RUSSIAN HEAT is book 7 in Lily Harlem’s popular HOT ICE series. These books are all fine as standalone reads, though if you read them in order, you’ll enjoy a couple of cameos from previous heroes and heroines. This is the first of the books to head to Russia for some skating and some sexy action. Keep reading to enjoy an excerpt.
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One night stands should be exactly that, one wild night. Somebody should tell that to the sexy Russian.
I love working for an airline and traveling the world—it’s everything I’d ever hoped and more. I work hard and play hard, and if I can have some fun time with a hot guy, why not? I’m a free agent.
When my one-night stand is a hunk of a hockey player with a smooth Russian accent and an even smoother way of sweet talking me into his bed, not once but several times over, things definitely get complicated for my heart. I have no intention of having it broken again.
Will he be able to make it up to me? Has he even returned from his homeland? And what the hell is going to happen when engine failure makes my life flash before my eyes? Only one way to find out, and that’s to hang on for the ride.
*Includes the bonus short story: “Rookie Rules”*
As usual he rounded the car and opened my door for me. I placed my gloved hand in his and he squeezed it and didn’t let go as he shut the car and clicked the fob to lock it.
“We’ll go this way,” he said, tugging me to the right. “But not too far, it is really cold today.”
The air was already nipping my cheeks and I was glad of the warm layers I had on.
As we walked down a winding track our boots squeaked in the deep snow. The forest was perfectly still and absolutely silent. Not a breath of wind, no sign of life.
“Footprints,” Vadmir said, suddenly pointing downward.
I looked at the enormous dents in the snow. There were signs of life. “What are they from?”
“Wow, big feet.”
“Yes, they are big. Luckily they don’t herd.”
“No, they live alone, and they’re usually…er…grumpy.”
“I didn’t know that. Are they dangerous?”
“No, not if you avoid them and don’t go out of your way to anger them.”
“Hey, look,” I said, pointing at a flash of red running up a tree. “A red squirrel.”
“They wake up sometimes for food in the winter, cute to see.” He released my hand and put his arm around my shoulder. “Are you warm enough?”
“Yes, thanks to my new coat and hat.”
“And the boots? Your feet are warm, yes?”
“Yes, very.” I reached up and placed a kiss on his cheek. He hadn’t shaved and his bristles were soft on my lips. “Thank you.”
He smiled and hugged me closer. It felt so natural to be like this with him, natural and comfortable.
We carried on walking. The sharp fresh air and the peace was good for my soul after hours of working at thirty-five thousand feet, and I enjoyed the space around me.
“Watch this,” Vadmir said, stopping and reaching for a low bough.
He gave it a good shake and the whole pine tree seemed to shiver under his energetic yanking.
A flurry of snow spilled down, covering him and me.
“Hey,” I laughed, brushing it from my shoulders.
He took no notice and shook harder, reached for another branch and tumbled a big lump down that skimmed the tip of my nose and covered the front of my coat.
“Watch it,” I said, laughing again.
“Or else what?” he said. His cheeks were reddening and plumes of hot air puffed from his mouth.
“Or this.” I quickly stooped, gathered a bunch of snow in my hands, formed a ball and threw it at him.
Surprise flashed over his eyes when it hit him right in the center of his chest. The white splattered outwards on his dark coat and the noise of the hit a sudden whump echoing into the forest.
“Right,” he said, pursing his lips and bending over. “You’ve started a war now.”
His hastily made snowball was suddenly hurtling toward me. It collided with my right shoulder, breaking up instantly.
Again I stooped, created my next weapon and hurled it back.
He was gathering another lump of snow and as he looked up the one I’d just thrown hit him on his forehead, over his hat, covering his face in snow.
I yelped. “Whoops!”
“You’re too good,” he said, throwing his ball at me but missing. “So I’m not going to take it easy on you anymore just because you’re a girl.”
Another snowball was already whizzing toward me. I dodged to the left, made a half-hearted attempt at returning another one and then turned and ran.
He got me in the back, the snowy missile colliding with a soft thump. “Vadmir,” I shrieked, suppressing a giggle. “No.” I increased my speed, the cold air rushing into my lungs.
“Come back,” he shouted as another ball skimmed past my ear.
I picked up the pace, but it was no good. I could hear him behind me, his footsteps hard and fast. His breaths loud.
Big arms wrapped around my waist and suddenly I was flying through the air, held tight against him.
We landed with me on top in a huge drift of snow.
He was grinning, snow flakes covered his hat and sat in his eyelashes.
“You big bully,” I said, slipping my gloved hands up his jacket to rest at his collar.
“You started it,” he said.
“Only because you covered me in snow from the tree.”
He licked his lips. “So let’s call it quits and make up with a kiss.”
I pretended to think about it, rolling my eyes upward and twisting my mouth.
“Go on, you know you want to.”
He was right. I did. Ever since that sweet kiss the night before I’d wanted to kiss him again. Feel him against me, like this, sample his flavor and become the focus of his attention.
“I guess,” I said.
He cupped my face, the palms of his gloves cold, and tugged me closer. Our lips touched, a spot of warmth on otherwise cool skin.
“I really like kissing you. I like doing lots of things with you, but kissing.” He brushed his mouth over mine again. “That I really like.”
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