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Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
Description: Country music superstar/actor Chase Tanner has yet to be denied anything--and he's never wanted anything or anyone more than gorgeous screenplay writer Reno Linden. So when the film they are working on is finally finished, Chase decides to turn up the volume on seducing Reno. Reno Linden lived a quiet, rural life until she was thrust into the Hollywood scene when her book was adapted to film. Chase Tanner is larger than life, sinfully sexy and hell-bent on getting her into bed. Skittish after a failed engagement, Reno risks the plunge into Chase's arms, and is surprised that her good girl self can keep up with bad boy Chase. Though Chase returns to his cowboy roots often, and Reno cherishes the time spent with him on his ranch, the two find their careers pulling them in different directions. Will their attraction survive the glitz and stress of fame?
eBook Publisher: The Wild Rose Press, Inc./Scarlet, 2011
eBookwise Release Date: June 2011

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [228 KB]
Words: 51118
Reading time: 146-204 min.

Reno sensed his presence before he got close.

"She's got the curves, and I got the nerve, to take her for my own," Chase sang, coming up behind her.

She started to turn, but he grabbed her around the waist and pressed himself against her ample backside, swaying them both to the music. His chest felt rock-hard against her back, and his big arm pressed up against the bottom of her breast. His hips ground into her butt.

Too many people were staring, nudging each other, and grinning. Breathless from the embarrassment, her head started to spin. And, weak woman that she was, she shook with lust. God, how she wanted this man. He was pure temptation, and her hands itched to grab his thighs and give him a wicked grinding in return.

But she snapped back to reality just in time.

He was coming on strong. Strong enough to make her wish she could get her friggin' moral compass to point another direction, just for one naughty night.

The band's lead guitarist started a blaring, wailing solo on stage, which drew people's attention away from her. Chase bent his head and said into her ear, "My trailer. Ten minutes," then released her and walked away.

She nearly fell backward. His trailer. Alone with him. A chill of desire shuddered through her, puckering her nipples into tight points, and forcing blood down low to swell her tingling, needy lips. She wanted to lie on his bed and watch him kiss a path down her body, settling between her legs, his cowboy hat brushing her thighs as his tongue flicked...

"Oh, no you don't," she whispered. What was she thinking? If she had a car here, she'd leave the party now. How else could she avoid temptation?