Mardi Gras Magic

Published by: eXtasy Books

ISBN :00258

Page :52

Word Count :13000

Publication Date :2010-09-01

Series : #

Heat Level :

Available Formats : Mardi Gras Magic (pdf) , Mardi Gras Magic (prc) , Mardi Gras Magic (epub) , Mardi Gras Magic (mobi)

Category : Erotic Romance

Product Code: 00258

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Tia fell in love with Logan in high school but then a misunderstanding drove her from his arms. Can the magic of Mardi Gras rekindle the once hot flame of their romance?

It’s been six years since Tia Morgan last saw Logan Summerfield. In fact it was high school prom night—the night she lost her virginity to him. It’s inevitable that they meet again—this time at the height of Mardi Gras when senses are aroused and identities hidden behind brightly colored masks. But Tia would know Logan anywhere. His image is engraved on her heart. She remembers the feel of his body, the taste of his tongue in her mouth, the warmth of his arms...

“Seven ten,” Tia answered. Her nerves had begun to jangle. She glanced at Logan beneath the fall of her lashes as he led the way down the hall. He had been waiting six years to talk to her? Holy cow! Was she going to have to live the nightmare of Senior Prom all over again?

He opened the room and held the door for Tia to enter. Momentarily it was slamming noisily behind them. Tia strode into the room, tossing her purse on the bureau beside the portable TV, her back to Logan. A part of her dreaded turning around and facing him. He must think she was such a fool—giving herself to him and then disappearing for six years.

His hand was hot on her back then his arms spanned her waist and suddenly she found herself turned into his embrace. In the next instant he was driving his mouth down hard against hers, crushing her lips in a passionate kiss.

Pure joy sang through her veins dissolving the tension she harbored. Her arms instantly circled his neck and she pressed her breasts into the solid wall of his chest. God! How she’d dreamed of being in his arms, of kissing him, of feeling his flesh against hers. The urge to shed her clothes was almost overwhelming.

“Get your things,” Logan whispered, dragging his lips from hers. “You’re coming home with me.”