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Hot River
Excerpt from Triple Shot Tracy by Kate Hill
(paranormal, humor)
Available from Changeling Press.Blurb:
Desperate for a break from her monotonous life, Tracy decides a trip to the country is exactly what she needs. Little does she know that when she drives into Hot River Campground she's about to enter a real life and very adult fairytale.
After paying her fee at the campground, Tracy has no idea that the host, a pixie-like lady called Miranda, has hit her with fairy dust. The magic begins that very night when she is seduced three times by the most gorgeous man she has ever met. First he teases her with toasted marshmallows. Then he tempts her with a swim in the river. Finally he shows her just how erotic a sleeping bag can be.
She wonders how one man can have so much energy, but her curiosity is soon satisfied when she is attacked by a wolf in man's clothing. To her surprise, her campsite lover comes to her rescue, except he's not one, but three. The Princeton triplets—Oakes, Jeb, and Tripp—had come to protect Tracy. They've fallen for her as hard as she's fallen for them, but will anyone be safe with a werewolf on the loose?
Excerpt:
Tracy looked forward to sitting by the fire, eating dinner then toasting the marshmallows she'd brought.
She was loading the wood into the back of her car when someone reached for the bundle in her hand.
"Let me help you with that, miss."
Tracy had been about to refuse, but the sound of that husky voice touched by a Texas accent made her tingle from head to toe. She looked up to see who that magnificent voice belonged to and found herself staring at the sexiest hunk of man she'd ever seen. Tall with thick black hair, five o'clock shadow and blue eyes that could turn a frozen lake into a hot spring, he left her momentarily speechless. All she could do was gaze from that handsome face to his gorgeous body. Snug jeans encased his long, hard-looking legs and a blue tank top showed off every chiseled muscle of his sleek torso.
Tracy realized she was staring at him like an idiot when he raised a black eyebrow and gave the wood in her hand another tug.
"Oh. Yeah. Thank you," Tracy said. Usually she'd have told any guy insinuating she needed help to get lost. She'd carry her own damn firewood. But this was a special case.
"Are you staying here?" he asked.
"Yes. That kind of explains why I'm buying the firewood," she said with a pleasant grin.
He chuckled. "Right. That was dumb of me. I guess if I want to start a conversation I should just introduce myself. Tripp Princeton at your service." He held out his hand and she slipped hers into it, loving how his handshake was firm yet gentle. His hand was warm but dry, the palm callused. Manly hands. Sexy hands. The kind of hands she wanted caressing her naked body.
Damn! Where were these thoughts coming from?
Tripp finished loading the other bundles of wood into her car, talking all the while. "I camp here a lot. How about you?"
"No. This is my first time," she said.
"Are you here alone?"
"Why?" she demanded, her self-preservation instincts kicking in even though for some unexplainable reason she felt like she could trust this guy implicitly.
Even worse, her attraction to him seem to be growing by the minute. It was like some kind of magic. She didn't even want to fight it.
"I'm sorry. I guess I'm really sticking my foot in my mouth today. I just wanted to know if you were married or have a boyfriend or anything like that."
"Should I be flattered or forewarned?"
Again he smiled, exposing his rather large white teeth. He had a slight overbite that she found cute. It was disarmingly childlike on his otherwise worldly face. His blue eyes shone like sapphires against his tanned skin and she felt like they were stripping her naked.
"Flattered," he said. "Definitely flattered."