From bestselling author Kate Douglas comes the first book in a sensational new series set in California wine country-a place where love is always intoxicating. . .
HER BEAUTY IS POWERFUL.
They call her Kaz. She's a gorgeous model with a good head for business-until now, at least. Kaz has just been fired from her latest photo shoot for having the wrong tattoo in the wrong place at the wrong time. But a chance encounter with photographer Jake Lowell could make everything right again...if Kaz is willing to accept his proposition. What does she have to lose?
HIS DESIRE IS DANGEROUS.
Jake has been searching for the perfect model to pose for a body-jewelry shoot-one that will leave no room for modesty. Is Kaz, who is nothing if not professional, ready to bare it all for a man she is not sure she can trust? It's an offer that's too good to refuse...and as Kaz finds herself growing more comfortable with Jake, the attraction between them reaches arousing new heights. But while the artist and his subject learn more about each other in the intimacy of wine country, evil lurks in the shadows-and soon it becomes clear that someone else has designs on them...
About the Author
A lifelong California native, Kate Douglas has always loved the power of stories, especially romances.
Married for over forty years to her very own hero, Kate is mother to two amazing adults and "Dabba" to six perfect grandchildren. Kate gives credit for much of her success to the fantastic cadre of generous and talented authors who have helped her over the years, and she's a firm believer in the philosophy of "paying it forward."
Kate Douglas loves to write and she especially loves those 'happily ever after' endings, which makes writing romances the perfect career choice. A life-long Californian, Kate and her husband of over forty years live in the Sonoma County wine country within walking distance of three of their six grandchildren. She is the author of Wild, Intimate, and Awakened.
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By Kate Douglas
St. Martin's PressCopyright © 2015 Kate Douglas
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Jake paused outside the fourth modeling agency he'd been to this morning — not counting the easy dozen he'd checked on after more than a week of searching. He still wasn't any closer to finding anyone remotely suited for the job, and the manager of this agency had been flat-out rude when he'd told him what he wanted.
Was it too much to ask for someone unique, an attractive young woman with a sexy, dark, and edgy look — and piercings? Nothing grotesque — ears, nose, eyebrow, the popular spots.
You'd think he was searching for a freak-show contestant.
He was running out of agencies, which meant he was running out of options. Marcus Reed, the one who'd hired him for the ad campaign, had specifically wanted a model from the San Francisco area for a potential long-term commitment. L.A. was out.
Sitting in his car in the parking garage a few minutes later, he sent a text to Marc. Struck out again. One more on my list before I start dragging strangers in off the street.
Slipping his phone into his pocket, he paused when a tone alerted him to a new message.
Marc must be bored this morning. Chuckling, expecting a snarky reply, he checked the text. It wasn't from Marc. Stunned, Jake stared at the message on the screen, one that said number blocked instead of a name.
He scanned the text and his stomach clenched. Hey, RJ ...
He hadn't been RJ for almost twenty years.
The rest of the message was simple, appeared harmless.
Saw you over on Battery. It's been a long time, bud.
A tight knot coiled in his gut. He couldn't take his eyes off the text. No one called him RJ anymore. As far as he was concerned, RJ Cameron was dead and gone. Except someone had found him — someone who could connect him to the Olympic wonder kid he'd once been. The same stupid kid who'd spent time locked up for manslaughter after a drunk-driving accident that took two innocent lives.
He sucked in a couple of deep breaths. He had a job to get done. There was no time for crap like this. With a tap of his finger, Jake deleted the message.
* * *
Kaz Kazanov looped her tote bag over her shoulder and shoved open the heavy door into the office of Top End. Her roommate Lola was at her usual station at the front desk. She glanced up when Kaz stalked into the office, nodded at the door behind her desk, and shrugged.
Kaz glanced at the closed door to the general's office and whispered to Lola. "You don't know what he wants?"
Lola shook her head. "No idea. He just told me to get you here stat."
