The mascot of my high school was the Lumberjacks. Later alumni purchased a statue of a hunky lumberjack posing with axe in his large hands, muscles bulging, to stand in the front courtyard. He inspired many wayward thoughts in our teenage minds back then.
After all... who doesn't love a hot lumberjack?
I live in the woods and dream one up on occasion.
Logging manager Matt Shaw is wary when Kayla Edwards, the owner of Mountain Specialty Spices, hires his firm to harvest timber on her Appalachian property. It's a place he knows better than the back of his calloused hand—it's his family's old homestead, lost years ago in a painful foreclosure. He's hauled himself up from dirt-floor poor since then, and resolves to stay professional…but Kayla's vivacious beauty makes it hard to focus on his job.
Home. That's how army-brat-turned-foodie Kayla feels about her new mountain hideaway. What's more, the hottest lumberjack ever to swing an axe has agreed to manage her timber crop and get the old maple syrup operations back on tap. Matt's ruggedly sexy ways and passion for the land have her falling hard.
The heat between them grows wild…until Kayla discovers that Matt hasn't been up front with her. She feels devastated and, worst of all, used. How can Matt prove it's her he wants and not her land?
She smelled of sharp spices, fresh pine and sun-warmed woman. His stomach clenched with a hunger that had little to do with food. Every masculine instinct he had screamed to drop his head and kiss her, to push her back against that hickory and show her a hardwood of a different variety.
“Lumberjacks are sexy as hell, know that?”
Heat brewed between them. Heat he couldn’t return out of self-preservation.
“I’m not a lumberjack, I’m a forester.”
Her fingers lifted, tracing along his upper arm, and he fought the urge to tighten his biceps. “What’s the difference?”
Matt gritted his teeth. “About a hundred years.”
Kayla moved in. Full breasts pressed into his chest, and her hands dropped to his waist. She circled her hips and his erection leaped. Her tongue touched her lip again. “Hmm, how much does wood grow in a hundred years?”
Lust tightened, drew hard inside him until the only thing he could feel was his dick throbbing in his pants. He wanted her naked and under him, now. His feet moved without thought, forcing her back until her spine hit the hickory, his free hand curling around her hip.
A soft gasp escaped her but her hands flew to his shoulders. Dark pupils wide and shining, Kayla stared, tilting her chin up to offer him her mouth. Her kiss was his for the taking. He lowered his head, his lips a mere fraction of an inch from hers.
“Kayla.” He swallowed his groan. “I can’t.”
Book 1 in the Country Roads Series
November 25, 2013 - Carina Press