Summer Heat (Wyoming Fever Book 2) Elizabeth Lennox (read dune TXT) 📖

Sage blinked, not sure if he really meant it.  “Are you asking me because of the adrenaline of today?”

“No,” he replied.  “I’ve been in love with you for months.”  He pulled her close again.  “I’m sorry that it’s taken this crisis for us to realize how we feel about each other, but I’m not letting you go, Sage.”

She beamed, warmed by his words.  “Yes.”

He froze.  “Yes, what?”

“Yes.  I’ll marry you.”

He let his head fall back as he closed his eyes.  “Thank goodness!” he sighed. Looking down at her, he explained, “I don’t have a ring yet.  I wish this were more official, but I’ll get a ring tomorrow.”

She shook her head. “I don’t need a ring, Arik.  I just need you.”

He grinned, then lowered his head to kiss her.  After several moments, he pause and lifted his head.  “I have another question.”

“What’s that?”

“Why the hell is my sofa in the middle of my living room?”

She grinned mischievously, leaning into him as she tightened her grip around his lean waist.  “Because you left me and Jade here all alone while you and Simon got to play hero.”

He grunted and she felt him nod.  “Is that why you drank all the beer?”

“Of course!”

He laughed.  “Fair enough.  I guess I better learn not to leave you out of things, huh?”

She smiled happily at him.  “I’m glad that you’re such a fast learner.”

Message from Elizabeth:

So how was it?  Did you like this story?  The opening scene was based off of the time when my daughter sucked up a spider in her vacuum cleaner.  The spider didn’t die and she left the vacuum cleaner out on her apartment balcony for three weeks!  I laughed so hard at that story, I just knew that I’d have to share it with you ladies. 

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Keep scrolling for a sneak preview of “Fall into Love” – Dean and Sylvie’s story!  I added several wonderful pranks into this story!  I hope that you enjoy it!

Excerpt to “Fall into Love”

Release Date: May 28, 2021

Get Dean and Sylvie’s Story HERE!

Only forty mile per hour winds.

Even more exciting than the lack of the sometimes insane, Wyoming winds, her neighbor wasn’t home!  An excellent day to garden!  Sylvie grinned as she grabbed her gardening gloves and her bucket of garden tools, almost skipping out of her house.  As soon as she pulled the front door open, she felt a gust of wind.  Bracing the door, she pulled it closed and moved outside.

“Oh, you lovely ladies are getting a haircut!” she told her bushes.  Another gust of wind blew her hair into her eyes and she laughed.  “Okay, maybe not today.”  She leaned in closer.  “I don’t want to have to collect all your bits and pieces from you-know-who’s yard!”

“Who the hell are you talking to?” a deep, gravelly voice demanded.

Sylvie yelped and spun around.

Sure enough, the man who shouldn’t be here was standing a mere five feet away.

“But…!” she gasped in horror, Sylvie’s eyes frantically moving from his tee shirt covered muscles to the empty driveway where his obnoxiously large pickup truck was normally parked.  “You’re supposed to be gone!”

Dean Gibson…Detective Dean Gibson, crossed massive arms over an equally massive chest and looked down his nose at her.  It wasn’t that he was a snob, Sylvie thought.  It was merely that he was so tall. Well over six feet tall.  Something like three inches over six feet compared to her height that was barely three inches over five feet.  So yeah, when he looked at her, it felt as if he were looking “down” at her because…well, he was.  Darn it.

“I am?” he asked, interrupting Sylvie’s perusal of his impressively muscular arms.  Seriously, what was the point of having muscles that big?  It seemed a bit…excessive!

She lifted her own, less-muscular arm, gesturing floppily with her gardening gloves towards his empty driveway.  “Your truck!  It’s not there!”  Her eyebrows lowered with accusation.  “That means that you’re not home!”

The man’s coal black eyebrows perfectly matched his coal black hair, indicating a touch of Native American ancestry in his bloodline.  The startling blue eyes contrasted against the darkness of his hair and…well, his body.  Which was gloriously tan and… overly muscled.  But Sylvie had already mentioned that.  In her head.  Not in her dreams.  No, this man hadn’t been in her dreams last night.  Maybe the night before.  But he was just as obnoxious in her dreams as he was in real life, which is why she only came out to garden when she knew that he wasn’t around.

The dismissive shrug of one broad shoulder pulled her thoughts away from her dreams and back to his muscles.  “A friend borrowed it to move something today.”

Sylvie blinked up at him, then at his empty driveway.  Clenching her teeth, she turned and grabbed her gardening bucket.  “I’ll work in the backyard today then.”

His laugh stopped her and she turned, ready to lambast him with her fury.

“Sylvie, there’s no reason for you to change your plans just because I’m here.  Do what you were going to do.”

She shook her head, refusing to allow her gaze to drop to his biceps again.  She sighed impatiently.  “No, that’s not going to work for