All Chapters of HER EVERY FANTASY : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Done!" Leonard readily agreed, grinning his head off. No problem in his mind.Collins relaxed. Let tonight take care of itself, he thought, having dealt himself a ready bolthole. __________A blind date... Jasmine Leclaire gave her sister a look designed to kill the idea on the spot. Stone dead. This weekend with Favour was a much needed time out from men— one in particular—and even being polite to any male at the moment would be an effort she didn't want to make. The look didn't work. It spurred Favour into attack mode, eyes flashing the light of battle."You know your problem, jasmine?" she began. "You've been so fixated on Robert for so long, that you've developed tunnel vision. You can't even see other men could be more attractive. And a lot better for you, too." So find me one, jasmine thought derisively, having done her own looking each time Robert had strayed, then forgiving him and taking him back because there simply wasn't anyone else she wanted to be with. Compared to

Well, Jasmine, strut your stuff, he silently challenged as a long rippling mane of very lustrous brown hair rose from the driver's side, the kind of hair that would look good on a pillow. Feel good, too. A tingle of temptation touched his fingertips. He clenched his hands to wipe it away. This was not the lime to let a woman get to him. So she had great hair. No big deal.... The workings of the brain under it probably had no appeal at all.She turned to close the door and lock the car. Collins attention was galvanised. Leonard hadn't lied. He hadn't even exaggerated. Jasmine Leclaire was a stunner. Helen of Troycame to mind. Here was a face that could definitely launch a thousand ships. It seemed to simmer with sexual promise, aided by the erotic positioning of a deep pink flower over her right ear. The tingle in his fingertips moved to his groin and there was nothing physical he could do to remove it. He tried willing it away. Impossible mission. She moved to the back of the car t

He paused to consider. His eyes beamed a speculative challenge as he answered, "Whatever two strangers want to make of it." "'Without a tomorrow." jasmine asked. "Tomorrow I'm gone." he replied. Well, that was laying it on the line. No future with Collins Templeton. Not that she had had time to even think of one or consider whether it might be desirable."Then I'll just take this one night experience with the man behind the name," she countered, pride insisting that his schedule did not affect her expectations from this blind date, which had been zero before she met him anyway. Sexual invitation simmered back at her. "I wonder if you will." She hadn't meant a one-night stand. Another wretched blush goaded her into being uncharacteristically provocative. "You win some. You lose some." It was a warning for him not to assume anything. He grinned. "The game is afoot. And you can't cut and run because your sister is watching and she'll kill you if you do." He laughed, trying to lig

He made it sound intensely sensual, made her feel intensely sensual. She took refuge in sipping coffee again, trying not to wonder just how elemental he was and how he would look as nature had fashioned him.The open-necked shirt had been tantalising her all throughout dinner, giving her a glimpse of tight black curls arrowing down his chest. His forearms weren't hairy, their darkly tanned skin gleaming like oiled teak. She imagined his whole body would be mainly like that with a sprinkle of black springy curls in the most masculine places. The desire to know, to touch, conflicted terribly with the sensible course of simply wishing him well and waving him goodbye. He wasn't going to be in her life.Except for this one night.Leonard paid the restaurant bill, insisting it was his party treat for Favour. Everyone had drank their coffee, it was time to go. Nervous tension gripped Jasmine as Collins moved to hold her chair back for an easy rise from the table. She looked at the full moon

There was no struggle over any sense of right or wrong in his conscience. It was full steam ahead for Collins Templeton. And maybe that was part of his strength, part of his overwhelming attraction. He knew what he wanted and went after it with single-minded purpose.They turned right at the end of Crystal Street. The car climbed a steep hill—the head land—went over it and down the other side, turning sharp left and coming to a halt in a large dead-end parking circle that wasclosed in by a nature reserve, a thick belt of trees and bushes cutting off any sight of the ocean.Shadows from overhanging foliage put them in a pool of darkness.There were no other vehicles here. The sense of being very much alone with Collins Templeton sent a quiver of apprehension down Jasmine's spine. Was she mad to do this? Was she?Then he was opening the passenger door, drawing her out of the car and into an embrace that shot a flood of positive responses through her body, swamping any chilling fears. He