"That doesn't sound good, especially after the way my morning went."
"What happened?" Whispering, Lola leaned across her desk.
Kaz waved her off. "Nothing good. I'll fill you in later. Mind if I leave this here?" She dumped the heavy bag on the floor beside the desk.
"Go ahead, but you better hurry. He was blowing steam out both ears." The phone buzzed, and with an exaggerated eye roll, Lola turned to answer it.
Kaz headed toward the door. She rapped twice, heard the familiar bark, and walked into the office.
"Close the damned door." The pudgy little man behind the desk glared at her, lurched to his feet, and leaned forward, both hands planted firmly on the scarred oak surface.
Taking a deep breath, Kaz shut the door, folded her arms across her chest, and stared right back at him. He was such a weasel. She'd had her fill of him long ago, but she liked the steady income and loved the other people she worked with. He'd been more of an irritant than a real issue.
"The Smithum account is no longer ours, Ms. Kazanov. Do you want to know why?"
Oh, crap. She'd shown up on time and done everything they'd asked, but the vibe had not been good. "Not particularly," she said, except she really did want to know.
"Well, I'm telling you anyway. They not only dropped you, they dropped the whole fucking agency because the model we sent them, the one they spent a week preparing for, the one who required specially ordered size-twelve shoes, had a fucking tattoo on her goddamned belly."
Oh, this was just wrong. It took her a bit to find her voice — but she found it just fine. "My torso wasn't even in the shoot. This was a shoe ad, for crying out loud. Feet. They wanted feet." She lifted one of the feet in question and then stomped it hard on the tile floor. "I've got two of them. Pedicure's perfect, tan's perfect, and maybe they're big, but so am I. You put little feet on a six-foot-two-inch woman, she's gonna fall over." She let out a frustrated huff. "Why should they care about my tattoo?"
He really did get spit in the corners of his mouth when he was pissed. Yuck. Kaz blinked, then focused on the wall behind him.
"They are a deeply conservative company. They do not approve of tattoos. Neither does this agency. Your contract with Top End specifically spells out that there will not be any body art, tattoos, or piercings of any kind beyond simple earrings." He glared at her, and she watched, fascinated, as his eyes narrowed and he focused on her face. "When did you add that disgusting stud in your nose?"
Kaz clenched her hands into fists to keep from touching the offending stud. Damn it all! She knew better than to wear it when coming anywhere near this guy, because he was always looking for something to bitch about. It didn't seem to matter right now anyway. The general had already worked himself into a self-righteous froth.
"Today, Ms. Kazanov, you really fucked up. I can't believe you showed up for the shoot in a pair of shorts and a cropped top with your midsection on full display, flaunting ..." — he paused, obviously for the dramatic effect — "a large tattoo."
She took a deep breath and let it out. Carefully enunciating each word, she said, "For your information, I showed up in the jeans and T-shirt I'm wearing now, completely covered, as you can tell, and was changing into shorts for the shoot when the owner's son decided to invite himself into my dressing room. I was not flaunting anything — I was being spied on by a pervert."
Before he could respond, she added, "And furthermore, the contract I signed says nothing about body art or piercings. I have never signed an amendment that says anything different."
"The contract you signed has been updated. You are well aware of the rules and policies of this company."
She planted her hands on her hips and glared right back at him. "They may be your rules, Mr. MacArthur, but they are not in my contract. Not even mentioned in mine. I have never been offered another version, nor have I read one. Believe me, sir," she said, emphasizing the title, "I read the small print."
"Well, Ms. Kazanov, it really doesn't matter. You're still fired."
"What?" Good God, the man was practically spitting, he was so pissed, his face purple, his body leaning forward as if he were ready to attack, shaking his fat little finger in her face.
"You heard me, Kazanov. Fired. Clear out your locker and leave the premises. Your check for this morning's fiasco, minus costs for failure to perform, will be mailed by the fifteenth."
