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     Jess felt his hand in the small of her back, his palm hot against her cold skin, and she looked up into his face. His jaw was locked again. 

     The next moment she gasped when she missed the first step, the laptop bag slipping from her fingers. Screwing her eyes up tight, she braced herself for the fall. 
     It never came. 
     Instead she found herself wrapped in the doctor’s arms, safe against his chest. She felt every inch of him against her, his heart hammering against her breasts. The surprise was his erection pushing against her. There was no time for her to consider what the cold did to penises, and him having an erection regardless, because his mouth closing over hers wiped all thought from her head. 
     His lips were cold, but heat flowed through her. She wrapped her arms around him, because her knees threatened to buckle under her. His head angled, his arms securing her to him.
     This was so unexpected of the grumpy doctor, so out of character for him. She wasn’t getting the job because of this, Ben Arnold’s attraction to her. 
    When thunder boomed directly overhead again, he jerked away from her. Jess staggered, prying her eyes open with difficulty against the rain pouring into them. 
     Fists planted on his hips, the doctor breathed heavily at the soggy ground. Rain plastered his hair to his head and dripped off his nose, a muscle jumping in his jaw. Eventually he looked at her. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. I don’t know what came over me. I don’t normally pounce on women I barely know. I assure you that you are quite safe with me. Let’s get out of this rain.” His eyes dipped. “You’re cold.” Taking the laptop bag from her and hooking it over his shoulder with the other one, he took her hand.
    Just barely resisting the urge to cross her free arm over her embarrassingly recalcitrant nipples, she valiantly tried to keep up with his long strides, her feet slipping around in her high-heeled sandals. It wasn’t her fault it was raining. And he’d kissed her. Of course her body would react to such an onslaught.
     For a first kiss, it had been pretty darn spectacular. He, and anybody else who cared to look, were welcome to know that it had hit the spot. Now, more than ever, she wanted to stay right here, to see where this thing would take them.

Paranormal Romance

Maggie Tideswell Bio

Maggie Tideswell is a South African author with a passion for romance. All over the world people are falling in love, even the birds and the bees are doing it. Ghosts just can't seem to leave her alone and she combines things that can't be explained, sweaty bodies and rumpled beds in a way that will make your toes curl and your hair stand on end.

Maggie just can't do without perfume, coffee and the internet. She is nearly as passionate about food as she is about creating alpha heroes every woman will fall in love with, just as she does, every time. The strangest thing is that cats have never played any kind of role in her stories, as she is owned by three of them. That might change soon.
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"With twists and turns guaranteed to keep those pages turning, Maggie Tideswell proves that she's an author to watch."

~ Loree Lough, Best-Selling & Award-Winning Author 

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