Holly couldn’t sleep, so she took a shower and climbed back into bed. The phone rang just as she changed channels on the television. She answered. “Karen. I told you I’ll tell you everything later.”
“Everything?” Drake asked, his voice sounding sexy sleepy. “I hope not everything.”
Holly closed her eyes, mortified. “Of course not.” She paused. “I didn’t expect your call so soon.”
“I can call you later if you like.”
“No. Now is fine,” she said. Now was actually perfect.
He laughed, and the sound warmed her insides. “So what are you doing right now?”
“Talking to you.” Why was she smiling like a love-crazed teenager? She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t feel something for someone she’d just met. This was not like her. Nor was having sex on an island with a man she didn’t know without protection. This would never work out. It had heartache written all over it.
“When can I see you again?”
Damn her heart. She wanted to see him, too. She had a wonderful time with him. The best time in a very long time. And how could she not trust him after he’d found and then given her diamond back. If a man was after her money, he could have easily kept the diamond and she wouldn’t have known the difference. “Soon.”
“I said soon.” She smiled.
“You don’t give up do you?”
She blew out a breath. “Hold on a sec.” She dropped the phone on the bed, stood, and bounced on the mattress like a ten-year-old, mouthing Yes! Yes! Yes! She calmly sat down and picked up the phone. “Um. Saturday looks open.”
“I can’t Saturday,” he said.
Her heart stopped for a second. “Oh.” She really wanted to see him. She hadn’t realized how much until he said he couldn’t see her on Saturday. “I don’t know. Let me look…”
He cut her off. “What about now?”
She froze. “Now? Right now?”
“That’s what I hoped you’d say. I’ll be there in ten.”
“Wait.” The phone went dead. “You need my address,” she said to no one.
She put the phone down, and it rang again. “Hello.”
“I need directions.”
She smiled, gave him directions, hung up the phone, and jumped out the bed. “What the hell just happened? You’re nuts, Holly.” She turned her straightener on, threw on a little powder and mascara, fixed the front of her hair, and twisted up the rest with a ponytail holder. Her mouth was full of toothpaste when the doorbell rang. She spit then pressed a button on the intercom system. “I’m coming.”
Holly threw on cotton shorts and a comfy T-shirt, then ran down the stairs. She swung the front door open and stared. Drake stood in front of her, sporting a leather motorcycle jacket, ripped jeans, and a plain white T-shirt. His black half-helmet hung in his hand. She peered around him. “You rode a bike? I didn’t hear you pull up.”
“Bev’s pretty sneaky.” He nodded toward his Harley.
She gestured for him to come in. “You named your Harley Bev?”
“Of course. Doesn’t everyone?” He placed his helmet near the door on a chair.
She shrugged and said, “I haven’t known anyone who owned a Harley.”
Drake took a step toward her. His fingers pushed a few loose hairs behind her ear, and she shivered beneath his magical touch. “Well, now you do.”
Her insides quivered. She wished he’d kiss her right now. The suspense was killing her. She inched forward and placed her hand on his waist. They studied each other for a short moment. His gaze swept down over her. She felt more comfortable, more alive with him than anything.
He raised her chin with his finger and lowered his mouth to hers.
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Stiletto Millionaire Club
By: Dawn Chartier
Categories: Erotic Romance, Contemporary
Word Count: 26,986
Heat Level: SCORCHING
Published By: Siren-BookStrand, Inc.
Self-made millionaire Holly Charleston has come a long way since her homeless days. Sometimes, she believes life would have been simpler before fortune and fame. With every man she meets imagining dollar signs, she yearns for the one man who sees the real Holly. A mysterious wealthy stranger may be the one, but she must control her sexsomnia and trust issues if she hopes for a real chance at love.
Professional thief Drake Davenport is ready to begin an honest life. However, his last assignment leads him to steal the heart diamond necklace from a woman known as Ms. Frost. But Holly guards her heart close and her assets closer. Once Holly thaws to Drake's seduction attempts, he finds himself in a position of protecting her from a hired mercenary or living the life he believes he earned. Drake realizes the challenge of stealing the diamond is nothing compared to the challenge of stealing Holly's heart.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Siren Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/dawn-chartier
About the Author
Dawn Chartier never knew she wanted to be a writer while growing up. Sure her parents owned a book shop, and she was surrounded by bookworms, but she wasn’t one of “those” writers who started early. No, Dawn was inspired by strange events in her life, one was a bitch named, Katrina. Yes, that hur-ricane. But a few months before the storm, Dawn read an article on Marie Laveau in the New Orleans local newspaper and it sparked an idea. She began researching the voodoo priestess, and then Katrina hit.
Out of destruction, ideas formed, characters spoke and plots twisted. One thing lead to another and an author was born. (Must have been something in the air, because a few authors were born out of Katrina’s wrath.)
Dawn Chartier sold her first paranormal romance book, (Not An Angel) to The Wild Rose Press, and her second book, a contemporary erotic romance (Diamonds) to Siren BookStrand. Dawn is a member of RWA, Sola-Writers, FF&P and Savvy Authors. You can find her chatting on Twitter and Facebook when she’s not buried inside of a book or writing her next one.
Dawn lives near New Orleans with her husband, two daughters, two golden retrievers, and plenty of wildlife.
Dawn’s website: www.dawnchartier.com