He stood straighter and still had to look up to her. Then, as if he realized the height disadvantage hadn't improved, he quickly sat in his big leather chair.
Not that it changed anything. "I said get out, Ms. Kazanov. You don't work here anymore, which means you're trespassing in my office. Now go. I have work to do."
She stood there a moment longer, staring at the stupid little man and wishing she could think of something particularly pithy to say, something that would make her feel better as she slowly turned and headed for the door, except all she could think of was how expensive the rent was and how little money she had in her bank account.
Kaz opened the door, but she took satisfaction in slamming it as she finally found her backbone and stalked out of the office.
* * *
Jake glanced at the door of the final agency on his list. Top End. Sort of off the beaten track, but the place looked better once he stepped through the door. An attractive receptionist was just answering the phone, but she faced away from the entrance, her attention apparently focused on the office door behind her.
He took a moment to check out the pictures of all the beautiful people along the wall. They were almost interchangeable from agency to agency. This wasn't looking too promising, but he stopped in front of the receptionist's desk and waited for her to finish her call.
She set the phone down, but continued staring at the door behind her. Finally, he said, "Excuse me?"
She spun in her chair and blushed, looking up, and up even more. His height had that effect on people sometimes, but at six-and-a-half-feet tall, he was hard to ignore.
Her fair skin blushed a deep rose as she apologized. "I'm sorry. Busy day. How can Top End Modeling help you?"
"Jacob Lowell, R. Jacob Lowell Photography." He shot a quick glance at the wall of photos. "I'm looking for a model with a particular quality. I've been to a few other agencies, but had no luck. I'm not sure if you can help me or not."
She smiled broadly and spread her hands. "I won't know until you tell me exactly what you're looking for. Man? Woman? Hands, feet, face, whole body, or other body part? Particular style? What do you need?"
He let out a frustrated breath. He'd been describing the look he wanted for over a week now, and it hadn't gotten him anywhere. He gave it another shot.
"Not the traditional look," he said. "I've got a client who wants edgy, someone sort of dark and mysterious. Female, not necessarily traditionally beautiful, but someone unique, eye catching. Piercings are important. Ears, nostril maybe, or cheek. Eyebrow." He shrugged. "The usual spots for those who do piercings. I want, you know, a sense of danger. I ..." He shook his head. At least this receptionist wasn't laughing at him. "It's hard to explain. I'll know her when I see her."
The office door behind the receptionist opened. Then it shut loudly as a tall, absolutely stunning young woman slammed it behind her.
The receptionist spun around in her chair. "Kaz? Are you okay? What happened?" She glanced at Jake and then focused on the woman.
He couldn't take his eyes off the model, because that's what she had to be. No woman this tall, this beautiful could be anything but a high-end model.
"The son of a bitch fired me," Kaz said, ignoring Jake standing there, staring at her. "He's got a major issue with tattoos." Her laugh was harsh and angry. "To make matters worse, I forgot to take the fucking stud out of my nose. The general was not pleased, to put it mildly." Then she sighed, leaned over, and grabbed her tote bag. "The Smithum people dropped me and the agency because of my tat. A tat on my belly they wouldn't even have seen if not for a pervert employee checking me out in the dressing room. They're doing a freaking shoe ad! My belly's not even in the shoot."
She stopped, finally noticed Jake standing there. "I'm sorry. Bad day." She gave him an apologetic smile, then focused on the receptionist. Her shoulders slumped.
"My locker's already empty." She held up the bag. "Guess it's a good thing I'd already planned to clean it out today. I'll see you back at the house, okay?"
"Oh, Kaz. I'm sorry, hon. There are other agencies, and they don't have Top End's stupid rules. As popular as you are ..." She glanced at Jake again, but he was more interested in the model than anything Lola had been saying. "I'll come home as soon as I can."
Kaz merely nodded, but she flashed another quick smile at Jake and said, "I really am sorry. That was totally unprofessional of me." Slinging her bag over her shoulder, she added, "It's been one of those days," and headed for the door without waiting for an answer.
