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|  | | Francine On Fire
Francine Daniels doesn’t trust men. Not since two husbands and a con artist ruined her life. After years of struggle – during which she took back control and soared to new heights – there is no place in her plans for a German hottie…Even if she does burst into flames at his touch.
Heicke Brewer already made one disastrous trip down the aisle, and never plans to go that route again. He prefers the parade of international beauties lined up outside his bedroom door to enjoy his ‘satisfaction guaranteed’ reputation…Until he meets an American pixie too hot not to handle.
Francine tugged the strap of her bulky carry-on bag over her shoulder, using a little hip action to help sling it back into place. Exhausted from her nine hour trans-Atlantic flight, she positioned the hotel keycard at the slot and considered how much a hot bath would help her relax, maybe even make it easier to adjust to the new time zone. The case bounced against the door and it sprang open. Not afraid, but aware a woman alone needed to be careful, she nudged the heavy oak with her shoulder and looked inside the suite.
No sounds came from within, but the sun shone through the lacy sheer | |  | | TEDDI TURNS ON
No one’s going to take advantage of Teddi Howard again, including the Munich tour operator who screwed her over when he reneged on their contract. Her only option is to face the little weasel.
Nothing stands in the way of the prominent, German businessman David Stiefle, especially a woman. No way is he ever getting involved, even if she is the sensual Mrs. Howard.
David Stiefel’s eyes kept track of the copper-haired female while he rolled up the sleeves of his striped shirt. The woman was oblivious to the stir she created as she strolled through the crowded O’Hare Airport Business Class Lounge. He stroked an index finger over his lips and studied her sleek figure in form fitting slacks. The appealing rear view was too good to miss. The pleasure of not seeing a panty line forced him to shift in his chair to adjust for the sudden pull in his jeans.
She bent over, hung her jacket across the chair back, and glanced over her shoulder at him. Th |
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