Light Me Up

By Cherrie Lynn

Candace Andrews is dreaming of a little sparkle in her Christmas stocking this year, and now that she and Brian Ross have been living together for over a year, her overbearing family is getting impatient for him to pop the question. She isn’t worried so much about pleasing them anymore, but pleasing Brian is another matter entirely…

The night of the Andrews Christmas party, Brian has plenty of sexy tricks up his sleeve. But there’s one gift that would truly make this a Christmas Candace will never forget—the promise of a lifetime with the man she loves. Is he ready to give it to her?

Each book in the Ross Siblings series is STANDALONE:
* Unleashed
* Rock Me
* Breathe Me In
* Leave Me Breathless
* Light Me Up
* Take Me On
* Watch Me Fall
* Breathless

• Language: English
• Publisher: Macmillan Publishers
• Release date: Jul 24, 2017
• ISBN: 9781640632363

Cherrie Lynn

New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Cherrie Lynn has been a CPS caseworker and a juvenile probation officer, but now that she has come to her senses, she writes contemporary and paranormal romance on the steamy side. It's *much* more fun. She's also an unabashed rock music enthusiast and lives in East Texas with her husband and two kids. You can visit her at http://www.cherrielynn.com She loves hearing from readers!

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Light Me Up

a Ross Siblings Series novella

Cherrie Lynn

Table of Contents

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Author’s Note

About the Author

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

Copyright © 2012 by Cherrie Lynn. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher.

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eBook ISBN 9781640632363

Manufactured in the United States of America

First Edition November 2012

Re-release July 2017

To all you rabid Brian and Candace fans. This one’s for you!

Chapter One

Candace Andrews was sweating, and it had nothing to do with being wrapped shoulder-to-floor in some green monstrosity her mother had requested she wear to the Andrewses’ annual Christmas party. It had nothing to do with the champagne clutched in her trembling hand, either, as she feigned an attitude of polite attentiveness in the face of her uncle’s blathering.

Well, okay, those things weren’t helping the situation. At all. She reached up to touch the bead of sweat at her hairline before it could threaten her foundation, smiling as she pretended only to make sure every hair was in place. Surely someone in the small cluster of people she stood among would soon notice she was flushed bright red beneath her makeup. She’d caught a glimpse of herself a few moments ago in the gigantic mirror hanging in her parents’ grand entryway, so she knew.

All Brian Ross’s fault, and he wasn’t even near her. He stood halfway across the enormous living room, trapped with her dad and some of his business associates. Looking devastatingly gorgeous in all black…no suit for him, no matter how formal the occasion, but it didn’t matter because no one got past that face or those intense blue eyes anyway. She could just see his profile over her aunt’s shoulder—she never let him get too far out of sight at one of these things. He hated them, and so did she, so she constantly watched him for the subtle head-tilt toward the door that indicated he was ready to get the hell out. So far, he hadn’t given it.

Brian was her…well, she didn’t know what label to put on him. Boyfriend seemed way too casual. Fiancé, too premature, as indicated by the longing look she cast toward the bare ring finger on her left hand. Soulmate? Too cliché.

He was her world, and that’s all that mattered.

His hand drifted into the pocket of his slacks again, and every muscle in her body went on alert. It was another motion she’d constantly been on the lookout for tonight.

Oh, no, don’t. No more. Don’t…

Inside the lacy scrap of a thong she wore, a vibration came to silent life directly on her clit.

Expecting it didn’t squelch her reaction. She nearly jumped three feet off the floor, and in her heels, that would be quite the feat.

Are you all right, hon? Her aunt Deb, who stood directly across from her, looked at her with concern. It was hard to believe she and Candace’s mother Sylvia shared parents. If Sylvia had been standing nearby, she would’ve given Candace what Brian called her ocular lashing.

Candace mustered what she hoped was a blithe smile as sensation ricocheted through her lower belly and dangerously tightened all her muscles. From wherever she’d dredged up that smile, she found her voice. I’m fine. Will you excuse me?

Without waiting for an answer, she broke away from the group, almost collapsing in relief when Brian had mercy on her and the vibration stopped. When had she ever thought this would be a good idea? Well, she hadn’t, actually. He had. He got his kicks out of flustering her in front of her insanely conservative family. As if her being with him in the first place wasn’t enough to almost give them all a coronary. And God help her, she couldn’t say no to him. Didn’t want to.

It seemed she loved this as much as he did. But if he was insisting on driving her to orgasm at the celebrated Andrews Christmas party, she had to get out of range before he succeeded—

Like right now. The damn thing buzzed to life again as she cut a path through the guests. Any more and she was going to plunge her hand under her dress and rip it out in front of everyone. Frantically, she looked over at Brian to give him a finger-slash-across-the-throat gesture, but he only smirked at her. No quarter. Oh shit. Oh God, no, he isn’t...

Her knees weakened as it went on and she grasped an accent table for support, upsetting one of her mother’s prized crystal vases and making a grab for it before it could topple over and crash onto the floor. Brian took his finger off the button almost too late for her to recover. She fought the pleasure radiating from her desperately clenching muscles before it could consume her like an inferno.

Candace didn’t know whether to kill him for getting her that close or kill him because he’d stopped.

Who knew how long