Too Close For Comfort. Colleen Collins

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      “You’re getting awfully stressed, Jeffrey.”

      Cyd took his hand and squeezed. “I know just the antidote.” The moment she’d been waiting for. The chance to take his mind off business.

      Jeffrey pulled his hand from hers and started pacing. “You don’t understand. This could make my career.”

      While he walked away from her, she quickly doffed her robe. And when he turned around…Honestly, she’d never seen a man stare at her like that. His eyes were shiny, focused right on her.

      She placed her hands behind her head, the way she’d seen a pinup poster girl do. For extra effect, Cyd thrust out one hip.

      Jeffrey’s hot gaze traveled along her arms, down to that thrust-out hip, then back.

      “What are you doing?” he said in a choked voice.

      “Taking a hot bath. You should, too. It’s the perfect way to relax,” she answered, trying to sound coy and suggestive. She swiveled ever so slowly and walked toward the tub, hoping that he’d follow her.

      And the squeak in the floorboard told her he was doing just that.

      Dear Reader,

      Too Close for Comfort and its sequel, Too Close To Call, Temptation #940 by Barbara Dunlop, are the result of a brainstorming session where Barbara and I gleefully latched on to the idea of a “Parent Trap for adults” story. Two guys from totally different backgrounds—one’s a rugged Alaskan, the other a sophisticated big-city executive—discover they’re twins and, as a last-stop ploy to ensure the success of a major business venture, swap places.

      In my book, Jeffrey Bradshaw, senior executive for Argonaut Studios in Los Angeles, takes a trip to a remote region of Alaska to research the location for a TV series…and gets stuck there! Think James Bond stuck in Fargo. No martinis, no five-star hotels…But Jeffrey’s greatest challenge is matching wits with a feisty, wild-hearted bush pilot named Cyd Thompson who’s more woman than Jeffrey has ever handled. Hey, when it gets too close for comfort, maybe the best thing to do is just get closer….

      To read about my upcoming books, as well as enter contest for prizes, please visit my Web site at http://www.colleencollins.net.

      Happy reading,

      Colleen Collins

      Books by Colleen Collins

      HARLEQUIN TEMPTATION

      867—JOYRIDE

      899—TONGUE-TIED

      913—LIGHTNING STRIKES

      HARLEQUIN DUETS

      10—MARRIED AFTER BREAKFAST

      22—ROUGH AND RUGGED

      30—IN BED WITH THE PIRATE

      39—SHE’S GOT MAIL!

      107—LET IT BREE CAN’T BUY ME LOUIE

      Too Close for Comfort

      Colleen Collins

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

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      To Barbara Dunlop, who made brainstorming this series too much fun!

      Acknowledgments:

      Special thank-yous to Jay Kelley, Fly Alaska, who walked (flew?) me through the world of being a bush pilot in Alaska; Sara “the Stove Princess” at the Good Time Stove Company for educating me about oil stoves; Matt Carolan for letting me pick his brain about life in the Alaskan interior; and Shaun for the writing cheers during deadline.

      Contents

       Chapter 1

       Chapter 2

       Chapter 3

       Chapter 4

       Chapter 5

       Chapter 6

       Chapter 7

       Chapter 8

       Chapter 9

       Chapter 10

       Chapter 11

       Chapter 12

      1

      JEFFREY BRADSHAW STEPPED FROM the mind-numbing outdoors into the heated reception area, glad his breaths no longer emitted clouds of vapor. He flicked his wrist and checked his Rolex. Almost 4:00 p.m. He looked up. No monitors to announce if his four o’clock flight was on time. And if he glanced out the window outside, no commuter planes on the tarmac. Jeffrey looked around at the Alpine “Airport,” which consisted of a pop machine, an assortment of chairs and a counter. He headed toward the latter, pounding his hands together and wishing to hell it would stun the blood to start pumping again. So this was autumn in Alaska. Frozen land. Frigid air. What I’d give for a hot tub, a hot toddy and a very, very СКАЧАТЬ