Aisha licked her lips as she thought about how smooth and agile Patrick had been playing that dance game
He hadn’t lied at all. He certainly had moves. She wondered what other kind of moves he had, and she licked her lips again.
This time without any warning or announcement, Patrick swooped down and covered her lips with his. And this wasn’t one of those soft, fleeting brushes he’d been priming her up with. No, this was a long, savoring, enveloping kiss.
She opened to his demanding mouth and let her tongue taste what it really wanted to taste. Him. He pulled her off the sofa and onto his lap, continuing to devour her with his scalding-hot mouth. She had started something that he was clearly going to finish.
Aisha felt overwhelmed. She had never had a man be so attentive to her needs. She started to glimpse the gentle soul that was hiding behind the domineering persona and began to fear that she was already losing her heart to him. When Patrick kissed her again, she knew for sure that it was already gone.
GWYNETH BOLTON
was born and raised in Paterson, New Jersey. She currently lives in central New York with her husband, Cedric. When she was twelve years old she became an avid reader of romance by sneaking into her mother’s stash of Harlequin and Silhouette novels. In the ’90s she was introduced to African-American and multicultural romance novels and her life hasn’t been the same since.
Bolton has a BA and an MA in English/creative writing and a PhD in English/composition and rhetoric. She teaches classes in writing and women’s studies at the college level. She has won several awards for her romance novels, including five Emma Awards and a Romance in Color Reviewer’s Choice award for new author of the year. When she is not teaching or working on her own romance novels, she is curled up with a cup of herbal tea, a warm quilt and a good book. She can be reached via e-mail at [email protected], and readers can also visit her Web site, www.gwynethbolton.com.
Sizzling Seduction
Gwyneth Bolton
To the readers…
Thanks for writing me and telling me that you enjoyed the Hightowers. And thanks for helping to spread the word about the series. I appreciate you all very much. I am because you are. Thank you!
Dear Reader,
Thank you so much for your support of the Hightower Honors series. There are really no words to properly express how much your e-mails and notes have meant to me. I’m happy that so many of you have fallen in love with this family as much as I have. And for those readers who read the earlier novels and decided that Patrick Hightower was the one for them, here he is!
We all know Patrick was the president of the he-man woman-haters club. He is the oldest Hightower brother and the most resistant to love. So you know once love caught up to him, Cupid had to knock him off his feet hard and fast. Too bad he ends up falling for a woman just as resistant to falling in love as he had been!
Aisha Miller is the perfect woman for Patrick, but the divorced mother and kindergarten teacher refuses to acknowledge it. It’s up to Patrick to pull out all the stops and seduce the woman of his dreams right into his arms.
Sizzling Seduction is a slow-burning love story that steadily rises to an uncontrollable, passionate heat. It is a story about trust and learning to love again.
I hope you enjoy Patrick and Aisha’s story!
Gwyneth
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
First, I want to thank God for the many blessings in my life.
I’d also like to thank the following people because they were so instrumental in my getting the Hightower firemen right: Kristi Johnson, Wayne Rochette and Lieutenant Kent Young. All three of these people are part of that special team who help to protect and serve. Kristi, a volunteer EMT, and her partner Wayne Rochette, a volunteer firefighter, helped me to flesh out Joel Hightower’s motivation back when I wrote Make It Hot. My editor wanted me to dig deeper and really get into Joel’s head about why he loved being a firefighter. Kristi and Wayne provided the perfect insight! Kristi was then kind enough to bug Wayne one more time and they put me in contact with Lieutenant Kent Young of Fire Station Five in Syracuse. Lieutenant Young took time out of his busy schedule to talk to me about the job and give me a tour of the station. He also gave me the coolest coloring book they give to schoolchildren who visit the station. Syracuse Fire Department Presents Fire Safety with Helpful Hector the Smoke Detector and Buddy the Battery gave me the perfect inspiration for the initial meeting scene between Patrick and Aisha when she visits the fire station with her kindergarteners. Lieutenant Young’s comments and tour helped me to really flesh out what Patrick’s day might be like. Any mistakes or misrepresentations of the firefighting life are mine and mine alone.
Finally, I’d like to thank my family: my mother, Donna, my sisters Jennifer, Cassandra, Michelle and Tashina, my nieces Ashlee and Zaria, and my husband, Cedric.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Epilogue
Chapter 1
“Rise and shine, Dillon. Time to get up and get dressed for school. Regular oatmeal or cream of wheat?” Aisha Miller stood in the doorway of her ten-year-old son’s Spider-Man-decorated room and started their morning ritual. She knew that she would probably have to make at least one more trip back there before he dragged himself from bed.
He made an indistinguishable groaning sound, but he didn’t move.
“Dillon, don’t make me have to come in there. Get up. We don’t want to be late. I’m going to start the oatmeal. By the time it’s done and I come back here again, you better be washed up and getting dressed. Your clothes are on the chair.”
He made another groaning sound. But this time he moved and sat up, pulling the Spider-Man sheets from over his head. “Cap’n Crunch,” he uttered before flopping back down.
Instead of the bargaining-for-more-time-to-sleep battle he was starting with the bargaining-for-sweets-to-eat battle. Aisha grinned. Her son certainly kept her on her toes.
“Cream of wheat,” she countered.
He got up from bed and did a slow-dragging walk to the bathroom. “Corn Pops.”
“Umm…no…Oatmeal or cream of wheat?
He gave a resigned sigh. “Cream of wheat.”
“Okay, get washed up and dressed. We need to be out the door before seven-thirty. I’m taking my morning class on a trip to the fire station today and I need to get to school a little early in order to handle some paperwork. Paperwork that needs to be turned in to Principal Gibson today. So stop dragging those little feet and let’s get rolling.”
He groaned