Jake stared at the slowly closing door, fully aware he was actually aroused. The thrill of the hunt? Hell, he didn't know, but she was beautiful, she was edgy, and she was exactly who he was looking for. He turned to the receptionist. "Tat? What kind of tat's she got?"
Blinking, the woman straightened in her chair and gave him her professional smile. "A butterfly," she said. "A beautiful monarch butterfly that runs across her hip and her stomach and up her rib cage. She got it to honor her sister." She glanced once again at the door. Then she smiled softly. "Last year, before I knew Kaz, her little sister was killed. Some guy ran a stop sign, a stupid kid out joyriding."
Jake's simmering arousal disappeared in a heartbeat, buried in a kaleidoscope of images that flashed through his mind — darkness and a rain-slicked road, faces locked forever in terror, the sounds ...
He shook it off and focused on the young woman, on what she was saying. Consciously pushed the memories away. That was another time, another place.
He'd been a totally different person.
For all intents and purposes, RJ Cameron died almost twenty years ago, and Jake had no interest in resurrecting the body, though that text he'd deleted a while ago was a reminder that even the best-kept secrets had a way of getting loose. What the hell was that all about?
The receptionist was still speaking. He focused on her red lips, forced himself to pay attention.
"They released monarchs at her funeral," she said. "Kaz got the tattoo in memory of Jilly. It was tough."
Jake sucked in a deep breath. "A monarch butterfly across her torso?"
"Yes. It's absolutely beautiful." She shuffled some papers on her desk and smiled at him. "Now, Mr. Lowell, back to business. I need specifics, exactly what you're looking for." She reached for an album on the shelf behind her and pulled it out, set it on her desk.
Jake watched the receptionist, really looked at her, at the coal-black hair slicked back from her pale face, darkly drawn eyes, and blood-red lips. Upscale Goth? No matter — she was as sleek, as beautiful, and perfectly professional as a young woman could be. Then he glanced over his shoulder, at the door the tall, dark-eyed beauty had just exited.
He'd never felt such an instant attraction toward a woman — something he definitely didn't need. But she had piercings, and the tattoo was an omen. It had to be. Except ...
Damn it all. She might be perfect for the job, but not for him. Not a woman he felt this kind of visceral attraction for. She could ruin everything he'd gained over the past ten years — his reputation, his career, his new life.
He had too many secrets hiding in his own personal closet, secrets that were just fine when he left them alone. This morning's text was a reminder of how easily his hard-won sense of security could be shaken. There was no way in hell he could work with a woman he was attracted to — not if he wanted to keep the truth hidden. Hiring her would be the biggest mistake of his life.
No, he'd already made the biggest one — that long-ago night on a rain- slicked road — and two innocent people had died because of it. But damn it! She was perfect for Marc's ad campaign. And he owed Marc. Owed him more than he'd ever be able to repay.
"Her," he said, still staring at the door. "She's what I'm looking for. I want her."
"Kaz? But the general ... uh, Mr. MacArthur, just fired her. I can't send her out on assignment if she doesn't work for the agency."
He turned on the charm. "She's your roommate, right? I heard her say she'd see you at home later. Call her. Ask her if she's willing to meet me. I've got a hot assignment, one that could be a terrific career opportunity for her." Not to mention what it could do for his professional reputation. "I don't care if I hire through an agency or independently, but I definitely want ..." He paused. "Her name's Kaz, right? She's the one I want. She's perfect for this job."
He yanked his wallet out of his back pocket and dug through it until he found one of his cards. The corners were bent a little, but he quickly straightened it out and handed it to the receptionist. "My Web site's on there, and all my professional info is on the site. Check me out. I'm legit, San Francisco born and bred. Well, Marin, but close. There's a portfolio of my work, my Facebook, Pinterest, and Twitter accounts and a list of the magazines I've done shoots for."
