Somethings hot in Seattle, and its not just the espresso. The Seattle Steam series. Madisons needs are simple. All she wants are two Make Ooo La Latt the newest trend in espresso, and seduce the sexiest cop in Seattle. But things arent going exactly as planned. First, Gabes a little hung up on the fact that shes his best friends little sister, and hes determined to keep his hands off. Second, her shop gets robbed by the increasingly violent Espresso Bandit, and now shes the only one who can identify him. Gabe whisks her into hiding for her own protection, but soon finds his heart is under assault by the lusciousand persistentMadison. But no matter where they hide, danger follows. On such dangerous grounds, the trick will be to live long enough to keep the flame alive. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. It took almost another hour before she slipped into a light sleep, and instead of being comforted, she found herself reliving the robbery. Except this time, the robber pulled the trigger. She jerked upright with a cry, dragging the sheets around her. A moment later her door burst open and Gabe's silhouette filled the doorway. "Maddie?" He shut the door and came over to the bed. "What's wrong? I heard you cry out." She turned her head away before he could see the shine of tears in her eyes. The dream had been too real. "Did you dream about him?" Gabe asked, his voice soft. "It's all right, Maddie. It's normal. I haven't seen you break down once yet." "I'm not the type to break down," she mumbled. She urged herself to regain control and not lose it. But the back of her throat burned from choking back the tears, and soon she stopped fighting. The tears ran down her cheeks and she kept her face averted, trying to hide them. "Maddie..." He pulled her unresisting body into his arms, sliding back against the bedpost to support them. She buried her head against his chest. "It's just sexual tension combined with the post-traumatic stress." She tried to laugh and it came out choked. "Nothing to worry about. It'd all go away if you'd just have sex with me." "You don't need to make it a joke, Maddie," he murmured. "It's nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about." Wasn't it? She hated that she was crying on Gabe's shoulder. He was always so controlled and seemed so kept together. And now, in between pathetic attempts to seduce him, she sat here bawling her eyes out on his chest. His naked chest. Hmm. She hadn't noticed that before. She blinked the last of her tears away and became quite aware of the rapid pounding of Gabe's heart. Maybe he wasn't as controlled as he'd have her believe. She kept her head against his chest. "You're not immune to me, Gabe." His hand that had been stroking her hair stilled, and then resumed its comforting movements. "I never said I was." "Then why—" "Just sleep, Maddie," he interrupted, his voice gentle. "I'll stay here with you, if you'd like. But only to sleep." Madison considered her options. Having Gabe in bed with her would be a major temptation to attempt to seduce him again. It'd be better just to send him back to his own bed. But then the thought of being alone, with the possibility of more nightmares, made it an obvious choice. "I'd like you to stay, and I promise not to touch you. Tonight. Deal?" He gave a soft laugh and maneuvered them so that they were lying down next to each other. "Deal."

The man she wants is the one she must deceive. Seattle Steam Book 2 Christy Wallace may be a respectable Seattle Spanish teacher, but she s got a sultry side. She lets it come out to play during the summer, when she moonlights as a Salsa dancing instructor. Sexy, cowboy Adam wants more time with her than just a fleeting cup of coffee, but she makes it clear that if he wants her, he ll have to sign up for dance class. Amazingly enough, he does. And Christy finds herself falling for a charming country hick with hands as fast as his feet. Adam s no hick, though. He s the owner of Adam s Apples, the fastest-growing cider business in eastern Washington. To his own surprise, one night with her has him thinking in terms of forever. That is, until he walks into a restaurant for a family lunch and finds Christy on the arm of his brother. Is there a logical explanation? Or is something rotten in Seattle?"

There's a snowstorm barreling down on Seattle, and Heather's committed to being at her cousin's party on the other side of the mountains. When a sexy man from her past offers her a ride, she only briefly questions her sanity before accepting. Tony has never forgotten Heather, or their brief encounter at a party over the summer. Back then she was dating his co-worker, but now that's she single he's not about to let her walk out of his life again. If driving her over a mountain pass is what it'll take to win her over, he's sure as hell going to give it a try. Even with the temperature outside falling, it isn't long before things inside the car start heating up.

He's going to show this wedding crasher just how dirty the outdoors can be. Seattle Steam, Book 3 Allison Siegel is out to stop a wedding. With one of her best childhood friends about to marry a gold-digger, who wouldn't at least try to stage an intervention? Apparently, her other childhood bestie, Clint. The minute Allie grew out of her sneakers and into her curves, Clint's hormones went ballistic. But she had eyes only for Ken, so Clint made himself scarce, even after the relationship fizzled. Now she's back, looking better than ever—and hell-bent on sabotaging Ken's wedding. So Clint knows he needs to do whatever it takes to head her off at the pass. Kidnapped! Allison can't believe it. Now she's stuck in the Montana backwoods fending off nature's friends, and fighting a losing battle to resist Clint—the sexiest forest ranger on the planet. Clint has big plans for Allie. Not only will he convince a city girl that she needs to embrace her inner nature freak, but he's going to prove there's sparks flying in more places than just the campfire. Warning: This book contains a city girl out of her element, a forest ranger determined to keep her there, and a campfire seduction hot enough to melt more than just marshmallows. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. "This is ridiculous!" She stared out at the blur of trees as they sped down a deserted road. "Where are we going?" "Away," he answered ambiguously. "Away," she mimicked him. "We're going away? What the hell kind of answer is that?" "The only answer you're getting right now. And watch your mouth. I know your mom taught you better." "Didn't your mom teach you that kidnapping is a felony?" she shot back and slapped the window again. "If you break my window it's going to seriously piss me off, Allie." "Well, guess what? I'm already pissed." Slap. Her hand connected with the glass again and again. "Maybe you should have taken that into account when you abducted me, Clint." She nearly fell out of her seat as he swerved the car to the side of the road. Was he going to let her go? Leave her stuck on some random back road? Hell, she didn't care, she'd hike her way back to her car if she had to. He climbed out of the vehicle and came around her side, wrenching open the door. "Get out." Relief flooded through her. He was letting her go. Finally. She scooted out the door, making the jump down to the ground and smoothing her dress back down her thighs. "Well, it's about time you came to your senses—oh!" He jerked her hard against him, both of her wrists in one of his massive hands. "Maybe I didn't make myself clear," he murmured, his gaze full of determination and something else...something hot. Something that sent a jolt of heat straight from her stomach to between her legs. Her pulse quickened and she dragged in a shuddering breath, tugging at her hands. "Have you gone completely insane?" she whispered. "Maybe." His lips twisted, his gaze roving over her face. "Or maybe I'm just willing to go to any lengths to make sure you don't break up Kenneth's wedding." "I'm not..." She ran her tongue over her suddenly dry lips.