The Maverick's Virgin Mistress
Who on earth could be calling at this time of night?
Alicia Montoya reached out from under the covers and groped for the phone on her bedside table. She squinted at the green numerals on the clock.
2:07. What the heck?
She lifted the phone to her ear.
"Hello?"
"You're okay. Thank God."
"Who is this?" Her sleepy whisper was barely audible.
"Hi, beautiful."
Oh, boy. His rich, deep voice flowed into her ear and started to awaken parts of her she'd never even known she had until she met Rick Jones. "Hi, Rick."
"I'm so glad you're fine."
Alicia glanced at the clock again. "I was fine until the phone woke me. Didn't I tell you not to call me at home?"
She wondered if her brother Alex had heard the phone. Probably. She was a deep sleeper so it may have been ringing for a while.
Pretty much nothing could happen in the Houston-metro area without her brother being aware of it. Any minute now he'd come barreling in to see what was going on.
"Sweetheart, are you sure you're not married?" Rick teased her relentlessly about her insistence on keeping their relationship secret ... read full excerpt from: The Maverick's Virgin Mistress ebook
