Hot for You - games for two

'Hot for You' is a lot of sexy romantic fun. Naughty all the way - like Fifty Shades of Grey.

She’s made him an offer he can’t refuse – or can he? Cody Mitchell has been planning a hot little love affair with his best friend’s widow – the woman he’s wanted for three long years. But he finds Melanie’s acceptance comes with outrageous conditions. She considers him only a stallion with suitable bloodlines to provide her with children.  Cody had a no-strings, no-kids fling in mind, but Mel wants his DNA every bit as much as she wants his desirable body. Who’ll win this battle of the bedroom – the handsome pilot or the feisty airline heiress?

WARNING: Hot pilot, willing widow, very high stakes.

Now with 'Ravishing Rose' free at the end.

5.0 out of 5 stars  "Holy heat, Batman!" By Texas  When Kris Pearson promises heat she delivers! This novella will cause your Kindle to smoke. Young widow wants children and she wants them from her late husband's best mate. He wants her body, but not kids. Can she change his mind? Buy this and find out. I was provided with a copy of this book in exchange for a honest review. I have read several of Pearson's Wellington series. They're all good.

 

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CHAPTER ONE—A PROPOSITION

“I’ll make you a deal,” Melanie Kennedy Anderson said, leaning a little further toward her chief pilot, Cody Mitchell. Red-hot hormones, huge longing, and total honesty combined to give her courage. “Would you consider giving me two of your children in return for part of my airline?”

Cody’s dark brown eyes lost their sleepy warmth and shot wide open. He flinched but managed not to fall off his chair. “Dammit Mel, you don’t make jokes like that to a guy!”

Melanie’s direct gaze never left his. “Two healthy babies in the next three years,” she clarified, with only the slightest quaver in her voice. “We could start work on the project tonight.”

Cody continued to sit, ankle over knee, tumbler of Scotch in hand, speechless for at least the next twenty seconds. His eyes stayed locked with hers. His lips parted as though he might say something, but there was nothing further. The acrid smell of aviation fuel drifted through the open windows, and the blinds of the CustomAir depot slapped against the frames in the freshening breeze.

Mel’s bravado began to slide away. Was he even going to answer? “Well?” she asked after the silence had grown too long. “I’m serious, Cody, I’ll be thirty-four on Monday. Rob and I never managed any kids. Such a pity—he would have been a great dad. I need to get going on my family before my biological clock runs down too far.”

She absolutely needed him to help. Him and no-one else. His combination of looks, health, and intelligence would make beautiful children. And it didn’t hurt that nobody had ever turned her on so fast, and made her want so fiercely.

Cody gulped a large mouthful of his remaining drink, still looking astounded by her very direct proposition.

Mel saw his throat constrict as he swallowed. How long had she wanted to touch him just there? Right by his loosened collar, where his skin would be warm and smooth...

“I don’t want another husband,” she continued, dredging up a mite more confidence from heaven only knew where. “Just a good looking potent man willing to make me pregnant a couple of times. I’ve chosen you.”

Her heart pounded behind her ribs, and butterflies fluttered their soft wings in her belly. She breathed out slowly and carefully, trying to sound assured and casual, but inside she was a mass of pulsing nerves. Would he accept? For sure he wouldn’t have seen her offer coming. Not today anyway. Not on a regular old workday, like so many others they’d shared.

For the past six months, they’d always had a late Friday afternoon meeting in her office while they reviewed the week’s business and planned ahead.

This wasn’t business.

Well, not normal business—that was for certain.

Cody coughed and cleared his throat, looking as though too much Scotch had rushed down.

There’d been flickering heat between them since the moment they’d met, but she’d been Rob’s wife—his best friend’s wife—and therefore way off limits to him. However much he might have been tempted by her, it was ‘hands off’ because a man just didn’t do that to a mate.

Or ‘clear off’—because Rob would have given him a one-way ticket out of the company if he’d suspected even a hint of attraction between them.

She knew that Cody had had no reason to risk losing the job, or risk losing his friendship with Rob.

But Rob was gone, and finally Mel dared to dangle the ultimate temptation in front of him. She hoped his body had lit with anticipation. That heat prickled through him, fogging his brain until all he registered was her. She saw his breathing had deepened, and a pulse slammed on the side of his neck.

