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“I didn’t ask you to kiss me. I told you to kiss me,” Maddie said wickedly
Austin shook his head. “You used to be so…nice.”
“Nice girls finish last.” She sized him up. “You’ve changed, too. The bad boy I once knew wouldn’t turn down a kiss with a willing woman.”
His eyes suddenly gleamed with challenge and something dark and delicious and forbidden. “Who says I’ve turned it down?” Then he was pressing his lips to hers. The kiss was hot and insistent, his mouth plundering hers. But just when she was really getting into it, he drew back.
“You asked for a kiss—there you go. Objective achieved.”
But her objective had changed, Maddie realized. She was no longer the awkward seventeen-year-old who’d fantasized about kissing the cutest boy in high school. She was all grown up now and her fantasies went way beyond a kiss.
“Not quite.”
“What else do you want from me?”
She licked her lips and stared into his eyes. “You and me…and some down and dirty, hot and heavy sex.”
Dear Reader,
My heroes have always been bad boys! Nothing could be better than seeing a wild, wicked, dangerously handsome man who’s too big for his britches humbled by the overwhelming power of love. Then again, if that man is one of a trio of notorious bad boy brothers from Cadillac, Texas, then you’re talking triple the fun and the blazing-hot excitement!
Thanks to the overwhelming reader response to Dallas Jericho, the youngest brother featured in “Show & Tell” from the Blaze Midnight Fantasies anthology, I‘m back this month with another hot, hunky, badder-than-bad Jericho brother in The Sex Solution. Austin is the oldest and wildest of the three, but he’s determined to change his ways. No more fast times and fast women. He’s a new man, and to prove it, he intends to find a nice, conservative, tame woman to settle down with. But when former good girl Madeline Hale rolls back into town with seduction on her mind, she soon convinces him that being a little bad can be very, very good!
I love writing hot, steamy love stories that portray not only the emotional bond between a man and woman, but the physical bond, as well. Blaze gives me the freedom to do just that. So grab an ice-cold drink, crank up the air-conditioning and get ready for a red-hot read from deep in the heart of Texas!
All my best,
Kimberly Raye
P. S. There’s still one Jericho brother who’s footloose and fancy free. But not for long. Don’t miss the final showdown in Blaze #131, The Fantasy Factor, coming next month.
The Sex Solution
Kimberly Raye
This book is dedicated to the real Marshalyn Simmons aka Sue Groff.
You’re the best mother-in-law in the world, and an even better friend!
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
1
EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM promised hot, steamy, mind-blowing sex.
From the way he looked…
So rugged and masculine with his white cotton T-shirt, the words Cowboy Up emblazoned in black letters across the front. Perspiration soaked the material, making it nearly transparent. Dark swirls of hair covered his broad chest. Damp cotton clung to his shoulders and biceps. Soft, faded denim cupped his crotch and molded to trim hips and long, muscular legs, the cuffs tucked into a pair of dusty brown cowboy boots.
To the way he moved…
So strong and sure and purposeful as he reached for a sack of feed on the hot pavement near his feet. Muscles rippled and flexed as he hoisted the weight onto his shoulder. One hair-dusted thigh played peekaboo with her through a frayed rip in his jeans as he turned and tossed the load into the bed of a beat-up pickup truck.
Definitely mind-blowing. A man as strong and toned and blatantly physical as Austin Jericho would never be a lazy lover. He would touch and stroke and stir a woman until she screamed for release.
Not that Madeline Regina Hale knew such a thing firsthand. Only in her most private, provocative dreams.
She stared through the glass of Skeeter’s Drugstore and tried to calm the sudden pounding of her heart. Even after twelve years, Austin was still the hottest boy in Cadillac, Texas.
Make that the hottest man. One-hundred percent, prime, Grade-A, pinch-me-I’m-dreaming man.
Her breath caught at another squat, another flash of hard, muscular thigh.
The reaction sent a rush of nostalgia through her and suddenly all those years, a challenging career as the senior research-and-development chemist for one of America’s leading cosmetics companies and a shelf full of well-read self-improvement books didn’t seem to matter.
Madeline felt seventeen again. Young. Naive. Awkward. And lovesick over a hot teenage boy in dusty boots and a black leather Harley jacket.
Back then he’d looked every bit as delicious as he did right now. His jeans had been just as flattering, and her heart had fluttered just as much.
She’d always had a powerful physical reaction to Austin.
He, on the other hand, had never had any reaction to her.
She couldn’t really blame him. She’d been practically nonexistent back then. Just another geeky, four-eyed member of the Chem Gems—the only academic club at a school that lived and breathed football and state championships. Forget victory parties with the in crowd. She’d spent her Saturday nights in the kitchen of her dad’s doughnut shop, Sweet & Simple, mixing up muffins and fritters and other goodies for the Sunday-morning rush. The expected pastime of the overweight wallflower voted Most Studious for four consecutive years.
Austin, on the other hand, had been lean, loud and rebellious. The oldest of the notorious Jericho brothers—a hot, handsome trio of heartbreakers who’d invented the word scandal. A leather-clad bad boy who’d ridden a screaming chrome demon and shot every rule to hell and back. The boy voted Most Likely to Serve Time in a Maximum Security Prison.
Dangerous. That had been Austin way back when.
His attitude. His looks. His effect on the opposite sex.
Only a select few females had been lucky enough to keep company with him, however. Most had been blond and beautiful, with big boobs and even bigger egos. All had been as wild as the boy himself.
Mousy-brown hair, a chubby figure—thanks to all those Saturday nights at the bakeshop—and a hum-drum existence had knocked Madeline completely out of the running. She’d had to settle for lusting after him from afar.
Then and now.
As