He watched her as she studied his card, thankful that none of those social media sites mentioned the stupid kid he'd once been. R. Jacob Lowell was a successful photographer with an excellent reputation and a long list of professional credits. There was no mention of RJ Cameron on any of his sites. That kid belonged to his past.
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Great read!! Loved it!!
This book… Wow… If I had to sum it up in 2 words, those would be “Sexual Tension”. The sexual tension that was happening between Jake and Kaz was just off the charts. Even after they had done the deed, the tension was still there because these two characters were just so completely attracted to each other, they couldn’t NOT want to be with each other. There was a fair bit of suspense happening in this book as well. The way that Douglas was able to incorporate it into the story was done extremely well. There were twists and turns that kept me turning the pages to try to figure out what was going to happen next. Overall, Douglas has released another great book, and I can’t wait to read more into the series in the future. Reviewed by Crystal Marie for Crystal’s Many Reviewers *Copy provided for review*
3.75 stars---INTIMATE is the first full length installment in Kate Douglas’s contemporary, adult INTIMATE RELATIONS erotic romance series. This is photographer Jake Lowell, and model Kaz Kasanov’s story line. There is a prequel novella –TANGLED-found in the HOT ALPHAS anthology May 2015 but it is not necessary to understand the series. Told from dual third person perspectives (Kaz and Jake) INTIMATE focuses on the building relationship between Kaz and Jake, and the many attempts against their lives. For his latest assignment with Intimate Winery and Jewelry, Jake needed an edgy model-a woman with tattoos and piercings for a body jewelry photo shoot-and Kaz fit the bill to perfection- but from the moment Jake was introduced to Kaz, someone started sending Jake mysterious texts. Combined with the number of attempts on their lives over the next several days, Jake begins to wonder if the sins from his past have finally caught up. The attraction between Jake and Kaz is immediate. Their relationship goes from professional to lovers very quickly; and a proclamation of love is not very far off. The $ex scenes are numerous, intimate and seductive. We are introduced to Kaz’s roommates and best friends, Lola and Mandy Monroe, as well as the reappearance of Nate and Cassie from TANGLED. Nate and Cassie Dunagan are winery owners, and Jake takes advantage of the beautiful location for his Intimate photo shoots. Jake’s best friend and Intimate Jewelry owner Marcus Reed plays a secondary role; and Jake’s long lost brother Ben has finally come home after twenty years overseas. INTIMATE is a story with a little bit of everything: romance, love, $ex, mystery, suspense and a happily ever after. The premise is intriguing; the characters are colorful and energetic; the romance is a quick build to a promise for the future. Ben and Lola’s story will be told next in REDEMPTION.
Kaz is a beautiful model who just got fired from her current job and Jake is in luck as Kaz is the perfect model for some body jewelry he is doing a photo shoot for. As the two work closely together their chemistry heats up. When accidents start to happen and Jake receive threatening texts, but who any why would anyone want to hurt either of them? This is a fast paced read with lots of suspense and steamy. I really loved the chemistry between Kaz and Jake and the story held my interest throughout. Enjoyable read!
Intimate, Kate Douglas Review from Jeannie Zelos book reviews Genre: Romance , I’d read a couple of Kate’s paranormals and thought this – a romantic suspense novel – sounded interesting. From the start I really liked both Kaz and Jake, and could feel their chemistry. That made the story so much more real for me, and I need that edge of believability. I loved the descriptions of the jewels and the settings when they were on the shoot, could visualise them perfectly, and of course how their attraction ( Kaz and Jake not the jewels!!)gave the photos a very sensual edge. It wasn’t long before that attraction turned to some steaming and erotic sex scenes, and these fitted the novel perfectly. Sometimes they’re overdone and take up too much of the story, but the balance here was perfect for me. I liked Kaz friends too – a loyal duo and I guess we’ll be seeing more of them in later books. I enjoyed the way the background of both Kaz and Jake was hinted at, and came out in dribs and drabs until towards the end we get the whole story. There’s so much to enjoy about this novel – the characters, the pacing, the suspense and danger which felt very genuine that it ought to be a five star read for me but....I had real trouble with the way Jake kept the texts to himself even when it was clear Kaz was in danger, and the way she didn’t tell him of the later incidents when she was alone given they’d had a couple when together and they’d grown very close. It came close to being some TSTL moments, and I hate those, and for me this let the novel down, it just didn’t feel how either of them would act...Still, apart from that it was a terrific read and one I enjoyed. Stars: Four, almost a five if not for those TSTL bits. ARC supplied by Netgalley and publishers If you enjoyed my review I'd love it if you would please click “Like” and if you didn't I'd love to know why, so I can make future reviews more helpful.
