Handcuffs. A sexy stranger.
What did she do last night?
Med student Stella Holbrook just had the best night of her life meeting a hot, hunky firefighter, making out with him at the roller rink and then engaging in a whole lot of deliciously wicked behavior in a swank hotel room. Only, when she wakes up the next morning, she can’t remember a thing...
Owen Perkins has no idea how he ended up naked in a bathtub with Stella. All he knows is that while their minds are blank, their bodies definitely remember what happened. All they have to go on are cryptic notes they left for themselves. Piece by piece, they’ll uncover the truth about last night...one exquisitely sexy moment at a time!
“You’re looking at me like you want to touch me...”
Hell, Stella wanted to do a lot more than touch. In her mind, the image flashed of her fingers on the button of Owen’s jeans and working down the fly. A memory? No, more like wishful thinking. Because that was what she would have done last night. And after she’d slid the zipper down she would have shoved the soft material down his hips just far enough to free him. She’d lick his collarbone. Nip his skin with her teeth. Trail her tongue down his body until she reached his—
“Don’t do that,” he gritted out. “I’m doing everything I can to not lift you onto my shoulder, carry you into that bedroom and make up for what I don’t remember.”
“Owen, I—”
He squeezed his eyes shut. “Don’t say my name. You say it like a moan. Don’t look at me like you want my hands all over your body.” He gripped her shoulders and his gaze locked with hers. Hunger blazed in those hazel depths. Hunger for her.
“I want you. But not like this...”
I’ve done my fair share of odd things in the name of volunteering, from being dunked in ice-cold water to participating in a rum study. But never once have I woken up in handcuffs (yet)! Of course, a lot worse happens to Stella and Owen, but really, they only have themselves to blame.
I had a blast writing this story about this soon-to-be doctor and a smoke jumper, and it’s not because I had to look at a lot of pictures on the internet of sexy firemen doing their job. Although I’m truly humbled by the amazing work all first responders and our medical professionals take on every day at all hours. I loved writing the sizzling connection and unexpected attraction between Stella and Owen. They weren’t prepared for love, but had to adapt—stat!
It was also fun to catch up with Larissa and her long-term crush, Dr. Mitch Durant, as well as the other couple they send on a winding happily-ever-after path—Hayden Taylor and Anthony Garcia. If you’d like to read Hayden and Tony’s story, check out Naked Thrill.
I can be found hanging around my website, jillmonroe.com—handcuffs optional!
Best,
Jill
Naked Pursuit
Jill Monroe
JILL MONROE makes her home in Oklahoma with her family. When not writing, she spends way too much time on the internet completing “research” or updating her blog. Even when writing, she’s thinking of ways to avoid cooking.
As always, this book is dedicated to my family.
Thanks go to Gena Showalter, Candace Havens, Allison Kent, HelenKay Dimon, Stephanie Feagan, Wendy Duren and never last (except in this list) Kassia Krozser.
Special thanks to Deidre Knight and Adrienne Macintosh—you ladies rock!
Contents
“YOU CAN’T LEAVE,” Larissa Winston said as she gripped the wood molding lining the doorway, blocking the exit from the patient lounge into the lobby with her body.
Was she really doing this? When had jamming herself between the door and the hallway become part of her job description at PharmaTest?
Four faces stared back at her, each one reflecting a different response: wildness, humor, recklessness and utter disorder. None of which she’d seen in previous test subjects.
Under the watchful eye of the amazing Dr. Mitch Durant, the drug HB121 had been in clinical trials for nearly a year. Usually the test patients simply went to their bunks and quietly slept the night away. In the morning, Larissa would ask a few exit questions, take the subjects’ vitals and process the paperwork for payment. Easy-peasy.
There had never, not one time, ever been a patient revolt. Until now.
She manufactured a stern voice, a combination of the voices of her mother and that scary teacher she’d had in the second grade. “If you will all please return to the patient lounge,