The Hawk  - Monica McCarty

Dear Lord, that voice! Deep and husky, laced with the taunting hint of the mischievous, it was the kind of voice that wrapped around you and wouldn't let go. The kind of voice meant to tell tales around a fire, recite verse, or, more likely with that face, lead women into temptation. A voice to entice, seduce, and make even a sensible woman lose her head. 


She'd wager everything she had -- which right now consisted of an icy chemise and a borrowed plaid -- that he had a devastating smile to go along with it.


Fortunately, she was immune to such nonsense. The shine on his masculine beauty would dull -- it always did.


Oh, I like her. *grin*