DANGEROUS FLIRTATION                                                                                               Vintage eBook

 

 

 

 
 

Rose has her life all mapped out. A job she loves, a thoughtful, reliable fiancé. Everything is just perfect until a stranger with laughing blue eyes and a roguish grin bursts into her life and turns her life upside down with a birthday kiss.

 

Jack Drayton offers romance, excitement and passion – and he challenges her to accept. Dare she?

 

 

 

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What people are saying ...

 

"I loved these two! The banter between Rosie and Jack is delightful and had me chuckling. Both are stubborn and after some heartache find their HEA."

 

4* review on Amazon

 

 

"...I am talking some seriously dangerous passion that invokes a lot more that simply flirtation. The characters were strong, independent, and so much fun to read about. I loved seeing  how Jack draws Holly out of her "don't touch or I will break" covering and lets loose the woman behind the business suit." 

 

Contemporary Romance Reviews
 

"DANGEROUS FLIRTATION is an amazing romance. I love Liz Fielding's books and her master story telling always makes me lose myself in the story."

 

Nas Dean

 

"I love Liz fielding's books. They are always a little quirky and different for category romance. This one was no exception with a feisty, fun heroine and a fascinating hero. Great for a nice, short entertaining read."

 

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taste test...

ROSALIND Parry pushed the tenancy agreement away and sat back in her chair. She felt restless, all at odds with herself and checking the clauses of the agreement suddenly seemed a very tedious way to be spending her birthday. She picked up the expensive card that stood on her desk and read the message once more. “To Rosalind, best wishes for a happy birthday, Anthony.” Not the world’s most romantic message. But then Anthony was not the world’s most romantic man.

She shook herself. What on earth was she thinking? Indulging in a fit of self-pity because the man in her life hadn’t rushed in this morning, kissed her silly and given her a bunch of roses? The thought of Anthony doing anything so unrestrained raised a truant smile that she quickly retrieved with a tiny stab of guilt. He would never do anything so ridiculous. That was one of things she liked most about him. Her father had been the one for grand gestures, expensive impulses, an excess of emotion and look where that had led. She replaced the card, very carefully. That wasn’t for her. She liked everything just the way it was. Romance was for fools. Anthony might not bring her roses, but she knew he would always be there when she needed him. That was worth a ton of roses.

She picked up the document and tried to concentrate, but the words danced around the page and refused to make sense. It wasn’t as if he had forgotten her birthday, she reminded herself and glanced again at the card that had been waiting for her this morning. Knowing he would be out of the office most of the day, he had taken the trouble to leave his card on her desk last night so that she would find it first thing this morning. The sort of thoughtful gesture that she appreciated. And they were going to a concert this evening. She sighed a little. If she was brutally honest with herself, it was the thought of the concert that was depressing her. She enjoyed classical music, not quite with Anthony’s earnestness it was true, but tonight it was Shostakovich. She would try to enjoy it for his sake, but it wouldn’t be easy.

At least the choice of restaurant had been left to her. He’d pulled a face when she had suggested the new French restaurant in the town centre and she had almost lost her nerve at his puzzled, ‘Are you quite sure?’ But then he had shrugged and smiled a little and said that she should be indulged since it was her birthday.

And she was almost certain that tonight he would suggest they set a date for the wedding.

A sudden quietness in the office dragged her thoughts back to her immediate surroundings. She abandoned her attempt to concentrate on the document in front of her as she realised there was someone standing at her desk. Someone dressed in a pair of well-worn denims that at her eye level stretched tightly across a pair of arrogant hips. For a moment her gaze was fixed there then, the faintest flush warming her cheeks, she forced herself to look up. Slowly.

His black t-shirt clung to a sculptured chest and broad shoulders. Above the tanned column of his neck she encountered a dangerously square jaw and a mouth that she’d once seen on a Greek statue. Eons later, she found herself looking into a pair of eyes so blue that they might have been plucked from the summer sky.

 ‘Yes?’ she asked, hoarsely, cleared her throat and tried again. ‘Can I help you?’

He smiled slowly, strong white teeth sparkling against that sensuous mouth. It was only then, as he lifted the instrument to his lips, that she saw the saxophone in his hand. She gasped as the first notes of music whispered into the waiting silence of the office. She had heard the simple tune a thousand times, sung at numberless birthday parties, but never played like this.

Strong fingers teased the keys, tormenting the mellow sound that spiralled upwards, soaring dangerously higher and higher until Rose caught her breath on a top note held endlessly, balancing on the razor-edge of destruction. When she thought the sound must shatter and destroy them all, the musician, the instrument, the stunned listeners, it slid back into the depths along a slow, beautiful scale that subsided into a note so blue that she could have cried. The tune had been taken apart by a master and put back together again, then left for lesser mortals to make of it what they would.

While she sat, weak to the bone, he leaned across her desk and removed the dark-rimmed spectacles from her nose and dropped them on the desk, regarding her with the slightest frown. For a moment nothing happened. Then, without warning he captured the back of her head in one strong hand and bent to kiss her. His mouth moved over hers as sweet as his music, heart-breaking as the blues and she loved every minute of it.

 ‘Rosalind!’

She jumped at the sound of her name and their lips parted. For a moment the stranger continued to hold her, his face inches from her own. ‘Happy birthday, Rosie Parry,’ he murmured.       

 

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From the book DANGEROUS FLIRTATION by Liz Fielding

ASIN: B00A2QSNNS

(C) Classic Romance 2012