© 2009 Pam Champagne
Framed and on the run, FBI agent Joe “Hawk” Hawkins has only one chance to clear his name: hit the road for Eagle, Alaska. Things can’t get much worse, until a woman from his past steps into his path. Sophie’s a brilliant statistician, pissed off about their disastrous one night stand—and offering him a deal.
This is Sophie’s first field assignment, and the fact that it involves Hawk doesn’t make it any easier. She’s never forgotten or forgiven the night Hawk found his way to her bed and left her wanting more. Now she’s on a double mission to make Hawk finish what he started, and get them both to Eagle alive.
The long Alaska Highway stretches before them, and long nights of sexual fireworks that rival the Northern Lights. Caution turns to trust, and then to a love neither of them bargained for.
With two rogue agents in hot pursuit, though, the end of the road may be closer than they think…
Enjoy the following excerpt for Alaskan Heat:
Sophie forced a casual smile even though her body thrummed with the need to leap on Hawk. She didn’t want foreplay. Already the insides of her thighs were wet and sticky. She cleared her throat and reached for the robe hanging on the outside hook of the bathroom door. “Sounds tempting. As soon as I get back.”
The man of her dreams sat up and bumped his skull again. “Damn it,” he muttered. “Where are you going?”
Two steps brought her to the door. “To put Rueger in the cab for the night. Be right back.”
Once outside, Sophie breathed in the nippy air. More than likely there’d be a frost tomorrow morning. Unlocking the truck, she fished around the seat until her hand curled around her cell. The hard, packed gravel hid the sound of her footsteps as she sprinted toward the woods. As soon as she’d run far enough for privacy, she punched five on the speed dial.
“Clements here.”
“It’s Sophie.”
“Sophie, why haven’t you called? I told you—”
“Be quiet and listen. I only have a minute. Hawk’s with me. Call off your hounds.”
“What hounds?” Stan’s confusion sent a shard of fear through her.
She gripped the slim cell hard enough to break it. “Some feds stayed on our tail for several miles. I turned into a picnic area and they sped by.”
“Damn it. Has to be Blair and Reed. I had to put them on administrative leave, but I can’t restrict their movements. They’re on to us.”
“Isn’t this what you wanted?”
“Not this far from Eagle.”
Sophie whirled. The camper rocked. “Got to go.” She disconnected and slipped the phone in her robe pocket, making sure to shut if off in case Stan decided to call back. She whistled for Rueger and jogged back to the truck. “Up.” Once he jumped inside, she slammed and locked the door. Taking a deep breath, she prepared to face Hawk’s inquisition.
“Where the hell have you been?” he demanded the moment she stepped inside. He stood buck naked at the side of the bed.
More moisture lubed her thighs.
“Who’d you call?” He held up his hand. “No lies. I heard you talking.”
Christ. The man must have the ears of a wild animal. “Stan. Those weren’t his men following us.”
“Damn! Blair and Reed then.”
“Isn’t this what you wanted? A confrontation?”
Her lower belly cramped at Hawk’s face tight with lust.
“Sure is,” he purred. “But at a place and time of my choosing. There’s not much they’ll try tonight so close to the highway. You and I have unfinished business. I always pay my debts.”
Sophie trembled, imagining the pleasure she’d discover in Hawk’s bed tonight. Ever since she’d met Hawk, she’d waited for this moment. She wanted everything to be perfect. As she wiggled out of her robe, the fleece material slipped off her shoulders to pool at her feet. If only she owned a sexy, silk negligee.
Several moments passed before she realized Hawk wouldn’t make the first move. At least he’d given her the opportunity to change her mind. As if that would happen. She closed the short distance and stepped into his open arms. “This is only the first installment, you know. I’ll let you know when I’m totally satisfied.”