Seduction with Horsepower
Seduction with Horsepower
EXCERPT
A special preview of Lion Tamers
for your reading pleasure. Just
a taste of the excitement to
come ...
for your reading pleasure. Just
a taste of the excitement to
come ...
Copyright © 2007 by Sutton Fox. All Rights Reserved.
Welcome to Book One of
The Traveling Circus series.
The Traveling Circus series.
LIFE in the PITS
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More interested in what was under his fancy shirt, she raised her eyes to his and stepped a bit
closer to him. She moved in so near, her butt was lightly touching his thigh. He smelled warm
and spicy, like hot cinnamon rolls. Oh, mama. She licked her lips in anticipation.
Normally she didn't have much time for men in her life. Funny, considering there were mostly
just men in her life. Maybe, just maybe, there would be a big fat
exception made for this one. She wondered if he tasted as good as he smelled. Thinking about
the places she'd like to lick made her warm and wet. She smiled
again. "What line of work would that be?"
Smelling gas, they both looked down at the same time. "Well, I-hey!" he yelled, as gasoline
poured all over his sleek leather loafers.
Mortified, Morgan dropped the gas can and jumped back as he yanked the funnel out of the
receptacle. She looked at the opening, and realized there was nothing attached to the inlet.
There was no gas tank on this side of the truck. What the hell?
Damon.
She suddenly remembered her little brother had removed the tank on this side at the beginning
of the week because it had a small hole in it. He'd promised to get a replacement from the
junkyard or try to repair this one. Obviously, he had forgotten. With everything that had been
going on, she hadn't remembered to ask him about it, either.
She briefly contemplated what life would be like as an only child and looked at her knight in
shining armor.
Standing on one leg, cursing a blue streak in his deep southern-fried voice and trying to peel a
soggy wet sock off of his other foot, he scowled.
She laughed.
More interested in what was under his fancy shirt, she raised her eyes to his and stepped a bit
closer to him. She moved in so near, her butt was lightly touching his thigh. He smelled warm
and spicy, like hot cinnamon rolls. Oh, mama. She licked her lips in anticipation.
Normally she didn't have much time for men in her life. Funny, considering there were mostly
just men in her life. Maybe, just maybe, there would be a big fat
exception made for this one. She wondered if he tasted as good as he smelled. Thinking about
the places she'd like to lick made her warm and wet. She smiled
again. "What line of work would that be?"
Smelling gas, they both looked down at the same time. "Well, I-hey!" he yelled, as gasoline
poured all over his sleek leather loafers.
Mortified, Morgan dropped the gas can and jumped back as he yanked the funnel out of the
receptacle. She looked at the opening, and realized there was nothing attached to the inlet.
There was no gas tank on this side of the truck. What the hell?
Damon.
She suddenly remembered her little brother had removed the tank on this side at the beginning
of the week because it had a small hole in it. He'd promised to get a replacement from the
junkyard or try to repair this one. Obviously, he had forgotten. With everything that had been
going on, she hadn't remembered to ask him about it, either.
She briefly contemplated what life would be like as an only child and looked at her knight in
shining armor.
Standing on one leg, cursing a blue streak in his deep southern-fried voice and trying to peel a
soggy wet sock off of his other foot, he scowled.
She laughed.