Hot Knight In Paradise by Sofia Harper
Stranded in paradise with no way to get home, Leah Smith needs a miracle, and fast. Instead, she gets Marshall Jackson, surely the sexiest man alive. Too bad he’s got an emotional wall around himself–and her only hope of getting off the island …
Marshall has a strict no damsels in distress policy, but there’s something about Leah that makes him want to break his own rules. He agrees to let her work in his bar until she earns enough to get home. But the more time they spend together, the harder it is to deny the scorching attraction between them. Soon hot island nights provide balm to their wounded souls, but will these two flawed exiles make peace with the past in time to claim the future they deserve together–or will paradise be lost?
She gave herself a moment so she wouldn’t sound breathless. “There are two key ingredients to baking bread—kneading and waiting.”
She plopped the ball of dough into the greased bowl. The small kitchen made her very aware of the space and all he took up. She turned, and he offered both towels. One she laid over the bowl, the other she did her best to get the vestiges of dough off. Gently he tugged the towel out of her grasp and worked at the goop himself.
“I’m capable of doing that myself,” she pointed out.
“You’re extremely capable.” Marshall started with her thumb and continued until he worked at the left over dough in her palm.
“I wanted an excuse to touch you. Is that okay with you?” He held her gaze.
She lost her breath. Marshall’s desire didn’t come with shame or apologies. The hold on her wrist was tender but firm. “You went to school to learn this stuff, didn’t you?”
“You inspire a certain attention to detail.” He pointed to her other hand and she gave it to him.
“Why was Delores worried?”
He shrugged. “No idea, but I trust her instincts. I didn’t feel like getting quizzed on that mark on your neck. I kicked everyone out. You’re right with your thinking—I don’t need the bar to make money.” He hesitated, smiled, and then said, “Dive. Does that bother you?”
She considered the question, but he had finished the clean-up job and was caressing the inside of her palm. Pinpricks of pleasure shot up her arm, making serious conversation a bit tough. “It makes me curious. I do and don’t want to know what you used to be in your old life?”
His hand stilled. “But knowing changes things in your mind?”
A mental referee threw a yellow flag on the field. There was something in the way he said it. “You’ll still be Marshall to me. Yet, knowing more about how and why you are intrigues me. The devil’s in the details, and the details can’t help but change my perception of you.”
Leah really meant to say the details would change his perception of her, but couldn’t. She wanted him to keep touching her the way he was touching her now. Gentle but firm, as though he didn’t want to let her go.
“How long does it take for dough to rise?” he asked.
She looked at the radio clock that sat on the windowsill above the sink. “An hour. Fifty more minutes now. The cooking takes a short time.”
Putting the towel down on the table, he caged her between his arms. “I think it’s time for that kiss good night.”
This time she couldn’t say it was anything other than Marshall making her heart give that hard and steady thump. The way he made the cheap pine soap smell absolutely delicious. The intensity in how he spoke to her. In this moment, it was him and only him. The best part was the anticipation. She would have told him, but he’d already been right once today. He waited for her explicit permission, a breath away from placing his mouth on hers.
“Yes,” she said and couldn’t hide the breathlessness in the word. “Kiss me.”
He kissed her with a single-minded intent. He used more teeth and tongue than before but lightly and with a skilled patience of a man who knew where he was going and didn’t mind taking his time getting there. Eons passed, and then his hands were under her souvenir shirt, releasing the catch on her bra, and catching her breasts in rough, warm hands.
He stopped the assault long enough to lift her onto the table and to remove the shirt and bra. He ignored the exposed skin and instead he reclaimed her in the same spot on her neck, working his way up to her lobe, where they had left off.
Before he could ask, if he was going to, she said, “I don’t want you to stop.”
“Duly noted.” And then he pulled back and tsked. “You have fl our on your breasts. I know you are very capable of cleaning it yourself, but…” He moved to the sink and wet the towel.
She wouldn’t point out there was no flour to speak of on her breasts, even if she’d been capable of words. All she could do was grip the table as he started at the top of one breast and began a slow and painstaking circular wipe down.
Q: Romance readers have a lot of choices these days. What makes Hot Knight In Paradise stand out in the crowd so to speak?
A: Marhsall is a beta with alpha-tendencies. Yet, both him and Leah feel they’ve done something in their past that somehow precludes them from being loveable. I think everyone has felt that way at least once. This romance is steamy in parts but on the last page, on the last word you get that little happy, content sigh.
Q: We like to include our favorite quote in our reviews of the books we read. What is your favorite quote from Hot Knight In Paradise?
A: My favorite quote from Hot Knight In Paradise is:
A bar, a drinking poker game, and a bartender with some imaginary players…
sounded like a set up to a really bad, dirty joke. Or the beginning of a Dateline murder exposé.
About Sofia Harper
Sofia Harper started writing contemporary romance a long, long time ago. When Sofia’s not spending time with imaginary people in her head, she’s corrupting two little trouble makers. Currently she lives in California where the wine is good. She also going full-throttle on the ride called publishing. These two thoughts are not related.
If you could be stranded anywhere, where would it be?