Rose Lange has been in love with the written word since she was little. At fourteen, a Julia Quinn novel inspired her to try writing her own. She lives in Southeastern Wisconsin where she was born, raised, and currently lives with her family.
She writes spicy, contemporary romance, and is a member of Romance Writer’s of America (RWA).
She’s a Clark Gable girl, addicted to reading, chocolate, shopping, Pinterest (her latest vice), and watching old movies from the 40s and 50s. She watched Gone With the Wind once when she was five, and has been hooked on romantic stories since.
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Charlie Anderson needs a farm hand. The moment the sexy, mysterious stranger sets foot on her grandparents’ land, inquiring about a job opening, he rattles her senses, her cage, and her equilibrium, the likes of which she’s never experienced before. She never anticipated her scandalous thoughts getting in the way. She’s terrified, but desire trumps fear, and she gives in to a sinful temptation.
He has a hidden agenda . . .
Alex McCray has a plan. A plan having nothing to do with romance. His discovery, that “Charlie” is a voluptuous, beautiful woman, leaves him shaken, and he needs to proceed with extreme caution. Working next to her, everyday, stirs up a raw hunger he desperately tries to ignore. And he should, since he has an ulterior motive. Alex should also resist her intoxicating sensuality, but he can’t, because he cannot get enough.
Setting a napkin on her lap, she dove in, licking the tasty treat. Enjoying the sweetness on her tongue, she turned to spy Alex enjoying his as well. He turned toward her, grinning from ear to ear. “You’re right. This is the best custard I’ve ever had.”
Stifling a laugh, she noted a good size dollop on his chin. Without thinking, she leaned in, and swiped it away with her thumb, licking the excess off. “There. That’s better.”
Glancing up, she met his gaze, and swallowed the hard lump in her throat. He didn’t speak, just continued to study her. The act of licking stray vanilla off her finger seemed innocent enough, but the way he looked at her, did not look innocent in the least. A fire lit within the brown depths of his eyes, speeding up her heartbeat. She should look away, but couldn’t. Jesus, what was it about this man that could make her feel this way? So alive, so much unlike herself, and ready to give in and steal what they both so obviously wanted.
She tore her gaze away, but by the time she got back to her cone, it’d melted. White streaks flowed down her hand. She wiped what she could, and continued eating.