shirt and finding her breasts, skimming her nipples until she writhed with need. But when she tried to lift up so she could undress her, he held her down.

"Stay there," he said, reaching for her sweatpants and jerking them off, leaving her naked from the waist down. He slid off the couch, using his hip to push the coffee table out of the way. He dug a condom out of his pocket and unzipped his jeans, shoving them down his thighs.

"Hurry," she whispered, lifting her hips while he applied the condom. He pulled her to the end of the sofa and plunged inside her so hard she cried out, her body flexing to accommodate him. He held onto her while he pumped her with relentless strokes, claiming her, possessing her in a way only Justin could. She raked his forearms with her nails, her need for him almost violent in its intensity.

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She couldn't get enough, pushing her pussy onto his cock, wanting him deeper, needing him to fuck her harder. Her pussy poured over him, over them both. She was so close and she wanted him to finish with her.

"Come with me," she said, grinding her sex against him as she tried to hold back.

But she was tightening, spiraling, losing control.

Justin growled, shuddered against her and she climaxed, spasming around his hot cock, bucking up off the couch as she gave him all she had.

He lay his head on her breasts as they recovered and she stroked his hair, unable to believe this magnificent man was all hers. A man she'd stupidly tried to throw away.

Relaxed, feeling Justin in her arms and knowing he was never going to leave, she whispered, "Parker and Garrett."

Justin lifted his head. "Huh?"

"Parker and Garrett. I think that sounds better."

"In your dreams. We're going alphabetical. Garrett and Parker."

"We're going by age. Parker and Garrett."

"You won't win. I have the bigger dick."

She gave him a knowing smile. "But I have the pussy."

He thrust against her, his cock swelling within her again. "I can tell these negotiations might go well into the night."

She sighed and gave him a wicked smile. "I'm used to working all night."

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Miss Lonely Hearts

(c) 2007 Charlene Teglia

When is a love letter not a love letter? When it's mail fraud. Or in this case, female fraud.

Jason Alexander is one angry Alaskan, and he's out to get his woman; the letter-writing Lolita who's running the Miss Lonely Hearts con game in his bailiwick. She's taking lonely Alaskans for a roller-coaster ride and cashing in on love. When she hits the patrons of his bar The Last Resort, the retired gambler takes it personally and goes out for justice.

Cassandra Adams has just been dumped by ex-fiance number two. She's fed up with Romance Roulette and ready to trade her rosy daydreams for hardheaded practicality.

The logical solution? She's going to search the classifieds for the mail-order marrying man she wants.

She thinks she's found him in Jason, alias Alex Sanders. He thinks he's hooked Miss Lonely Hearts. And the regulars at The Last Resort think it's high time Jason got married, so they're not about to clarify matters when they discover his mistake.

Together Jason and Cassandra will have to cut their way through the tangle of love, larceny and lies to unmask Miss Lonely Hearts and find a happy ending that's a sure bet.

Enjoy the following excerpt for Miss Lonely Hearts: Jason Alexander looked up from the dull and repetitive task of polishing the shiny oak bar top when the door of The Last Resort swung open. Good, a customer. Something to do, something to relieve the tedium, someone to talk to.

Until he realized the two large men making their ponderous way to the padded barstools were Dwight and Duke Lawrence.

The twins never talked. It was an amazing phenomenon, but true, nevertheless. Jason had wondered at it from the first time he'd seen them take those same seats on his first night in residence as the new owner of The Last Resort.

They hadn't shown the least bit of surprise that the place had changed hands, or any interest in his identity. They'd simply waited until one of the other locals piped up and told him they always had one shot of bourbon and one draft apiece.

Never one to back down from a challenge, Jason had summoned his considerable charm and slid the beverages in front of them with a smile and a friendly greeting.

Silence. The only sound came when Duke rustled a bill in paying the tab. Even the raising and lowering of the glasses occurred in an incredible silence, the heavy restaurant glass never clunking when it made contact with the oak bar, but settling gently on the cocktail napkins without a whisper. That this feat of steady, soundless movement came from two men big enough to be mistaken for a pair of Yeti was nothing short of miraculous.

The tandem performance had amazed Jason then, and it amazed him now.

Sometimes he wondered if they even realized the bar had changed hands. The previous owner, Lucky Day, had been abandoned by his namesake in Reno. The outcome of that fateful poker game had left Jason Alexander, professional gambler extraordinaire, the sole proprietor of a rustic bar in Southeast Alaska.

Maybe, he thought with a flash of wicked humor, they couldn't tell the difference because all bartenders looked alike in the dark.

Not that it was all that dark just then. It was only spring, but already the days were visibly lengthening. The bar's traditional dim lighting was highly augmented by the sun, streaming in through the small windows at full strength. That was one of the things he truly loved about the area. In the summer, the extended daylight lent everyone a kind of exuberance that made up for the long, dark winters. Nobody slept or stayed inside if they could help it.

In fact, the restless energy of this little city on the Tongass Narrows with the dubious honor of being named Alaska's Rain Capital had appealed to his adventure-loving soul immediately.

From the moment he'd stepped off the ferry, he'd felt like he'd come home.

Here, in a place with a history of gold rushes, on a little plot of land in the former red-light district, was a place a gambler and wanderer could settle down in as easily as he could settle behind a blackjack table.

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nbsp; It fit him and he'd made up his mind immediately, with a gambler's sure instincts, that he wasn't selling The Last Resort. Or putting it up as collateral, either. He was leaving the life of plush hotels and room service behind forever. He was twenty-eight years old and it was time he had a home.

So Jason had taken up his position behind the bar and never looked back. Two years later, he wasn't sorry.



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