A Little Taste

Thought I’d give you a little taste of Alaska Heat. To see even more, go to Snippets.

“Hey, this looks great.” The screen door slammed behind Sam. “Molly’s sure getting her money’s worth.”

Emily turned toward him and burst out laughing. “What in the world happened to you?” The man was covered in so much dirt, he looked as if he’d been rolling down hill all morning.

“Being used as slave labor. Remind me to never agree to help that woman again,” he said as he began dusting himself off.

“Hey! Stop that! I just swept that floor,” she cried. Her first instinct was to shove him out of her clean room, but stopped herself. He’d probably protest — the end result being even more of his dirt on her floor.

“You don’t look so clean yourself, sugar.” He closed the space between them and began flipping cobwebs out of her hair.

“Sam —” His intimate touch turned her legs to jelly. Then he reached up to wipe dirt from her nose, right before he gripped her chin and raised her face to his. He lowered his gaze to her lips. Cotton balls formed in her mouth. She licked her lips. Her eyelids began to drift closed.

“What’s keeping you?” Molly called from outside the door. “I’m ready for lunch so get a move on!”

“Damn it.” He pulled back, releasing her. His gaze continued to hold hers a moment longer, almost as a promise. “Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you chow’s on,” he said in a husky voice.

Reeling, Emily couldn’t seem to make her legs move.

“Come on, Cinderella.” Grinning, Sam took her arm and tugged her in the direction of the back door. “Molly’s got everything set up, so we’d better go. If we wait much longer, she’ll be in here looking for us. And trust me — she’s in worse shape than I am.”

The thought of even more dirt being tracked into the room was enough to put Emily in motion as she discretely pulled out of his grip, heading for the door. She needed some distance between them before she did something truly stupid.

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About Linda Trout

I'm a retired accountant who loves a little space around me. What better way to think of new story ideas than under a tall tree, birds chirping, gofers digging, dogs barking, and cats demanding to be in your lap? When I'm totally bored, I climb on my Harley and go for a ride. That'll blow the cobwebs out of your brain.
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2 Responses to A Little Taste

  1. Julie says:

    Loved it! Lots of … heat! 🙂

    Is this one of your published works or one you’re submitting right now?

    Also, just in case I didn’t say it before, I’m SO happy your beloved dog was found safe and sound.

    • Linda says:

      Thanks, Julie! Sorry to say this isn’t published. Yet. I never polished it after I wrote it, moving on to something else. But I’m polishing it now and hopefully will have it in front of an editor soon.

      Also, thanks for your comment about our missing Mandy. We keep an eagle eye on her now and keep the gate practically padlocked when they’re in the yard. LOL

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