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could really use some help unpacking.”
THE END
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Are you in the mood for another steamy trapped-together romance? Check out an exclusive excerpt from the next book in the Cabin Fever Series, TAKEN WITH YOU, just ahead.
Other Novels By Lisa Ann Verge
The Cabin Fever Series
Alone With You
Lost With You
Taken With You
The Celtic Legends Series
Twice Upon A Time
The Faery Bride
Wild Highland Magic
The Celtic Legends Series:Boxed Set o
The O'Madden: A Novella
Historical Romances
Romantic Journeys Collection: Three Sweeping Historical Romances for Lovers of Passion And Adventure
Heaven In His Arms
Sing Me Home
Her Pirate Heart
The Captive Knight
Also available—Contemporary Women's Fiction by Lisa Verge Higgins
The Proper Care And Maintenance Of Friendship
One Good Friend Deserves Another
Friendship Makes The Heart Grow Fonder
Random Acts of Kindness
Senseless Acts of Beauty
Enjoy this excerpt from TAKEN WITH YOU, Book 3 in the Cabin Fever Series
CHAPTER ONE
Is that…is that a man hanging off the cliff?
Amanda Karlson craned her neck in the sunny yard just behind the old cabin of the Cedar Ridge Winery. She squinted up at the man clinging to a narrow crag that towered over the redwood buildings. No ropes dangled from the cliff. No spikes glinted in the stone. No harness dug into the rock-hard butt she viewed in defined glory from her position on solid ground. Yet two stories above, clinging to the sizzling face only by the strength of his fingertips, climbed a man wearing nothing but biker’s shorts.
Panic rose in her throat. What the hell was this guy doing? Only pocket gophers and deer would witness if he were to slip and tumble fifty feet to the hard ground behind this isolated winery. Not a soul was present—she knew, because she’d knocked on every door of every building in search of the owner. The owner knew she was coming, and she was precisely on time for a pre-arranged interview for the position she was barely qualified for.
Except in her dreams.
Pebbles skittered down from the rock face and her attention intensified. The climber’s thighs quivered from the exertion. With her heart in her throat, Amanda mentally buoyed the man up in the same way she mentally buoyed up airplanes when she flew at thirty-thousand-feet, terrified that even a second of inattention would end in disaster. The climber probed with a toe for a sliver of shelf. He wedged his sneaker into some tiny foothold before sliding down a small distance further. Dipping one hand into a cup of chalk slung across his waist, he wedged his whitened fingers into a new shadowed crease.
Only then did she come back to herself, clenching a handful of her shirt, wrinkling the one and only silk shell she owned. To think, before she’d come around to the back of the old cabin, she’d been ready to drive the two-and-a-half-hours back to her boring job and chalk up the experiment in seeking new horizons a complete failure. But she couldn’t leave now. Not until this daredevil was back on solid ground. The hot earth burned through the soles of her flats as he descended, inch by inch. Light threw the muscles of his back in vivid contrast. When he finally pushed off the last few feet to drop with a bend of knees to the ground, she exhaled as if she’d made the climb herself.
"Hello there."
His shout penetrated the distance between them, swiftly eaten up by his strong, long strides. The temperature in the yard rose in direct proportion to his proximity. Mr. Bulging Hamstrings looked like a Spartan warrior in his near-nakedness, with arms meant for hurling spears.
…and that was quite enough of that thinking. Clearly, she'd been working too hard and ignoring certain basic needs. It didn’t look like she’d nab the job of her dreams today, but at least she’d have a heck of a story for her best friend Maggie when she got back to work.
“If I’d known I had an audience,” the madman said, as he brought his six-feet of rolling muscle to a stop a few feet away. “I might have climbed a lot higher.”
“Personally, I’m glad you didn’t.” She tried to keep her gaze above the chalk that decorated him like war paint. “Are you a professional free-climber?”
Please be a professional free-climber.
“Hell, no.” His mouth spread in the kind of crooked, pure-white smile that belonged on a baseball player. “I’m the guy you’re waiting for, Amanda Karlson. The name's Garrick Kane.”
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About The Author
Lisa Ann Verge is the critically acclaimed RITA-nominated author of eighteen novels that have been published worldwide and translated into as many languages. After a brief gig as an environmental chemist, she started her career writing emotionally intense romance about hot men and adventurous women, and now she also writes life-affirming women’s fiction under the name Lisa Verge Higgins. A finalist for RT Book Review awards five times over, Lisa has won the Golden Leaf and the Bean Pot, and twice she has cracked Barnes & Noble’s General Fiction Forum’s top twenty books of the year. She currently lives in New Jersey with her husband while trying to keep tabs on her far-flung adult daughters, who never fail to make life interesting.
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Publishing History
LOST WITH YOU © 2020 Lisa Ann Verge
ISBN 9781940963204
Previously published as LOVING WILD, © 1998, by Harlequin Enterprises, reissued in a highly edited, updated, and refreshed form.
Digital Edition published by Bay Street Press LLC, 2020
Cover design by Kim Killion
Copyediting by Joyce Lamb
Proofreading by Angela Pignatiello
Digital formatting by Lisa Ann Verge
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