Leaning in, he brushed his lips on Holly's cheek, and whispered in her ear, "Are you okay?" She gave him a sidelong glance. "You might not promise adventure, but you sure do deliver.

— Tracy March

Let's start with ice cream and go from there." "You're going to love it." Holly nodded. "All their ingredients are fresh, and they make the most delicious, wackiest flavors you've ever heard of." Clearly she'd forgotten that Lindsey had come from D.C. "Like what?" "Honey lavender. Sweet corn raspberry. Toasted coconut fudge. Lemon fig....blueberry pie... marshmallow peach... salted caramel chocolate chunk...

— Tracy March

Lindsey imagined him looking like a model in his business clothes, shopping for toilet parts for her. Perfect. What girl wouldn't want a smokin' hot guy associating her with toilet parts?

— Tracy March

Lindsey looked at him coyly "Grilling is your specialty?" She shook her head. "You really had me fooled." He set the platter on the island, joined her near the sprawling sectional sofa in the living area, and took her in his arms. She'd never get tired of that feeling. "Had you fooled how?" he asked. "I thought kissing was your specialty." Garden captivated her with his sultry gave. "Grilling... Kissing..." He brushed his lips over hers, teasingly light and feathery. "Take your pick, Darwin;," he said in a low whisper, pulling her closer.... "Stay tuned," he said with a rasp in his voice. "I've got a couple other specialties, too.

— Tracy March

Maybe he dates girls in Denver when he goes there for business, but he never asks out girls around here. I think he's simply there for looks." The same could be said for Lindsey's ex, Hopper. He had been good for looking at but not much else. "That might work for a little while," Lindsey said, "but I prefer my men fully functional." Holly's gaze locked on something behind Lindsey. Her hazel eyes widened, and her lips formed an 'O'. She tipped her head forward, prompting Lindsey to turn and look ... straight into the eyes of Garden Crenshaw.

— Tracy March

She smoothed her fingertips down his cheeks and cupped his face in her hands. "I'm not sure if it can get any better." He sucked in a ragged breath. "Oh, darlin'," he said, sliding his finger beneath one of the straps of her sundress and guiding it off of her shoulder. "I promise you it can." He kissed the spot where the strap had been and drew his fingers up her thighs with a light, feathery touch. "And I'm a man who keeps his promises.

— Tracy March

She stepped over to the model. "The little town looks so sweet in the moonlight." And so did Lindsey. Her sexy silhouette had him riveted in place. He knew better, but his instincts urged him to go to her. Joining her next to the model, he skimmed his fingertips over her bare shoulder and down her arm. He reached her hand and languidly laced his fingers between hers. "Not nearly as sweet as you look," he whispered close to her ear...

— Tracy March

She wasn’t the only one with an eye for sexy men – especially ones licking ice cream.

— Tracy March

Slow and sweet and sexy…. “Hell of a first kiss,” he said with a hint of a grin.

— Tracy March

Teeth clenched, she swiped the light switch next to the door, but all she got was a 'click.' 'Click, click.' "Ugh," Lindsey moaned. She'd need to flip a breaker, and for that she'd need a flashlight. But that would only fix things if the power was actually on. "I'm working on that." The deep voice with a drawl came from the dark hallway, and the man that matched it stepped out of the shadows.

— Tracy March