How does a gold mining fisherman catch the girl of his dreams? Ask the moose and the dog.
A modern day love story set on the banks of the Yukon River.
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Lyrical Press, Inc.
Linnet Greenbriar has a job to do on the isolated Alaskan Yukon River. Hoping the remote area will keep her away from men for as long as possible, she is shocked to see the handsome stranger walking up the river and singing a little song. All her hopes change when a mishap sends her falling into the river and also into the arms of said handsome stranger.
Creed finds himself in the wrong place at the right time and becomes a self appointed hero when he rescues the beautiful Fish and Game Officer from the icy river. All he wanted was a little peace and solitude, but one look at this city girl has him changing his tune.
Warning: Sex in bathtubs filled with water from natural hot springs, too many men and a moose, who just might interrupt the fun.
His lips were awfully close to hers, his brown eyes darkening with something she wasn’t sure she recognized. Maybe didn’t even want to identify. At least it didn’t seem dangerous in the sense he meant to hurt her. Mint came to her again, warm and cool at the same time as she took in the physical sensations. A strong arm encircled her back, and a large hand cupped her cheek, fingers stroking the edge of her hair ever so gently and non-threatening. Warmth. From his body, eyes and hands, filling in the cold empty places inside her. Places she hadn’t even realized were cold and empty.
“You did a beautiful job. The repairs needed to be made. The improvements make it more comfortable. Thank you.” Spoken quietly, the words as much as the gruff rumble of his voice contributed to the weak feeling invading her entire body. Flight and fight were both impossible at this point.
His hand tilted her head back and she barely had time to suck in a deep breath before his lips lowered and brushed against hers. Blood pounding in her ears, she barely heard the kettle quiet it the way that meant it would begin to whistle in another minute. Opening her mouth to say she needed to get it, she never got the chance. Amazingly soft lips pressed against hers as he took her unintended invitation and fit his mouth to hers. Like a perfectly cut dovetail, their lips and tongues melded and the need to deal with kettle faded.
Dizzy with never before encountered heat, Linnet wrapped her arms around the only solid thing handy. Hard muscles pressed against her body as her fingers sought handholds on his back. His shirt slid over rippling planes of steel and she held tight. Instead of pushing her away, he pulled her closer, his tongue probing deeply into her mouth, one strong arm holding her upright.
Oh. My. God. The power of the kiss swept her along faster than the current of the river and she gave herself up to it. No kiss had ever touched her like this and it made her head spin. Thankfully, he still held her head or she feared it might have fallen off. If not for his arm around her shoulders and her death grip on his back, she would have fallen when he abruptly broke the kiss.
“Manley, down,” Creed ordered the dog. His harsh, gruff tone cleared just enough of the haze surrounding her, she heard the kettle screaming and felt Manley head-butting their legs.
“The kettle,” she whispered and shook her head. What was wrong with her? Kissing a stranger? Pulling back, relief and disappointment fought an epic battle in her heart when he let her go.