This is a re-release of Madison’s 2006 release from Cobblestone Press.

One look at Garrett Vartan’s killer body and Crystal Reed forgets why she’s at the radio station. Oh yes, the interview. She was sure her libido had died years ago, but when she finds herself in his arms she discovers hot coals laying beneath the ashes.

She’s used to keeping men at a distance but he’s not making it easy. The fact that he’s respectful, charming and has a voice that makes her knees weak doesn’t help.

Crystal isn’t at all what Garrett expected. Intelligent, confident, mysterious. The combination is tempting and makes him want to crack the cool façade she keeps wrapped around herself and find out what secrets lay hidden beneath. But it’s the innocence in her eyes that makes him break his cardinal rule: never mix business with pleasure.

“I really enjoyed your book.”

She looked over at him, her jaw dropping slightly. Butterflies took flight in her stomach. “You really read it?”

“Of course. I thought it was going to be about sex, but…”

She laughed. “Did you not read the caption on the back?”

“You mean the one under your picture?” He put his hands on his hips and watched the glowing numbers count down over the doors.

“Yeah. That’s the one.”

“Sorry to say I didn’t make it past the picture,” he teased, disarming her once more with his wide smile.

She started to give him a playful punch in the shoulder, but the elevator jerked to a halt and she pitched forward into his arms.

“Thanks…” she said softly and righted herself. He was so warm…solid. The material of his T-shirt soft to the touch. Her insides turned to mush, even as she resisted the urge to throw herself back against his hard body.

She smoothed her hands down her skirt to keep from reaching out.

“So…no boyfriend, huh?”

“Nope.” She stared up into his eyes, willing him to kiss her. “Girlfriend?” she queried.

“Nope.”

She nodded.

“Does the elevator…do this often?” she asked, her hand fluttering toward the paused numbers overhead, but she never took her gaze from his.

She felt like a delicate little moth being drawn against her will to a big bad flame. Okay, so not totally against her will. Her overactive imagination—not to mention libido—was totally willing. And that was scary, because she was sure her libido had died years ago, never to be resurrected. She’d definitely not been interested, much less felt this delicious fluttering in her stomach, since then. And that was probably a warning sign. One she’d do good to pay attention to.

“Not since I’ve been working here.”

“This is typical,” she murmured, glancing at the numbers, and then at the emergency phone symbol on the wall. Not that she was eager to call for help and get out of here.

“How so?”

She smiled. “Seems like a scene from a novel. You know, they get stuck in the elevator, and—” She didn’t have the courage to finish that sentence.

“And?” he asked, tilting his head to the side as he regarded her.

“Just and. But there could be a dot dot dot after it.”

He laughed and leaned closer.

“So, how would I do as a hero?”

“Oh, I think you’d get an A-plus.” He puffed out his chest and flexed a bicep. She laughed, but it came out more like a breathless giggle. Taking a step back, she wondered if anyone knew the elevator was stuck. The temperature was starting to climb.

The thought was quickly replaced as he stepped closer, propped a hand against the wall over her shoulder and stared down at her. The warm light above seemed to ignite a golden fire to his hair, his eyes. He looked even more handsome up close. Breath-stealing gorgeous. Heart-pounding, stomach-flopping, knees-shaking gorgeous.

Gracious girl, snap out of it. Take the lead. But that was easier, far easier, said—thought—than done. It was hard to take control when all she could think about was the fact that God had created Garrett’s lips for kissing. Full and oh so soft. She would bet her favorite stilettos that he was a man who knew how to use those lips, too. Who’d take control, gently at first until a fire overtook them both. And when they both burned up with it, he’d be just the kind of guy to slow down before he turned the heat up even higher.

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