ABOUT THE BOOK
Beautiful, spirited Abigail Hale, daughter of the surgeon at
Aldersgate School of Medicine, detests the challenging, hard-bargaining Max.
But she must procure the necessary specimens if she is to save the college and
her father’s career. She believes she is going to be successful—until Jack
double-crosses her. Then she’s swept into a plot of danger and intrigue, one
where Max must intervene and protect her, no matter the risk to his plan . . .
or his heart.
AN EXCERPT
“Ouch! That hurts! What are you
doing?” she asked, trying to wiggle away from the roughness of his chin as he
chafed it against her face and neck.
Max could feel the ridge of Miss
Hale’s collarbone beneath his cheek, then more smooth skin as he slid his chin
up the column of her throat. “I am leaving a few marks on you, for Jack’s
edification,” he said. “He will never believe you were ravished without
something to show for it.” Pausing just below her left earlobe, he began to
suck on her neck.
She squirmed some more, resisting,
but that soon subsided and she started to giggle. He guessed from her bossiness
that she didn’t laugh often but, strangely enough considering all the trouble
she had caused him, he liked the sound of it.
“Nothing in my father’s books said
anything about this,” she said. “What on earth are you doing? Stop! It tickles.
What could possibly be the point?”
He lifted his head only when he was
satisfied that he had left a deep purple mark. “What your father’s books didn’t
tell you, Miss Hale, is that much of what goes on between a man and a woman, at
least in the bedroom, has no point. It is simply for the sake of pleasure, for
the pure, heady passion of reveling in the opposite sex, of letting go of all
inhibition long enough to enjoy giving everything and receiving everything all
at the same time.”
He knew his voice sounded slightly
hoarse, but she smelled so damn clean and fresh. And her skin—it had to be the
softest he had ever touched.
Moonlight lit her face as she cocked
a finely arched eyebrow at him. “You seem quite well-versed on the subject.”
“I have never read any bloody
medical journals, that’s for damn sure. After hearing what they have to say, I
think I’m glad.”
Max ignored her in favor of nipping
at her neck again. Why did she have to feel so good? Not five minutes earlier,
he had told himself he wouldn’t have any difficulty sharing a room, even a bed,
with Miss Hale. He could control his “drive to mate” as she put it.
But that was before, when Miss
Hale—Abigail—was at an arm’s distance. Now that she was so close and not nearly
as stiff as he had expected, he found his perspective changing. And he was only
rubbing his chin on her cheeks and neck. What would it feel like to part her
lips and slip his tongue inside her mouth for that first sweet taste?
Under the guise of more chafing, he
let their lips brush once, felt their breath mingle, and measured Miss Hale’s
response. The tension in her shoulders, where he had anchored his hands,
relaxed ever so slightly. Her eyelids lowered as her gaze fell to his mouth,
and she kept her head tilted at just the right angle for their lips to brush
again.
She’s curious, he realized. She has
never been kissed.
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