Coming soon from Harlequin Mills and Boon Medicals:

A BOSS BEYOND COMPARE
October, 2008

Excerpt:

"Do I just climb on?" she asked, once he'd situated the board in the water and started to push it forward.

"Something like that. But the key to doing this well is to be still about it. The less movement, the better. And, if a wave catches you, and you go off the board, cover the back of your head immediately, with your wrists over your ears, and your elbows together." He demonstrated the motion on her by picking up her arms, positioning her wrists over her ears and bringing her elbows together. Then he separated her elbows and kissed her. Full on the lips. This time it wasn't gentle, wasn't a tease. And by the time she slid her hands from over her ears and snaked them around his, the kiss had turned into everything she expected from him and like nothing she'd ever experienced in her life.

"This time it's because I want to." Grant's voice was a sensual growl juxtaposed against the clashing of the surf behind them. "If you do."

"I want," she whispered against his lips. A sudden commingling of desire and jitters pooled heavily in Susan's stomach. Somehow, she'd known this would happen, known he would touch her again, and she'd wanted him to. Another departure for Susan Ridgeway Cantwell, she thought as she melted into the mastery of his kiss.

His hands were on her now. Strong, soft hands skimming their way down her back...thank heaven her swim suit was backless. It was a touch that caused the all-too-familiar gooseflesh not just to rise but to riot, a touch that could only be his. Dear God, how she loved the way he touched her, pulled her harder into him, into his bare chest until there was nothing between their bodies but the thin stretch of fabric in her swimsuit.

A soft moan purred in Susan's throat only to be urgently swallowed by his lips and probing tongue. It was like an eddy, a vortex of pure, raw emotion all wrapped into one kiss as he leaned away to kiss her neck, her throat, a trail leading down between the dipping neckline of her suit. The feel of his lips spread a wildfire rushing under her skin, over her skin. And she didn't shrink from the obvious signs that her body was responding all too well to his. Or the hard feel of his response to her, as he pulled back, stared a moment at her nipples pebbling hard underneath the black, stretchy fabric, then reached out to stroke one.