Intimate is the first book I have read by bestselling author Kate Douglas. It is a moderately suspenseful love story, with some very hot romantic scenes and two main characters that I really liked getting to know. Kaz Kazanov, is a tall model with a unique sense of style and flair. Her discretely placed body piercings and butterfly tattoo only add to her beauty and attractiveness. Photographer Jake Lowell is a handsome guy, in addition to being successful. He is seeking an edgy model for a line of jewelry that is both elegant and glitzy, and Kaz fits the bill perfectly. In addition, there is an immediate attraction between them, which they explore with great sensuousness as they get to know each other through working together. Jake has a big secret that he has learned to live with overtime, however, there is someone out there that begins to unravel his basically happy life. Over the course of the story, we understand what makes both Kaz and Jake tick, as they learn about each other and evolve their sort-of relationship into so much more. The book is replete with hot steamy sex, mystery and forgiveness. Overall, Kaz and Jake are amazing together, and they challenge each other without even knowing it. This is a nicely-written book that kept me engaged from beginning to end. Complimentary copy provided by the publisher via NetGalley.
Intimate, sensual and titillating…great story! Jake is looking for a woman…an unusual one that meets specific criteria…he has a photo shoot to get done and needs the perfect model for the campaign and time is running out. Kaz…an unusual model that seems to have most of the qualities he needs…might just fit the bill. Instant attraction, interesting photo shoots, intimacy on many levels, secrets that are eventually revealed, death threats and more occur in this story before a resolution and happily ever after can be achieved. I liked Kaz’s strength of character, willingness to stand up for herself and her ability to express what she wants. I liked Jake for his strength of character, loyalty and ability to overcome adversity…and he just seemed HOT. The writing was wonderful! Scenes were so well written that all of my senses were engaged and that was true when Kaz and Jake were riding in a car, at a photo shoot, having a meal or engaged in other more adult activities. This is the first book I have read by Kate Douglas but I do look forward to reading many more in the future! Thank you to NetGalley and Saint Martin’s Press for the copy of this book to read and review.
NUMBER OF HEARTS: 4 This was a great story!!! Ms. Douglas has done an amazing job with this story. I really joyed Jake & Kaz’s story. Both have had some terrible events happen in their past. But those things made them the people they are today. I will tell you that the story line moves really, really fast in this story. But it was not a forced fast. It felt very natural. Jake and Kaz are just too good together to think otherwise. I really enjoyed the suspense part of the story too. I might have been a little slow on figuring out who was doing what. But it was a really good right. I am already looking forward to seeing what happens next. Disclaimer: I received a complimentary copy of this book from Netgalley & St. Martin's Press in exchange for an honest review. This review is my own opinion and not a paid review.
What a fantastic story! Kaz and Jake are two unique characters with explosive chemistry that jumps from the pages. Kaz is just simply Kaz. Beautiful and smart with an amazing capacity to love. Jake is a tortured soul. Past events have forced him to create his own world and he never lets anyone get too close. Until Kaz. Loved the authors writing style and how she handled the development of the relationship between Kaz and Jake from sizzling sexual to much more. I highly recommend this one.