His Kind of Trouble by Samantha Hunter
Danger is bodyguard Chance Berringer’s first, last and middle name. Protecting celebrity chef Ana Perez—a hot little firecracker with a mouth to match—for two weeks in Mexico is more vacation than job. Just keep his eyes on her, and his hands off. How hard can it be?
Ana doesn’t want a babysitter during the holidays. Even if Chance’s muscled hotness (complete with wicked grin) makes him a mouthwatering dish. But when the heat starts sizzling in the bedroom—and beyond—will this hot tamale cause more trouble than Chance can handle?
Drifting off, Chance finally gave into the urge to sleep, something he hadn’t done for days. Sensual images of Ana infiltrated his dreams. Her hands, her mouth. . .until a distant sound had him awake, sitting upright, staring at the door.
The knob was turning, slowly, silently, as if not to be heard. It was well after midnight, the house silent, Ana’s family sleeping. Whoever this was, they weren’t invited.
Chance stood, hugging the wall by the door, hardly breathing as he lay in wait.
The door opened slightly, and someone stepped in.
He moved quickly from behind, knowing from the moment his hands touched her, and his nose caught the scent of her hair, who it was in his grasp.
“Ana?” he whispered, letting go and shutting the door quietly.
She stood in the soft light of his room, looking at him with those big brown eyes, her hair a little messy, as if she had just left her own bed. She wore a thin, cream-colored shift that – God help him – showed the lovely silhouette of her naked form underneath the fabric.
“What are you doing here? I could have hurt you,” he said, not taking one step closer.
For the first time since he’d met her, Ana Perez looked uncertain.
“I couldn’t sleep. I’m sorry, I. . .I shouldn’t have come. I don’t know what I was thinking,” she said, nervous. “I’m sorry,” she repeated. “Good night.”
Chance stopped her with a hand on her shoulder before she could turn the knob.
“Ana, what were you thinking?
He was so close, standing right behind her, that her scent seemed to surround him, hypnotizing him. He drew her back against him, his hands on her shoulders, his mouth by her ear.
“Were you thinking about me?” he whispered.
She nodded, swallowing hard. “I wanted to make sure you were okay,” she said softly, turning in his arms and raising a hand to his face, touching his bruise gingerly. “And to thank you.”
“For helping,” she said with a slight smile.
“I should have stopped the fight,” he said, rubbing his chin lightly along her hairline, making her close her eyes and tip her head back for more. “I’m sorry I let it go that far.”
“Thank you,” she said offering her lips up for a kiss that blotted out anything else. Pulling her up against him, his arms closed around her, the two of them pressed together completely.
“You were thinking about this?” he asked roughly before his tongue took to investigating her bottom lip.
It was what he wanted to hear.
“Me, too. I couldn’t get this afternoon out of my head,” he admitted, as hungry as she was. Lifting her thigh, she slid her leg against his, opening so that her body brought his erection even closer to her core. Chance groaned, pressing in.
“Ana,” he said on a choked breath, sliding his hands into her hair and holding her still as he dove back in for a deeper kiss, his tongue exploring her deeply, tangling with hers as she did the same to him.
She tasted so good, she thought vaguely, as she let him hold her and move her any way he pleased. It was wonderful as he his hands molded to her bottom, grinding her against him, and she shuddered with need as he brought her very close to coming, but then loosened his hold.
She moaned a little in protest, and he pulled her up so that she was no longer standing, but had to wrap her arms and legs around him and hold on. His towel had hit the floor with the motion, and he caught his breath on a choked curse, feeling her against him.
Perfect, as he knew she would be.
Q: Tell our readers why you think they’ll enjoy His Kind of Trouble
A: His Kind of Trouble is a fun, sexy, adventurous romance in a great location — a sexy New Year’s Day read to welcome 2013! The book also has some serious, emotional moments, family interactions, and a very angsty subplot (and who doesn’t like a little angst?).
Q: You may have noticed we like to include our favorite quote in our reviews of the books we read. What is your favorite quote from His Kind of Trouble?
A: My favorite quote from His Kind of Trouble is:
“I’ve seen people fall in love and lose and be wrecked by it. I guess I thought it was a risk I didn’t want to take, but then I met you. Suddenly, it seems worth it.”
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