Triple Dare. Regina Kyle

      

      Lights. Camera.

      And a whole lotta action...

      Globe-trotting fashion photographer Ivy Nelson is home to help her family out of a jam. When she donates her services to a charity calendar, the last thing she expects is hunky firefighter—and object of all her hottest fantasies—Cade Hardesty to walk through the door. Cade is ready to get naked for a good cause, and the heat Ivy feels is anything but professional.

      When a sexy dare turns into a scorching kiss, they can’t help but give in to their desires. But Cade wants Ivy in his bed for more than one night. Can the hometown firefighter convince the photographer that her wanderlust should lead her into his arms for good, or will one of them run before they both get burned?

      “Anything else you want to practice?”

      “Just this.” She rose on tiptoe and brushed her lips across his mouth. She meant it to be a quick kiss. Sweet and gentle. Something to whet his appetite, give him a tantalizing taste of the woman she’d become.

      Leave him wanting more.

      But she hadn’t counted on the warmth of his mouth, the softness of his lips or the soapy clean, all-male scent of him tickling her nostrils and sending a current of desire through her body. She couldn’t be the only one feeling this electricity between them, could she?

      Ivy pressed against him and flicked his lips with her tongue, willing him to open up to her. With a primal moan he surrendered, parting his lips and bringing his hands around to cup her bottom. The movement brought her impossibly closer to him, fitting her soft curves to his hard lines.

      Oh. My. Bleeping. God. Seeing him in the G-string at the photo shoot hadn’t prepared her for the delicious pressure of his hard body. She relaxed into the kiss, letting the sensations left in the wake of his roaming hands overwhelm her...

      Dear Reader,

      Friends to lovers. Brother’s best friend. Ugly duckling turned swan. They’re three of my favorite romance tropes, and I loved mashing them up in Triple Dare, the third book in my The Art of Seduction series.

      Ivy Nelson has had a thing for Cade Hardesty, her twin brother Gabe’s best friend, since they ate paste together in kindergarten. But he never saw her as anything more than a friend. After years traveling the world as a successful photographer, she’s back in town—thirty pounds slimmer—to help run her family’s business while her father recovers from a heart attack.

      Sparks fly when firefighter Cade walks in to a photo session for a charity calendar and finds Ivy behind the camera. When a sexy dare forces them to spend time together, the sparks turn into a five-alarm fire. But will the flames die out when Ivy returns to her glamorous career? Or will she and Cade find a way to keep the home fires burning?

      This book is special to me because it includes my absolute favorite first line (and scene) I’ve written to date. Let me know if you agree! I love hearing from readers. You can find me on Facebook at facebook.com/ReginaKyleauthor and on Twitter at @Regina_Kyle1. Or sign up for my newsletter at reginakyle.com and get all the news about my upcoming releases firsthand.

      Up next: the youngest Nelson sibling, Noelle, gets her turn at bat. Appropriate, since it’s bad boy baseball player Jace Monroe who’s got her tied in knots.

      Until next time,

      Regina

      Triple Dare

      Regina Kyle

      

www.millsandboon.co.uk

      REGINA KYLE was destined to be an author when she won a story contest at age eight with a touching tale about a squirrel and a nut pie. By day, she composes dry legal briefs. At night, she writes steamy romance with heart and humor. A lover of all things theatrical, Regina lives with her husband, teenage daughter and two melodramatic cats. When she’s not writing, she’s usually singing, reading, cooking or watching bad reality television.

      This one’s for my peeps at CTRWA, especially my critique partner, Lisa Hayden, without whom my books would probably be all dialogue and no deep POV; my Obi-Wan, Jane Haertel; the plot vixens, Gail Chianese, Jamie Pope, Jamie Beck and our fearless leader, Heidi Ulrich; my sweet and sassy signing sister, Katy Lee; and my conference roomies, Melanie Meadors and Jen Moncuse. These intrepid ladies have cheered my successes and held my hand through the rough patches (or smacked me upside the head, if needed). They put up with my idiosyncrasies, my moodiness and, in some cases, my snoring. There is absolutely no doubt in my mind that I wouldn’t be in the position to write this dedication without them. I am eternally grateful for their support and, more importantly, their friendship.

      Contents

       Cover

       Back Cover Text

       Series Front Sales

      Dear Reader

       Title Page

       About the Author

       Dedication

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       Extract

       Copyright

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      “CADE ALEXANDER HARDESTY! Get your half-naked ass out here before I come back there and strip you myself!”

      Cade stared at the outfit in his hands. If you could call a red satin G-string an outfit. Did Ivy seriously expect him to wear this? He figured she’d photograph him in his turnout gear, maybe shirtless with his bunker pants unbuttoned and riding low on his hips. After all, the “Hunks of Burning Love” calendar was an annual institution, featuring Stockton’s finest firefighters in various states of undress, each year for a different charity. This time it was the local animal shelter, a cause he supported 100 percent.

      But a G-string? What the hell did she think he was, a Chippendales dancer?

      “I’ll