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eBook Category: Erotica/Romance
eBook Description: When her roommate, needing a romantic weekend with her boyfriend, bribes her out of the house with use of an isolated cabin, Nikki reluctantly agrees. She didn't realize the cabin came fully equipped with an uptight, yet incredibly sexy, man. Chase is looking forward to a quiet weekend alone at his cabin. When he tackles someone who he believes to be an intruder, he's surprised to find the unusual and sensual woman was given a key to his place. Stuck together during a snowstorm, the heat from the fire isn't the only thing heating up the cabin.

eBook Publisher: Cobblestone Press
Fictionwise Release Date: May 2008

9 Reader Ratings: Great Good OK Poor

Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [306 KB], eReader (PDB) [68 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [44 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [42 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [110 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [110 KB], hiebook (KML) [155 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [124 KB], iSilo (PDB) [37 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [47 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [103 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [69 KB]
Words: 13563
Reading time: 38-54 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format:  Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: 978-1-60088-164-0

"What a marvelous and funny story where two people get the wrong assumption! Ms. Stevens creates a story that will leave you laughing at these two. Cabin Fever is a terribly romantic fantasy that will leave you giddy and sensually fulfilled. As Nikki takes what she wants and struts around naked. Poor Chase does not stand a chance and even though Valentine's Day has passed, I guarantee you will adore this book! What is next Ms. Stevens? I am definitely your most recent fan, encore!"--Alisha--Two Lips Review 4.5 kisses

Chapter One

Romance is completely and utterly overrated. Nikki scowled, tossing her orange polyester suitcase on the back seat before climbing in the driver's seat of the ancient Volvo.

She glanced at the house one last time--a townhouse she and her best friend had been renting since summer--and then shifted the car into reverse and backed down the driveway.

Men sucked. Love sucked. Friends who wanted the house to themselves so they could have a romantic weekend sucked.

She flipped through the stations on her radio, not really hearing them as she glanced down at the map on the seat next to her.

Where the hell was she going anyway? A cabin in the middle of freaking nowhere? Well, technically the northern California backwoods wasn't nowhere, but it was pretty damn close to it for a girl from San Francisco.

So now she was going to be stuck in a secluded cabin in the forest.... All alone with just a fire and her endless stash of marshmallows, chocolate and graham crackers.

Hmm. This might not be so bad after all.

At least when Shaylee had informed her she was being booted out for the weekend, she'd given her the key to Jeremy's--Shaylee's boyfriend of the season--cabin.

Though she didn't understand why they didn't just use it themselves. A cabin in the woods sounded a lot more romantic than a townhouse smack dab in the city.

Because Justin has tickets to the theater to celebrate our four-month anniversary, so we need to stay in the city. Shaylee had pleaded, begged, and guilted her into finally agreeing to leave.

Checking the time again, she hit the gas. There were only a couple more hours before the sun went down, and getting lost in the dark was not her idea of a good time.

Three hours and two cappuccinos later, she was squinting through her windshield at dark, tree-lined road. Good gravy it was cold. She really needed to get the heater in this car fixed.

Shit. She held the map up toward the light again and shook her head. Where the hell was she? Twisting the map, she looked at it from a different angle. Hell, was she even reading it right?

"Screw it." She tossed the map onto the passenger seat. It had to be nearby--she'd passed all the landmarks that were there.

Slowing the car, she looked for the unmarked turn-off that should appear after an old wooden fence.

Twenty more minutes passed, and her eyes were starting to drift shut. She was sleepy, and there was virtually no light except for her headlights. She hadn't passed another car in God knew how long.

She hit the brakes as a squirrel darted across the road.

"Damn, stupid--" her eyes widened. "Oh. The fence."

It was so thin and run down, she'd almost missed it. Spotting the narrow dirt road beyond it, she turned in. That was fate for you; the squirrel had been her sign.

The crunching of her tires seemed obscenely loud in the quiet of the night. Her lights bounced down the road, finally locking on a small cabin at the end.

Finally! And it was exactly as Shaylee had described it. Quaint, surrounded by trees, with a creek she could hear flowing in the back.

Nikki pulled the car forward and parked it in front of the cabin. She climbed out, dragging the suitcase after her, and stomped up the wooden steps to the door.

Fumbling in her purse, she tried to find the key Shaylee had given her. Damn. It sure was dark. Didn't people in the boondocks believe in porch lights?