And surely his blood had rushed south, because he’d moved on his chair, uncrossed his long legs and leaned forward, elbows on knees as though he was hiding what she wanted so much.

Her eyes slid to the near empty crystal tumbler he rocked to and fro like a frantic pendulum. Giveaway, Cody! So she knew he wanted her, was ready for her. Now she just had to push a little harder.

He grabbed a deep breath and braved her direct gaze again. “I’m not ideal father material, Mel. I like my independence. I’ve never wanted to be tied down. Enjoy my freedom too much... and so on...” He trailed off as she started to smile.

“I know that Cody, so you’re perfect. It’s not you I want—it’s your children. With your looks and spirit. Your intelligence and good health.”

She saw the hot wash of confusion engulfing him. Would he be offended she didn’t want him, or relieved she found him perfect?

She settled back into her leather swivel chair, feigning indifference. She’d long ago decided he’d be a top quality sire but a hopeless husband. Rob had often boasted of Cody’s conquests, laughingly reporting on new girlfriends as they came and inevitably went.

Mel had no intention of joining that queue. She’d watched her mother trying to cope with her feckless father for years on end. Seen Cynthia slowly build herself a separate life once she realised she wasn’t wanted in his.

Maybe Rob had been as bad on those ‘boys’ weekends’ he and Cody and a couple of others had sometimes shared? Mel didn’t want to know, but after the example her father had set she wouldn’t be surprised.

“Just a private arrangement,” she continued, trying to sound neutral. “Your stud service—for as long as I need it. And then you get your reward. I do realise I’m asking a lot, so I’m willing to offer quite a lot in return. I’ll share my four planes, the airline’s good reputation, and all the ancillary stuff with you. Maybe twenty percent?”

She held her breath.

“For a couple of sperm?” he finally croaked.

Was he blushing? She couldn’t decide. Cody’s naturally olive skin already had a summer tan, but he looked amazingly uncomfortable. His eyes had darkened with shock, and he breathed as hard as if he’d just sprinted a mile.

“Probably for billions of them. Unless you can sort out the pair with the good looks and sharp brains on our first go-round.” She added what she hoped was a cheeky grin to soften her rather basic description.

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The story behind the book

This one had a really strange birth. My author friend Bronwen Evans encouraged some of us to enter a Kensington Brava writing contest several years ago. “Come on girls – only twenty pages,” or whatever it was. I’d had a rather sweet story in mind about a woman who wanted children and lost her husband at the crucial time, so I wrote twenty pages of that and sent it off. I found out far too late they’d be looking for something much more erotic, but… well… woman wanting children obviously needed someone to make love with. Hmmm… maybe the initial judges might see it had potential. Fired up by this idea I ripped into the rest of it.

Right at that moment, my lovely mother died. She was quite elderly, but losing your mum alters you. Apart from anything else, the gracious lady who’d famously said ‘people don’t want to read about sex, dear,’ was gone. In a weird way, that set me free to write this book and make it plenty sexy.

Just in case the contest judges wanted more, I gave them more. By the time they’d decided on the finalists, I had the whole story finished. Of course from my first sweet twenty pages I didn’t final!

However, a book is a flexible thing. I re-wrote the start to tie it much better to the rest, and then had no idea what to do with it. Send it to an erotic publisher? No – not really my thing, so it sat in the computer for a while until I decided I’d put it up on Amazon and see what happened. As it was so different to anything I’d written before, it appeared under a different author name.

It’s a bind being two people. It’s hard enough to promote as one. I let the book languish, although a few people found it by accident and it got some enthusiastic reviews.

In the end I unpublished it, rewrote it much more in line with my other books, and republished it as ‘Hot for You’. Hotter than my other books for sure, but really just a super-passionate romance. I hope you enjoy it.

Oriental Bay in Wellington (named after one of the early sailing ships which brought settlers here.) Melanie lives high on this hill, and the steep road you can just see at the base of the shot is where Cody drove the Porsche. The lights on the cover are the view across to the CBD.

 The collage

I always make a collage when I start writing a book. It gets me immediately into the atmosphere of the story - in this case hot, glamorous, and affectionate!

Collage - Hot for You - Kris Pearson