Excerpt
Safari Moon
C. L. Kraemer
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Solo
St. John was in the middle of an erotic dream about his buddy, Nyssa
Harrington, when the click of his front door shutting brought him to instant
alert mode.
Solo
looked up, caught a flashing glimpse of a good deal of naked flesh; long legs,
perfectly rounded derriere, and a waist he could span with his hands. The
intruder's long blond hair curled around her shoulders an inch above the ties
of her bikini top.
Then
he saw the skunk. He blinked twice.
This
woman and the skunk were not the subject of his brief and very strange dream, a
fantasy that made his mind speed along at sixty in a residential zone. This was
someone he had never seen before and he resented the intrusion.
"Hello,"
she cooed seductively from his living room. "Will you come out and
play?"
The
skunk stuck a black and white head around the open door to his bedroom. A
second later the animal turned and lifted his tail before disappearing into the
living room.
Solo
was out of bed and pulling on his jeans before the count of five. Yet in that
short time, the lady in question, along with the skunk that was now exploring
his fireplace hearth, had taken over his living room.
The
lithe, supple blond sported an expensive camera, and all the while the lady in
question babbled nonsense words.
"I'm
willing, able, and eager." She posed for him, a pose meant to entice.
"You're
insane?" He hesitated then said to the lady, "Get that animal out of
here!"
"I
read the ad in the newspaper for a wildlife photographer, and I wanted to be
the first one here." She smiled and tugged on a leash which was connected
to the skunk. "Juniper is my pet. She's deperfumed or whatever."
Pet?
He
had never, to his recollection, set eyes on this woman. Frozen stock-still in
his bare feet between the bedroom and the living room of his rustic forest
retreat in the hills outside Sisters, Oregon, Solo St. John was completely,
utterly baffled.
After
all, he had placed the ad in a few of the most widely distributed papers in
Oregon. That was two days ago. Yesterday, having second thoughts and knowing he
didn't want to train an assistant, he pulled it. Although none of this made
sense, instinctively, he knew she told the truth. The ad was the cause of this
phenomenon in his cabin.
"Come
here and play." Posing seductively once again, she beckoned him with one
slim index finger.
Why
didn't he want to play? Wouldn't any normal, warm-blooded American male dream
of waking up to an almost naked blond bombshell in his living room? Wouldn't
that male want to play?
Why
didn't he feel turned on and excited. Why didn't he fantasize about what would
happen if he obeyed? All those lush curvaceous parts on display didn't interest
him in the least.
He
closed his eyes for a brief count of three. No, this wasn't a dream and the
slap on the face he gave himself didn't cause the vision to disappear. He still
had a good view of long, shapely legs and a bust line that threatened to pop
the seams of her minuscule top.
"Lord."
Only now, he realized he must have left his front door unlocked. He pulled his
gaze from the fiasco on his hearth and reminded himself that a gentleman didn't
stare.
"Smile."
She brought the camera up and clicked a sideways snapshot of him before she
stepped back and captured a print of the skunk. "You did want someone who
could photograph wildlife. Didn't you?"
Solo
raked a hand through short, ragged blond hair he knew had begun to stand on
end. He didn't need this, and he was always hard pressed to put two and two
together this late at night. He was a morning person, up before dawn. Even if
he'd had all his wits about him, he wouldn't know how to politely rid himself
of this strange intruder and her pet skunk.
He
didn't want to admit, even to himself, but it looked like she was disrobing.
Stripping was a better term. All she needed were a pair of tassels and music.
As
he stepped forward in an attempt to stop her, she slipped off her top and
twirling it around her index finger tossed it at him. The bikini bra flew past
him and missed his nose by less than an inch. The bottoms landed squarely
against his chest and slid down his body to land on his bare feet. Before he
could reach her, she stood in front of him, all kinds of pale pink flesh
revealed and waiting for him.
SAFARI MOON
Christine Young AKA ANNCHRISTINE
ISBN# 9780982002544
January 2009
Rogue Phoenix Press
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154 pages
Contemporary Romance
Rating: 4 cups
Solo St. John is looking for an assistant. After placing an
ad in the local paper, he stops it. Solo's grandfather, Colonel, runs an ad of
his own, in the hopes of helping his grandson find a wife.
Nyssa Harrington is Solo's best friend as well as the
subject of his fantasies. After leaving New York for reasons she refuses to
share, she is now living in the same city as Solo. She is happily engaged to
Robert, who is a state Senator, but she has one longing...Solo.
Being best friends for the last ten years, Solo has taken
Nyssa off on some of the wildest adventures. Nyssa has gone on these
spontaneous expeditions and followed Solo simply because it gave her a chance
to be with him. Because of the chaos Colonel has caused, Nyssa promises Solo
one last adventure before her wedding. One tiny problem...there is a secret
they have been keeping from each other, and it is about to be discovered in the
wilderness of Alaska.
What a gorgeous setting for this story! From Oregon to
Alaska, the fresh air and beauty leaps from the pages. I adore the relationship
Solo and Nyssa share. Best friends with the potential to be more. It is a tale
as old as time itself, yet so fresh and new, I kept reading just to find out
the outcome. These two people are so confident until it comes to their feelings
for one another. This story will bring laughter to your life, a tear to your
eye, and joy to your heart.
Kimberly
Reviewer for Coffee Time Romance & More
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