Her fingers closed around the cold metal key, just as a yawn popped her jaw. Bed. That was the only thing on her mind. Screw the s'mores. Those could wait until breakfast.

She unlocked the door and swung it inward, reaching inside the door to find a light switch. Nothing.

Swearing under her breath, she stepped inside and kicked the door shut behind her. There had to be at least one light in this cabin.

Stretching her arms out and squinting--as if narrowed eyes would give her a better chance of seeing anything in the pitch black--she ran her hands over the smooth wooden walls.

No light switch, just more wall. Wall. More wall. Wait, what was that? Something warm, and ... hairy?

"What the--" She jerked her hand back, just as arms wrapped around her waist and lifted her off her feet.

The war cry that erupted from whoever was behind her mixed with her terrified screams. The person--a man, it felt like--held her high against his chest as he crossed the cabin.

"Don't hurt me! Oh, fuck, please don't hurt me!" The air rushed from her lungs as she was flung onto a bed or couch. Fear clogged in her throat, and her blood pounded.

She rolled away in an attempt to escape from whoever it was, but he was already on top of her, pinning her hands above her head with a knee on each side of her waist.

Shit! If she got out of this alive, she would beat the crap out of Shaylee. Who the hell sends her friend up to an isolated cabin to get raped?

He transferred her wrists to one hand and lifted himself away a tiny bit. She heard him click on a lamp, and bright light filled the room. She squinted her eyes shut, crying out in pain.

"Who are you? Breaking and entering is illegal in case you didn't know."

His voice was rough, raspy, and--God, she was stupid for thinking it--damn sexy.

"Who am I?" she peeked at him through one eye, wondering if the man would match the voice. Yes, unfortunately. "I'm the bitch who's about to have you arrested."

Arrested? Was the woman nuts? Chase eyed the woman beneath him warily. She certainly looked a little ... different.

Her black hair was in two braids, each one coming to rest just below her chin. Green eyes, rimmed in dark black eyeliner, glared up at him. Her tongue darted out across the lush mouth, tracing over the faded red lipstick stain.

His gaze moved lower to the tight black sweater that hugged full breasts. His cock stirred slightly, and he bit back a groan. Stop looking at her tits. He glanced lower, noting the obscenely tiny black and white plaid skirt that revealed pale white thighs below. Thighs which soon disappeared into knee-high, laced-up black boots.

He shook his head. Christ. Only he would catch a kinky gothic chick trying to break into the cabin he was using for the weekend.

"I think you've got that backwards, lady." He reached down and grabbed his belt off the floor, wrapping it around her wrists.

"Oh, hell no. I'm into some freaky shit, but not with a complete stranger dressed like Mr. Rogers."

Mr. Rogers? His eyebrows rose, and he glanced down at his brown slacks and blue sweater. He was not dressed like an old guy who'd done children's shows. His attire was completely normal for a dentist just off from work.

"And I wasn't breaking and entering, I had a key. Or did you miss that fact while you were tackling me like some football freak." She glared at him. "What, didn't make the team in high school, buddy? Living out your fantasy now on some poor, defenseless woman?"

"Defenseless? Ha." Scowling, he tightened the notch a little and secured her to the bed. Too bad he didn't have a gag, too.

"Where did you get the key? Did you find it in a purse you stole?" He glanced at her again, hoping she was sufficiently restrained while he grabbed his cell phone.

"Purse I stole?" Her eyes widened, and her mouth twisted into a scowl. She started jerking on the belt and kicking the air toward him. "You jackass. I don't steal purses, despite you having already condemned me to be some druggy thief. I was given a key, Roger."

"My name isn't Roger," he snapped.

She made a face and looked away from him. "Well, it suits you."

"Fine. Say I believe you. Who on earth would give you a key to my cabin?"

"Your cabin?" Her gaze snapped back to him, the green eyes seeming a little more uncertain now. "No. This is Justin's cabin."

He stopped before he could dial the police. Justin? His blood pressure rose, and he pressed his palm against his forehead. Was she one of Justin's latest women? It would certainly make sense. The man slept with anything with breasts and a pulse.

Snapping his cell shut, he walked back toward the bed.

"You know Justin?"

"Do I know Justin? Of course, I know him. Do you?" She looked downright irritated now.

"I should know him. He's my brother."