Sizzle All Day

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Authors: Geralyn Dawson
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sensation. Not spiders, but what?
    Her voice blew across him like a soothing, sensuous summer breeze. "Dinna fash yersel' if you feel a bite or two. My pets are but a wee bit poisonous. They will only make you ill. They'll not kill you."
    He clicked his tongue. "Now you're being vicious, honey."
    "Answer my questions and I'll save you from my spiders."
    Jake lay silent for a few moments, distracted by her perfume as he considered what to say next. How should he follow up his claim of being a robber? What sort of lie might work?
    How anxious was he to end this "torture"?
    The last was answered when her "spiders" breeched the vee of his shirt below his neck. All thought of declarations of any sort evaporated as a bolt of pure lust speared from his chest to his loins.
    Jake strained against the ropes. He wanted free. He wanted to stay just where he was forever. Now he knew why he found this incident so stimulating. Feather Nell. The woman was an artist when it came to making a man sweat.
    Back during the less discriminating days of his youth, he sometimes visited a sporting house up near Bastrop run by a woman named Nellie Blair. One of Nellie's favorite tools of the trade was a plain-old-every-day turkey feather. For the men of central Texas, she gave a whole new meaning to the notion of Thanksgiving.
    But after a few minutes in the dungeon at Rowanclere, Jake concluded this woman could give Feather Nell a run for her money.
    Clearing his throat, he said, "Torture me some more, honey. Unbutton my shirt."
    The stroking stilled. "What?"
    "You gotta give those spiders more room to move around to get the full effect."
    Again, a pause before she asked in an incredulous tone, "You want the spiders to crawl across your chest?"
    "Oh, I do. I really do." Damned if he didn't pant the words. "I've done this before, and that's a great place to start."
    "By my faith. You are... the spiders... well, dampt!"
    Her dismay told him a couple of things. First, the ghost might have been around the ol' graveyard a time or two, but probably no more than that. She picked up on sexual innuendo, but didn't take it anywhere. Second, the woman didn't care for spiders one little bit. For her, the illusion of being at the mercy of a passel of roving arachnids truly was a form of torture.
    Wasn't she just the cutest little thing?
    "I really want to see you," he told her.
    "No."
    "Will you show yourself to me if I promise to tell the truth?"
    "You must tell me the truth no matter what. I shall not release you until you do."
    A shade past innocent with a backbone. A combination damned near irresistible to a man. His lips quirked into a smile. "Honey, there is something you should know about me. Back home, I'm a lawyer by profession. In order to serve my clients to the best of my ability, I've learned to tell a darn fine lie. I could tell you the sun rises in the west and make you believe it. I'm that good. So, this little exercise you've arranged—though interesting, I'll admit—won't succeed without my cooperation. You might as well untie me now."
    "Nae. That winna do."
    Footsteps shuffled once again as she paced beside the bed. Jake could almost hear the wheels turning in her head.
    Abruptly, she stopped. "So you admit to being a liar. Do you believe in God, sir?"
    "Yes, I do."
    "So if I make you swear on your eternal soul, I can place my faith in it?"
    The woman was bright, too. Definitely a risk-taker. Definitely the most provocative ghost he'd ever run across.
    "Yes, you can trust my word," he replied honestly. Of course, it was her responsibility to listen closely when he gave it. Jake could bend words with the best of them. He would tell her the truth, but he'd do it in the way he wanted it told. "What about you? Do you stand by your word?"
    "Aye."
    She said it immediately, without hesitation, and Jake believed her. "All right, then. I'll show you mine if you show me yours."
    Her unladylike snort made him grin. Yeah, a shade past innocent. If he played

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