From WITCH'S FIRE

She sighed, shoved up her sleeves and went to work dragging off his low-heeled boots and socks. Carefully, she swung his legs onto the bed. Only--somehow her legs tangled with his. She stumbled and fell clumsily across the poor man's chest.

His eyes flew open. A half-smile flirted at the corners of his mouth. Kirrah glared at him. How the heck did he manage to look so darned sexy with a big ole' purple bruise fanning over his right eye?

Slowly, he slid his arms around her hips and squeezed her buttocks. "Well, hel-lo."

Kirrah widened her eyes. Oh, crap, that's all she needed, a concussed Romeo with a sexy voice hot enough to curl her toes and set her thighs on fire, a voice that both compelled and could easily lead a woman astray.

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